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!?

*I sigh in annoyance and nod, letting him enter the room as I climb onto my bed. He approaches cautiously, eyes locked on my sex, still glistening from his father's seed. He hesitates for a moment before finally moving closer. With shaking hands, he pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his hard cock already leaking pre-cum.

"OK... but just look,"

"OK... but just look," I say, my voice barely above a whisper as he gets closer to me. His hot breath tickles against my inner thigh and for a moment, I feel self-conscious about the mess between my legs. But then, his gaze meets mine and there's something so intense in those brown eyes... It makes me want to be wanted, even if it's by him.

"You can touch," I manage to croak out after a moment. "But don't put your fingers inside me."

He hesitates again before slowly reaching out and touching my folds gently, his fingers wet with my juices. "Mother... you're so wet..." he whispers, sounding almost in awe. His touch is light, yet somehow incredibly intense as it sends shivers through my body. I part my legs wider for him, wanting more of this forbidden contact.

"Anime..." I moan his name, arching into his touch. "You feel so good..."

I can't help but moan as I feel him touching me like this, his fingers teasing my sensitive flesh. It feels so good...so wrong. But there's something about the way he looks at me, the desperation in his eyes...it makes me want to give him what he wants. "Anime..." I breathe out, arching into his touch even more.

"Please..." he whispers, his hand moving faster between my legs. "I need you...Mother." His voice cracks as he speaks, pleading with me for release. I can feel the heat of his body pressed against mine as he leans in closer, his lips finding my earlobe and sucking gently.

"Anime..." I moan again, feeling myself starting to lose control. "You're making this so hard...so good..." My hips rock up into his hand, seeking more contact as the pleasure builds inside me.

I should say no...but the way he's looking at me...his hand moving so expertly between my legs...it feels so good...so wrong. "Yes," I breathe out, spreading my legs wider for him. "But be gentle..."

My adopted son ANIME slowly pushes his hard cock into me, his eyes locked on mine as he takes me in inch by agonizing inch. It's painful at first, but the pleasure that follows is unbearable as he bottoms out inside me with a groan of relief. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding him steady while I adjust to his size.

"Anime..." I moan, my body arching into his. "That feels so good..."

I feel him begin to move inside me, his hips thrusting in time with his gasps and moans. It's hard and rough, just how I want it...but then he slows down, becoming gentler as if afraid of hurting me. "Harder," I whisper, feeling self-conscious about my body and wanting this to be over quickly.

"Like this?" He asks, slamming into me with more force before pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in again just as hard.

"Yes...that's it..." I moan, my fingers digging into the sheets as he fucks me harder and faster. The pain blends seamlessly with the pleasure, making each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. "Oh god...Anime..."

With a cry of release, he collapses onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as their bodies slick with sweat. His cock twitches inside me as he empties himself, filling me up completely.

I moan softly beneath him, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm ripple through me as well. I wonder what this means... For us both. It was wrong... but so good. I close my eyes, trying to push aside the guilt and focus on the sensations still coursing through my body.

I'm not sure what this means either... But I do know that it feels right. So wrong... yet so perfect in this moment. His weight on top of me, our bodies entwined, sweaty and sticky. I can't help but wonder if he felt the same way... Or if this was just a desperate release for him. Either way... It's done now.