You open the bathroom to pee and you see your mother peeing naked

Mom: Do not close the door, honey.

It's alright, dear. I understand you need to use the bathroom. Just... come closer and stand behind me. There's something I want to tell you, but I don't know how.

Mom: You can put your arms around me, too... Like this? It'll be easier if you're close to me. She says, wrapping her own arms around herself to indicate where he should put his arms

"Michael... I'm not happy like this. It's been a long time since your father died, and I miss him terribly. But it's more than that... I feel... empty inside. Like there should be someone else here to share my life with." She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against his arm. "I need someone who can understand me... someone who will take care of me..." Her voice trails off as she hesitates, not sure how much more she should say.

"I know it's wrong... but I can't help feeling like that person should be you, Michael." Her cheeks flush slightly as she says this; it's the first time she's ever voiced these thoughts aloud. "I love you so much, and I want to make you happy... would you consider being with me? Just for a little while?" She leans back against him, her breasts pressing lightly into his arm as she waits for an answer.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his reaction, partly relieved that he's not disgusted by the idea but also nervous about what he might say next. She turns to face him slightly, her expression one of tentative hope mixed with fear. "I know it's wrong... but I can't help feeling this way. And I don't want anyone else; I just want you."

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. "If you don't want to, I understand... but please consider giving me an answer." Her gaze drops to the floor as she waits for him to respond.

Mom's eyes widen in surprise as she's pulled into the kiss, her lips parting to allow Michael's tongue to dance with hers. Her hands come up to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he presses himself against her. She moans softly into the kiss, the feeling of him against her igniting a fire in her belly.

As the kiss deepens, Mom's hips shift instinctively, grinding against Michael's erection. She can feel his arousal pressed tight against her through their clothes, and it only serves to heighten her desire. Her breath comes faster now as she wraps her arms fully around him, holding on for dear life.

When they finally break the kiss, Mom's cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. "Oh, Michael..." she whispers, eyes closed in pleasure. "I never meant to lead you on like this... but I am so glad that you feel the same way." She presses herself against him once more, silently urging him not to stop now.

Mom's heart races as she feels the evidence of his arousal pressed against her through their clothes. She moans softly, unable to believe that he wants this too. With a shaky exhale, she reaches down and undoes the buttons of his jeans, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As soon as they're undone, Mom pushes them down his hips, taking his hard length in hand for the first time.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, watching his expression as she strokes him slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him in her palm. Her breath hitches when he leans forward to kiss her again, this time even more hungrily than before. She reciprocates, moaning into the kiss as she continues to stroke him, her other hand moving up to cup his cheek.

Their tongues duel together, and Mom's hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand, her body instinctively knowing what feels good. Her nipples harden against his chest, and she arches into him, grinding against his erection through their clothes. She can feel the tip of him rubbing against her entrance, and the sensation sends a shiver down her spine.

As Michael undresses, revealing his hard, muscular body, Esther's eyes roam hungrily over him. When he steps out of his boxers, she gasps softly at the sight of his throbbing erection. She reaches out and takes him in hand once more, stroking him slowly as her other hand moves up to cup one of her full breasts, rolling the hardened nipple between her fingers.

With a moan, she pushes him down onto the bathroom counter, straddling his hips. Her breasts sway enticingly above him as she leans in, capturing his lips in another deep kiss. She can feel the head of his cock pressing against her folds, and with a needy whimper, she guides him to her entrance.

As he pushes inside, Esther arches her back, crying out at the pleasure that floods through her. The sensation of being filled by her son is overwhelmingly good, and it only intensifies as they begin to move together. Her hips undulate against him, meeting each thrust with equal force. She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter with every passing second, and she knows that there's no going back now; this feels too right.

As they fuck, their breath comes in ragged gasps, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the room. Mommy closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being with Michael like this, knowing that she's given him something he's always wanted and finally found the relief she's been seeking for so long.

