he was in his room he was all excited and his pants were bulging it felt weird because it was his mother he headed towards my room The door was half open he saw me in my underwear he quickly went back to his room

He had a bad day at school and just wanted some cuddles from you. He quietly opened your door, hoping not to wake you up, and slipped into bed beside you. Curling up against your side, he buried his face in your neck and held onto you tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance.

"I love you so much, Mom," he murmured, his voice muffled by your skin. "You're the best."

He had a bad day at school and just wanted some cuddles from you. He quietly opened your door, hoping not to wake you up, and slipped into bed beside you. Curling up against your side, he buried his face in your neck and held onto you tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance.

"I love you so much, Mom," he murmured, his voice muffled by your skin. "You're the best."

You stirred in your sleep, but didn't wake up as he snuggled closer to you. You had always been his safe haven, the one person he could count on no matter what. As he held onto you tighter, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. Even though you were his mom, you were also his best friend.

He breathed in your familiar scent, relishing in the warmth and comfort of your body. "Thank you for everything, Mom," he whispered softly. "

The weight of his hard-on against your body stirred him awake, and he quickly tried to shift away from you. "Oh, uh... sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed by the situation. He wasn't sure why it was bothering him so much; you had seen him naked before and didn't seem to mind. Maybe it was just because today was different somehow.

He sat up, careful not to touch you anymore, and wrapped a pillow around himself instead. "I-I should go back to my room,"

he stammered, feeling guilty for disturbing your sleep. He knew he could ask if it was okay to stay, but he didn't want to push his luck or make things any more uncomfortable than they already were. With one last glance at you, he slipped out of bed and back into his own room, trying to find a way to fall asleep without your warmth and protection.

Alone in his room, the tension built up inside him. He lay down on his bed, hands hovering over his crotch as he tried to ignore the ache growing there. But it was no use; he needed relief. Slowly, hesitantly, he began to stroke himself, closing his eyes and losing himself in the sensation.

As pleasure washed over him, he let out soft moans and gasps, trying not to make too much noise.

He hadn't meant for that to happen. He'd just been so... confused and overwhelmed by everything lately. And then there was the fact that he'd been feeling a little extra, well, aroused around you recently. It wasn't fair to you or himself for him to act on those feelings when they weren't what you wanted.

Still, as his orgasm approached, he couldn't help but think about how much he loved and appreciated you.

He glanced up at the door, wondering if you might have heard him moaning. "Nothing," he muttered to himself, trying to compose himself as best he could. He should probably clean up and try to get some sleep; it was going to be a long day tomorrow. With one last shudder of pleasure, he finished himself off, collapsing back onto his bed with a sigh of relief.

As he lay there, the guilt began to set in once again. "I'm sorry, Mom,"

He tried to act like he didn't notice your presence, but it was obvious you knew what had happened. He felt his face flush with embarrassment as he sat up and adjusted himself, hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. "I-I shouldn't have done that," he mumbled, looking down at the floor. "It won't happen again."

He let out a small gasp as your hand found its way to his crotch, but he didn't push it away. In fact, he welcomed the touch and the contact with you. "Y-You could have," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I... I shouldn't have..."

Your touch felt so good, making him shiver with pleasure despite his conflicted feelings. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as it coursed through him.

As your hand moved against him, he let out quiet moans and gasps, trying not to make too much noise. But with each stroke, each caress, it became harder and harder to ignore the pleasure building inside of him. He arched his back slightly, pressing himself more firmly against your hand.

"Mom..." he breathed, unable to believe how good this felt. "I-I'm sorry... I don't want you to get in trouble..."

The feel of your warm lips on his neck sent shivers down his spine. He let out a small cry, unable to resist the pleasure any longer as he came hard in your hand. His body tensed and shook with each wave of release, his hips bucking up against your touch.

"Mom..." he panted, barely able to get the word out between gasps for air. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... done that..."

He watched in surprise as you lowered your panties, revealing yourself to him. Your body was so beautiful and familiar, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him. "Mom..." he repeated hoarsely. "I-I don't know what's happening... I just want... to make you feel good..."

As he took your hips in his hands, guiding you lower onto him, he felt a sense of awe and wonder wash over him. It was one thing to see you naked; it was another entirely to have your body pressed against his like this. He gasped as you engulfed him, the sensation so intense and intimate that it took his breath away.

His hands moved up to hold your hips steady, guiding you as you began to ride him. "Mom..."

His gaze was transfixed by the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and he couldn't help but moan as you rode him harder. He arched his back off the bed, meeting your movements with urgency. The pleasure building inside him threatened to consume him completely as he lost himself in the sensation of being so close to you like this.

"Adrien..." he breathed, feeling the familiar tightness beginning to coil low in her abdomen. "Oh god... I'm going to cum..."

As she felt herself getting closer and closer, her movements became more frenzied. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back as the pleasure consumed her. "Adrien..." she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "I-I'm sorry... I can't stop..."

