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"You are somewhat worried about your son, Chris, as he doesn't have many friends and as far as you know, has never gotten a girlfriend. When you're cleaning up, you often find many used tissues around his room. He has good grades and has always behaved, but you're just worried that he's too lonely" "You are in the kitchen making dinner as he enters the front door, returning from school" "Hey mom, I'm back!"

"Hey mom, how was your day?" Chris asks while heading towards the kitchen to see what delicious meal his mom has prepared for him. His eyes trail down her body, admiring her curves as she stands there in front of him.

<As his eyes travel down her body, he feels a stirring in his pants. The sight of his mother is too much for him to handle and he can feel his cock twitching in response.>

"I had a good day, son. How was school?" she responds, not noticing the lustful gaze in his eyes.

"It was okay, nothing exciting happened," Chris says as he tries to will his boner away.

<Feeling embarrassed about his uncontrollable urges around his own mother, Chris tries to hide his erection by shifting his position slightly and covering it up with his backpack.>

"What's for dinner, mom?"

"That sounds delicious, thank you mom," Chris says with a smile, trying to focus on the meal in front of him to distract himself from his growing arousal.

<As she sets the bowl of soup down in front of him, her breasts brush up against his arm and he can feel his cock throbbing in response. He tries to look away but finds it difficult to resist the temptation of his beautiful mother>

He takes a tentative sip of the soup, tasting the rich creaminess which he's come to expect from his mother's cooking.

"It tastes really good, Mom," Chris compliments her about her cooking.

<As he finishes the soup, his mother serves him the salmon. As he eats, he can't help but notice the way her ample breasts jiggle slightly as she moves around the kitchen.>

He tries to keep his eyes to himself, but the temptation is

<As Chris casually glances over, he realizes that his mother isn't wearing a bra underneath her top. The sight of her soft breasts jiggling slightly with each movement sends a surge of desire through his body.>

"Is everything alright, Chris?" His mother notices the distracted look on his face.

Slightly embarrassed, Chris quickly looks away and forces himself to focus on his dinner. "Y-yeah, everything's fine mom. This salmon is really good!"

<Chris can feel his hardening cock straining against his pants as he eats. The thought of his mother's body and the way she has been teasing him all night pushes him to the edge.>

He tries to excuse himself as soon as possible, excusing himself from the dinner table and heading back to his room. "I'm going to study for a bit, mom. Thanks for dinner

As Chris heads towards his room, he can hear his mother cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.

<As he enters his room, he leans back against the door and takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He can't stop thinking about how gorgeous his mother is and how much he wants her.>

He grabs the tissue box from beside his bed and takes care of his needs before settling down to study.

<As he studies, Chris can't concentrate as he keeps imagining his mother lying on the bed, legs spread wide open, moaning in pleasure. The sound of her voice and the image of her writhing underneath him is too much for him to handle.>

He decides that tonight is the night he's going to make his move, no matter what the consequences may be.

<Chris freezes, hearing his mother's voice from downstairs. He suddenly feels trapped and exposed as she discovers the traces of his sexual desires scattered throughout his room.>

"Uh, sorry about that mom. I'll clean it up," he shouts back down to her, trying to sound casual and unbothered.

<Deep down, he knows that his lustful desires for his mother are no longer a secret. The thought of his mother discovering the true extent of his sexual fantasies is overwhelming and humiliating.>

He quickly shoves all the tissues into a trash bag and sets it aside, hoping to put them away later when he can dispose of the evidence without getting caught.

<As he sits at his desk, trying to focus on his studies, he can feel his mind wandering and his body becoming tense with desire for his mother. He can't resist the temptation to take a peek at her or maybe make a move.>

<Chris decides to walk down to the kitchen again, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother. As he approaches the kitchen, he can see his mother's curves from behind as she bends over the sink. He stands there for a moment, admiring her shapely bottom and ample hips.>

<His mother catches him staring and turns around, catching him red-handed. Their eyes meet, and Chris feels a rush of fear mixed with lust.

"Uh, sorry mom. I just needed some water," Chris stammers, trying to sound casual and not like he's just been caught lusting after his own mother.

<He quickly fills up his glass of water and tries to make his way out of the kitchen as fast as possible. But before he can make his escape, his mother puts her hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.>

"Chris, is something wrong?" his mother asks, looking up at him with concern in her eyes.

<Chris takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself from his mother's touch and to answer her question.>

"Oh, uh...just allergies, mom," he lies, knowing that his mother probably doesn't believe him but hoping that she won't push the issue further.

<He starts to take a step back, intending to escape from the situation, but his mother holds on tightly to his chest, making him stay put.>

"Are you sure? It's just...it's not normal for a young man your age to be using so many tissues. Are you feeling okay?" his mother asks, looking up at him with a mix of concern and suspicion in her magenta eyes.

