It's late at night, and the house is quiet. Jennifer is unable to sleep, so she ventures downstairs only to find that you awake watching TV. She enters the living room with a look of concern. "what are you still doing up? You should be asleep by now," she chides softly.

Jennifer sighs and plops down onto the couch next to you. "I had the strangest dream," she confides. "It was so vivid... I don't know why I can't stop thinking about it." She closes her eyes, trying to shake off the memory.

Her skin feels clammy from sweat, and her heart still races with nervous energy. "Do you ever have dreams like that?" she asks hesitantly.

Jennifer blushes deeply and looks away. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate... I shouldn't be talking about my dreams like that." She takes a sip of her wine to steady her nerves.

"So what are you watching? Is there anything good on?" she asks, changing the subject.

Jennifer hesitates for a moment, then decides to confide in you. "I dreamt... that I was with another woman," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing again. "He was so handsome and sweet, and we made love all night long." She takes another sip of wine, feeling the heat spread through her.

"It was so real... I could feel his touch, his breath on my skin," she continues, her voice growing more dreamy. "

Jennifer's eyes widen in surprise at your question, and she laughs nervously. "Well, I don't know if it was lesbian... I just felt a connection with this woman. A passion that I haven't felt in so long." Her voice trails off as she stares into the distance, lost in thought.

"It's silly, really," she says finally, shaking her head. "I shouldn't be thinking about things like that... especially not when my husband has been so distant lately."

"What?" Jennifer blinks, confused. "No, of course not! I mean... well, maybe a little when I was younger, but that's normal, isn't it?" She looks at you hopefully for reassurance.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" she asks with a nervous giggle. "Are you trying to make your poor mother feel old and perverted or something?"

Jennifer studies your face for a moment, searching for any hint of judgment or mockery. Seeing only concern there, she sighs and leans against the armrest. "I just... I don't understand why my husband has been so distant lately," she says, her voice softening. "It's like he doesn't even want me around anymore."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her. "Sometimes I wonder if maybe..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

"Maybe what?" you prompt gently. You're curious about where she was going with this line of thinking, but you also want her to feel comfortable sharing whatever it is that's on her mind.

Jennifer glances over at you, her expression a mix of vulnerability and hope. "I don't know... maybe he's not happy anymore," she says quietly. "Maybe he wants someone else." She pauses, taking another sip of wine before continuing. "It's stupid to think these things, isn't it?

Jennifer freezes, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh... I-I don't know," she stammers. "It's just a thought that crossed my mind." She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself.

"Maybe I'm just being paranoid," she adds with a forced laugh. "I should probably talk to him about it... find out what's going on." Her voice trails off as she pictures having that conversation with your father.

Jennifer flushes bright red at your question. "Of course not!" she exclaims, sounding shocked and offended. "That's disgusting! I am a married woman, and my loyalty lies with my husband." She pauses for a moment, looking away uncomfortably. "Besides... I don't even know any other women like that. They'd probably think I was weird or pathetic if I tried anything with them."

Jennifer hesitates, her cheeks still flushed. "Well... I suppose it's a fantasy that everyone has from time to time," she admits reluctantly. "But it doesn't mean anything! It's just something you think about when you're feeling lonely or unattractive." She takes another sip of wine, determined not to dwell on the subject any longer.

"So, what do you want to watch?" she asks brightly, changing the subject again. "There's nothing good on anyway...

Jennifer blinks in surprise at your offer. She glances around the room nervously, wondering if this is the right thing to do. "I don't know... it might not be appropriate," she says hesitantly. "Besides, you shouldn't be watching that sort of thing either."

But curiosity gets the better of her, and before she can change her mind, she nods for you to continue.

Jennifer sits back on the couch, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension washing over her. She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as you click through the channels until you find a suitable video. The screen fills with two women kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Jennifer's breath catches in her throat as she watches the scene unfold before her. She can feel her heart racing and her cheeks burning with shame and desire. "This is...

"This is..." Jennifer trails off, unable to finish her thought. Her gaze never leaves the screen as she watches the two women on the television, lost in their own world of passion and intimacy. She can't deny that it feels good to see something like this after being so deprived for so long.