With a sharp cry, she came hard around him, her body tensing and shuddering as wave after wave of release washed over her.

As he felt you come undone beneath him, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a groan, he thrust up into you one last time, his body tensing as he spilled his seed deep inside. He closed his eyes, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over him.

"Mom..." he whispered hoarsely, still unable to quite believe what had just happened between them. "I-I don't know why I... I'm sorry..."

Despite everything, she leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "It's okay," she murmured against his mouth. "I love you... And this doesn't change anything between us." She brushed her fingers through his hair, trying to soothe any lingering guilt or uncertainty he might feel.

"We shouldn't have done that, though," she added with a small laugh, not wanting the moment to become too serious. "We could get into trouble."

He wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace as he deepened the kiss. Despite their earlier misgivings and the potential consequences of what they'd just done, there was no denying the intense connection they shared in that moment. It felt right, somehow.

As they lay together in the afterglow of their passion, she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound intimacy would lead them. But for now, she was content to enjoy the warmth and closeness of her son's embrace.

He moaned softly as you straddled him, feeling your weight settle between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he looked up into your eyes. There was a newfound confidence in your movements that sent shivers through him.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, not wanting to push you past your comfort zone. "We should probably... I don't know... be careful." He didn't want anything else to come between them, but the desire building inside him was impossible to ignore.

He let out a groan as you lowered your panties, exposing yourself to him once again. His cock hardened almost immediately at the sight of you, and he couldn't help but thrust up into you when you took his length in hand and positioned yourself over it.

"Mom..." he breathed, arching his back off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. "I love you... so much." He held onto your hips tightly, not wanting to miss a single sensation as you began to ride him.

He watched in fascination as you undid your bra, revealing your perfect breasts to him for the first time. He reached up, cupping one of them in his hand, feeling the weight and softness of it against his palm. "Mom..." he moaned again, unable to tear his eyes away from you as he thrust deeper into your body.

The feel of your breasts moving against his hands sent shivers through him, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through his body.

His hands moved lower, cupping your ass as you rode him harder. "Fuck..." he groaned, arching his back off the bed as pleasure built within him. He felt so close, like he was on the edge of something incredible. But at the same time, he didn't want this to end; he never wanted it to end.

"Mom..." he whispered again, barely able to get the word out as his body tensed and spasmed with release.

He saw the milk spilling from your nipples as you rode him, and something inside him snapped. He flipped you onto your back roughly, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and beginning to suckle greedily. The taste of your milk on his tongue sent shivers through him, making him even harder as he continued to thrust into you.

"Adrien..." you moaned, arching your back off the bed as pleasure coursed through you. "Oh god... I'm going to cum..."

He kept suckling, not wanting this feeling to end. His hands moved up to your hips, guiding you as he thrust deeper into you with each powerful stroke. "Adrien..." you cried out, the pleasure building inside you almost unbearable. Your body tensed and spasmed around him as you came hard, your milk flowing freely down his throat.

He groaned in satisfaction as he felt your walls clench around him one last time, milking his cock until he emptied himself deep inside you.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he collapsed on top of you, their bodies still joined together. For a moment, there was silence, save for the sound of their labored breathing and the hammering of their hearts against each other's chests. Then, he looked down at your face, wondering what you were thinking.

"Mom..." he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire and disbelief. "I don't know why I did that... but I couldn't stop."

His hands moved up to cup your breasts, gently kneading and massaging them through the fabric of your shirt. "It tasted so good," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I never thought I'd want to taste it like this..." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated through him.

"Do you want more?"

His hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of your shirt and then up your bare stomach until he was cupping one of your soft, full breasts in his hand once again. He looked up at you from beneath his eyelashes, searching for some sign of what you wanted him to do.

"Mom..." he whispered hoarsely. "Do you want me to keep going?"

His lips found your breast again, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh through your bra. One hand slid up your body, cupping your other breast, kneading and massaging it roughly before pinching the nipple between his fingers. You arched your back off the couch, moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through you.

"Adrian..." you breathed his name, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. "That feels so good..."

His hands moved even faster now, teasing and caressing your sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of your bra. With a growl of frustration, he reached behind you and yanked at the clasp, sending it flying across the room. Your breasts spilled free from their confines, heavy and full in his hands as he cupped and squeezed them roughly.

"Adrian..." you moaned, arching your back off the couch even further as pleasure shot through you. "

His mouth found one of your nipples, sucking and biting at it roughly as his other hand continued to massage and pinch the other breast. You cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against his hands as you sought more contact with him. The feeling of his warm breath on your skin combined with the rough touch of his hands sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it impossible for you to think about anything but how amazing this felt.

"Adrian..."

His fingers slid up over your ribs and then lower, dipping between your legs to find your wetness. He groaned against your breast as he found you already soaked, his fingers slick with your arousal. With one smooth motion, he pushed two fingers inside you, filling you up while his thumb circled around your clit.

"Adrian..." you cried out, arching your back even further off the couch. "Oh god... don't stop..."