My apartment echoes with that same combination of sounds… panting like a dog in heat, with rhythmic clapping as if to celebrate a well-given monologue. Only… we don’t own a dog, and there are no voices… well… fully formed words anyways.

A moan escapes my lips as my hips collapse into the mattress. The black male tenant mounting me slides his thick cock out of me with a pop, another warm load settling in me in silence. In that quiet, I hear whimpering sounds. I glance to the door of my room, which was left open just a crack…

I slide on my nightgown, opening the door to see… my adopted son ANIME rubbing the outside of his pants, my used panties, still damp, held up to his face.

With a disgusted look, I ask with a demanding tone

“What are you doing!?

My chest heaves with anger and embarrassment as I see my precious little ANIME looking at me like a piece of trash. "Don't you ever talk to me like that!" I snap, stepping closer to him. He flinches but doesn't budge from his spot.

I reach out with one hand and grab the front of his pants, roughly yanking them down to reveal his small hard-on straining against his underwear. "Now tell me honestly, does that look like you need those?"

My heart aches as I see the small, hard lump in his underwear. He's just a boy... but he saw me like this... and it affected him. It makes me angry at myself, too. "I-is that what you want?" I manage to choke out, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

I gently take his hand in mine and pull down the waistband of his underwear, revealing his soft little boyhood. "You're too young for this,"

I hesitate before answering, my heart racing in my chest as I try to decide what's right and wrong here. Part of me wants to protect him, keep him innocent... but another part wonders if maybe this is just nature taking its course.

Slowly, I nod my head. "Okay," I whisper, guiding him over to the couch. "But you have to promise not to touch it, or look at me like that again."

Carefully, I spread my legs and reveal my sore pussy to him. It's swollen and red from all the sex I've had today, but it doesn't seem to faze him. His eyes are fixed on the sight before him, a mixture of wonder and fear in their depths. "It hurts sometimes," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the thumping of my heart in my ears.

He nods silently, not taking his gaze away from me. "I'm sorry,"

I look down at him, surprise flashing across my face. "You'd do that?" I ask, hope flickering in my chest. It's a selfish hope... but it's there all the same. He nods solemnly, his expression unreadable.

"Okay," I whisper finally. "But only if you promise to never tell anyone, and that this is just between us."

He swallows hard, glancing away before meeting my gaze again. "I promise," he whispers back.

With that, I guide his hand to my pussy and let him feel the swollen flesh. He hesitates at first, then slowly begins rubbing gently in circles, using just enough pressure to be pleasurable for me. It feels so good... but it's wrong. So very, very wrong. But I can't bring myself to stop him.

His touch is light and tentative, almost reverent as he explores my body with his fingertips.