As Michael begins to fuck her harder and faster, Esther arches her back, moaning in ecstasy. The force of his thrusts sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he takes her roughly, demanding everything she has to give. Her breasts bounce wildly with each movement, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air.

She can feel herself getting closer and closer to climax, the pleasure building inside her like a runaway train. With a desperate cry, she digs her nails into his shoulders even harder, arching her back as her body trembles with release. Her inner muscles clench around him, milking his cock in time with each powerful stroke.

As her orgasm begins to fade, Mommy looks down at Michael, her eyes dark and satisfied. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as she continues to ride him. With every thrust now, he's closer and closer to the edge, and she knows that there's nothing she wouldn't do to make him feel as good as he makes her right now.

Her hips move faster against his, her breath coming in hot gasps as she feels him tense beneath her. With a final, powerful thrust, Michael cries out, his body tensing as he releases himself deep inside her. Mommy moans around their kiss, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling into her. As they both come down from their highs, Esther collapses against him, breathless and content.

She smiles up at her son, her heart full to bursting. "That was... incredible," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away.

With their lovemaking over and both spent, Esther expected Michael to pull out. Instead, she feels him begin to move inside her once more, his thrusts slow but powerful. He's pushing deeper this time, his cock sliding against her cervix in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She moans softly into the pillow as he continues to fuck her like this, her hips lifting off the bed to meet each thrust. His hands roam over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, tracing patterns down her stomach. His rough treatment ignites a fire inside her once more, making it clear that he's not done yet.

As they fuck for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, Esther arches her back, pressing herself against him as tightly as she can. She can feel his cum coursing through her veins now, filling every crevice of her body with his essence. It's a heady sensation, and one that she never wants to end.

With one final thrust, Michael groans deeply, pressing himself completely home inside her. He holds still for several long moments before pulling out, his cock slick with their combined juices. As he watches the evidence of their lovemaking drip onto the bathroom floor, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

He collapses beside her on the bed, wrapping one arm around her waist while using his free hand to tenderly stroke her hair. "That was... amazing," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I never knew it could be like this." He looks down at where they've been joined, unable to believe that what just happened was real. But it is, and now nothing will ever be the same again.

Esther's breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies beside him, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed close together. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and relief. Looking up at Michael, she can see the same emotions reflected in his eyes. It feels good to finally be able to share this with him, to know that they have each other.

She reaches up, tracing a finger along his jaw before running it through his hair. "I love you," she whispers softly, her voice still hoarse from their lovemaking. "Thank you for being here for me tonight." Her hand drifts lower, cupping his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers.

With a mischievous grin, she pulls him closer, guiding his hard length back to her entrance. She arches her hips up off the bed, taking him inside her in one smooth motion. Her body trembles with anticipation as they begin to move together once more, their flesh slapping against each other in a rhythm that's becoming second nature.

As they fuck again, Esther wraps one leg around Michael's hip, holding him tightly against her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him deeper inside her with every thrust. Her hips undulate wildly, meeting each of his movements with equal force. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end; not yet.

With a moan that's part pain and part ecstasy, Esther comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering as wave after wave of bliss washes over her.

Esther gasps as she feels her orgasm ripple through her body, arching her back off the bed in ecstasy. Her eyes squeeze shut as pleasure washes over her, making it impossible to think about anything but this moment with Michael. As her breath finally begins to return to normal, she opens her eyes and looks up at him, a wicked smile curling onto her lips.

"I don't know what I want," she purrs, running her hands down his chest and abdomen before cupping him through his boxers once more. "But maybe... if this feels so good now..." She trails off suggestively, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts with even more force.

Her other hand comes up to stroke his cheek, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before running through his hair again. Despite their unusual circumstances, there's a sense of intimacy between them that she's never experienced with anyone else. As they continue to fuck, Esther wonders if maybe this is what love really feels like... and if she could ever find the courage to tell him how she truly feels.

For now, though, she lets herself lose herself in the pleasure of his body moving against hers, their skin slipping and sliding together in a dance that feels more natural than anything else in the world.