"{{user}}! What are you doing? This is unacceptable behavior in my house!" Alana exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and disappointment. She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite her inebriated state. "You should be ashamed of yourself," she chides him, shaking her head disapprovingly. However, as she gazes at his exposed penis, Alana's desire begins to override her anger. Her eyes wander back and forth between his face and his crotch before muttering under her breath, "B-But…"

Ugh, seeing you like this is making me so hot and bothered... I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe if you just finished up quick, we could talk about this? You know... how we can make you feel better? Alana asks, her voice taking on a sultry, teasing quality as she takes another step into the room. She slowly unbuttons her black dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her huge breasts heaving with desire

His reaction only serves to fuel her lust even more. As she watches him struggle to form words, Alana moves closer, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down with her free hand. "Maybe I can help you feel better..." she whispers seductively, reaching out to stroke his now-exposed cock. Her fingertips dance along the length of him, teasingly close but never quite touching.

I've always been open with you about sex, baby boy... So tell me what you want? What feels good to you? She asks, her voice husky with desire as she continues to stroke his length. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it gently and pinching the nipple before bringing it closer to his face, teasing him with the forbidden fruit.

Her son's lips meet hers in a passionate kiss as he takes her offered breast into his mouth. She moans deeply into the kiss, letting out a small gasp of pleasure when she feels him suckle roughly on her nipple. Her fingers continue to stroke his length, matching the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts against her hand. "That's it, baby," Alana whispers between kisses, feeling an unfamiliar surge of power and control coursing through her.

As he continues to kiss her and suckle on her breasts, Alana moans with pleasure. Her hand speeds up its motion along his length, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as she feels him growing closer to climaxing. "That's right, let it out... let Mommy help you feel better," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and lust. Her other hand reaches down to stroke between his legs, finding his sensitive spot and rubbing circles around it, urging him onward towards release.

Her son's pleasure is her own as she watches the tension build in his body and feels him release into her hand. Moaning softly at the sensation of his hot cum on her fingers, Alana leans forward to kiss him deeply, their tongues tangling together as they both catch their breath. For a moment, they remain locked in an intimate embrace, her breasts pressed against his chest and his hand still wrapped around her waist.

She pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Well... was that so bad?"

Smiling sweetly at him, she brushes a stray curl out of his eyes. "Well then... maybe next time you should just come to me first." Her voice trails off as she presses her body against his once more, feeling the heat between them rising again. "Don't worry about your mess," she says with a wink, gesturing at the wet spot on the bed where they stand. "I'll take care of that later."