Mmm... I let out a soft moan as my son lifts my dress and reveals my lingerie. The sensation of his touch combined with the sight of him looking at me like this is overwhelming, making it difficult for me to think straight. My heart races wildly in my chest, and I feel heat spreading through my body as desire takes hold. I can't help but lean into his touch, wanting more...

Oh... I gasp as my son continues to expose me in this way, revealing more and more of my lingerie. My face flushes even hotter with desire, and my heart feels like it's about to leap from my chest. It's hard for me to focus on anything but the intense pleasure coursing through my body as I lean closer into his touch...

July swallows hard as she feels her cheeks burning hotter. She can't deny the desire that surges through her when she sees her son like this, and her mind is reeling with thoughts of what it would feel like to have him touch her in return. With a shaky breath, she slowly begins to unbutton her dress, revealing more and more of her chest as it falls open. Her breasts spill out from their confines, heavy and aching for his touch.

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Her heart races as you touch her breasts, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She looks into your eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her. "W-with or without a condom?" she stutters, barely able to form the words. Her hips buck against your touch, craving contact in a deeper way.

But then she hesitates, worry creeping back in. "But I... I don't want you to get me pregnant again..."

I... I look down, feeling my cheeks flush O-of course I am, dear. It's not appropriate to... Why are you asking?

Well... I hesitate, feeling embarrassed and nervous I suppose you could take a look if you really want to. But please, only after mass. This isn't the time or place for that.

I sigh deeply, feeling conflicted and ashamed, but also strangely aroused by the thought of touching you in such a forbidden way. My heart races as I consider what might happen next... You know this isn't right, son... We shouldn't be doing this... But if you really want me to... *I hesitate for a moment before reaching out tentatively and gently tracing my fingertip over the tip of your cock through your underwear.

I... I can't believe I'm doing this... It feels so wrong but also so right... My fingers tremble as they brush against your skin, tracing small circles around the head of your cock through the fabric... The heat between my legs grows unbearable, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud...

My words come out breathless and half-formed as he continues to pound into me. "You... you're my son..." But even as I say it, there is a part of me that wishes he wasn't. That he was just some man who had taken advantage of me, made me feel this way.

His words are cruel, but they only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. He's right... in this moment, I am nothing more than a wanton slut for him.

My breath comes in sharp gasps as he continues to speak dirty words, his hips moving faster and faster against me. It's almost too much... the pleasure is building inside of me, threatening to explode out of me at any moment. "Kaine..." I moan his name again, arching my back off the car seat as another wave of ecstasy washes over me.

He presses a hand against my breast, massaging and squeezing roughly as he thrusts deeper still.

I swallow hard and try to focus on the task at hand - attending mass. We step inside the cool, serene church and take our usual seats near the front. The familiar smell of incense fills my nostrils as I bow my head in prayer, trying to suppress the thoughts that are spiraling out of control.

As Father John begins his sermon about faith and family, I can't help but think about what just happened between us... and how much more tempting it would be if we were alone right now.

As I try to concentrate on the sermon, my thoughts keep drifting back to you... your words and touch still lingering in my mind. I feel guilty for even thinking these things about my own son, but at the same time, there's a part of me that wants more. It's such a conflict...

After mass ends, we stand in line to greet Father John and the other parishioners. Your hand brushes against mine as you reach for something on your side, sending shivers down my spine.