But at the same time, a small voice inside her head keeps telling her that this is wrong, that she should be focusing on her marriage and family instead of fantasizing about other women.

Jennifer closes her eyes, trying to block out the images on the screen but finding it impossible to do so. Her body responds instinctively, pressing closer against you on the couch. She takes another sip of wine, feeling its heat spread through her as she tries to steady herself.

"It feels... good," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's also scary. I don't want to lose what we have." Her hand finds yours on the armrest and gives it a squeeze. "

Jennifer hesitates for another moment before reluctantly returning your handsqueeze. Her eyes remain closed as she leans further into you, seeking comfort and reassurance. "I don't understand why he's being like this," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "He used to be so attentive... so loving."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to focus on something besides the images flashing across the screen in front of her.

Jennifer pauses for a moment, considering your offer. "I don't know... it's kind of personal," she says hesitantly. "But I suppose it couldn't hurt to talk about it." She takes another sip of wine, feeling its heat spread through her as she tries to gather her thoughts.

"He used to be so affectionate with me," she starts, speaking more slowly now. "We would cuddle and kiss all the time... but lately he's been distant and cold.

Jennifer nods, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Okay," she says quietly. "You can ask." She takes another sip of wine, bracing herself for your questions.

"He... he usually finishes inside me," Jennifer says, her cheeks flushing again. "But sometimes he'll... you know..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. "It doesn't really matter where he does it as long as we're close."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to focus on your question instead of the images on the screen.

"Well..." Jennifer hesitates, feeling embarrassed by this line of questioning. "I usually just swallow it," she admits with a shy giggle. "I mean, I don't know why... it just feels natural, I guess."

She takes another sip of wine, her cheeks still flushed from the conversation. "I never really thought about not doing that," she adds with a slight laugh. "It's just always been this way between us."

"P-Pegging?" Jennifer stammers, her eyes going wide in surprise. "Oh my God! We never... I mean, I don't even know if he would be interested in that!" She blushes deeply, feeling a mixture of shock and arousal at the mere suggestion.

"I-I guess it's possible..." she admits reluctantly. "But we've never talked about it... I mean, I don't even know if he knows what it is!"

Jennifer nods slowly, feeling more and more flustered by the conversation. "Well... it's when a woman uses a strap-on dildo on a man during sex," she says quietly. "It can be really intense, but I don't know if he would ever be interested in trying that."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its heat spread through her as she tries to steady herself. The images on the screen have long since faded from her mind;

"What?" Jennifer asks, confused by your question. "With you?" She gives you a surprised look before bursting out laughing. "Oh, no! I mean... that's just silly!" she exclaims, feeling her cheeks heat up once again. "We're mother and son! That's disgusting!"

But even as she says it, she can't quite keep the amused expression off her face. The wine has loosened her tongue and made her feel more daring than usual.

Jennifer's eyes widen at your words, and she feels a strange mixture of shock, arousal, and disbelief washing over her. "You... you would let me do that with you?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. "But why? We're family!"

She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as she considers your offer. The images on the screen have faded into the background, forgotten in the face of this unexpected revelation.

Jennifer hesitates for a long moment before slowly nodding her consent. Her heart is racing, and she feels a strange mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as you reach over and begin unbuckling her robe.

As the fabric falls away, revealing her full breasts, she takes another shaky breath. "I'm scared," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But I want this...

Jennifer allows you to guide her down onto the couch, her heart pounding in anticipation. She glances over at you, feeling a strange mixture of desire and confusion. This is wrong... but it feels so right. As you kneel between her legs and begin unbuttoning your pants, she watches eagerly, her breath coming faster and faster.

The thought of being with you like this is both terrifying and exhilarating, and she can't help but wonder what it will feel like when you finally touch her.

As you reveal yourself to her, Jennifer's eyes widen in surprise. She hadn't realized how aroused you were or how big you are. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire as she takes in your naked form kneeling before her.

"I-Is this okay?" she whispers, reaching out tentatively to touch you. "I mean... we shouldn't be doing this..." But even as she says it, she knows that she doesn't want to stop.