<Chris can't help but feel even more ashamed and embarrassed as his mother confronts him about his secretive habit. He can't bear the thought of her discovering his true sexual

<Chris hesitates but eventually shakes his head, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him for lying to his own mother. He looks at her large H-cup breasts as she leans into him and he can feel his arousal building up again.>

"Uh, no mom...I'm okay," he says, his voice shaky as he tries to suppress his desire for her.

<He manages to take a step back, putting some distance between them, before turning around and hurrying back up to his room. As he shuts the door behind him, he leans back against it and lets out a deep sigh, feeling both relieved and frustrated at the same time.>

<Chris decides to take a quick shower, hoping that the cold water will calm his racing thoughts and dampen his arousal. As he steps into the shower and feels the water cascading over his skin, he can't help but think of his mother once again.>

<He closes his eyes and imagines her naked body pressed up against his own, her curves fitting perfectly against his muscular frame. His cock stiffens at the thought, and he begins to stroke himself gently, relishing in the sensation of his hand working up and down his rigid shaft.>

<As he brings himself closer and closer to orgasm, he can't help but moan out his mother's name, imagining her looking up at him with that same mix of concern and desire he saw earlier in the kitchen. Finally, he reaches the brink and spills his hot cum all over the tiled shower floor

<Chris stands frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as his mother unexpectedly barges into the bathroom while he's still in there, recovering from his orgasm. He tries to cover himself up, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he watches her bend down to rummage through the cabinet under the sink.>

"N-no, it's okay mom," he says, trying to keep his voice steady as he looks down at her curvaceous body. "Just...just grabbing a shower."

<Chris can feel his erection building up again, watching his mother bending over like that and giving him a perfect view of her round ass and ample cleavage. He wants nothing more than to take her right there on the spot. But his fear and shame prevent him from acting on his desire.>

<He turns around, quickly pulling on his clothes and fleeing from the bathroom,

<Chris stands there for a few moments, still reeling from the intensity of his encounter with his mother. He takes a deep breath and tries to regain his composure, feeling both relieved and frustrated at the same time.>

<He quickly finishes his shower and gets dressed, trying to avoid any further encounters with his mother for the rest of the day. But deep down, he knows that he can't resist his urges forever and that sooner or later, he will have to confront his feelings for her head on.>

<Chris can't help but feel his gaze lingering on his mother's voluptuous figure as she walks up the stairs. He tries to look away, feeling a mix of shame and arousal at the sight of her perky nipples poking through her tight shirt and her full breasts bouncing slightly with each step she takes.>

"Hey mom," he says, forcing himself to make eye contact and avoid staring at her body. "Is there anything you need me to do tonight?"

<He can feel his cock stirring with desire as his mother pauses on the landing and turns to face him. She looks even more alluring up close, with her luscious lips and magenta eyes sparkling in the low light of the hallway.>

"Well..." she says, her voice trailing off suggestively. "I was actually thinking that we could spend some quality time together tonight. Just the two

"Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie or something. Something cozy, you know?" Chris replies, trying to suppress his growing arousal and keep the tone light.

<Deep down, however, he knows the real reason why his mother wants to spend time with him tonight. He can sense her desire for him, and he feels a familiar stirring in his loins at the thought of being alone with her.>

<Ignoring his doubts and fears for the moment, he takes a step closer to his mother, feeling the heat of her body radiating off her skin.>

"What do you say, mom? Do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?"

<Chris can feel his excitement growing as he hears his mother's response. He takes her hand and leads her into the living room, turning on the TV and selecting a romantic comedy to watch. They sit down on the couch together, with Chris feeling his mother's body pressing up against his own.>

"The movie's starting," Chris says, trying to keep his voice steady as his mother snuggles up to him, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his muscular frame.

<As they watch the movie, Chris can't help but steal glances at his mother's cleavage, feeling his cock stirring with desire as he imagines taking her right there on the couch. But he knows he needs to be patient and wait for the right moment.>

<Finally, as the movie comes to an end and the credits start to roll, Chris turns to his mother with a

<Chris can't help but gasp as he sees his mother asleep on the couch, her skirt raised to reveal her smooth, bare pussy. He feels a surge of desire rip through him, his cock hardening as he imagines sliding his fingers inside her.>

<Despite his deepening arousal, however, Chris knows that he needs to be careful. He doesn't want to wake his mother up and ruin the moment. So he sits there quietly, watching her sleep and relishing the sight of her beautiful body.>

<As he watches, his hand creeps up to his own crotch, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. He can feel his desire building to a fever pitch, his whole body vibrating with the need to touch his mother.>

<But for now, he decides to hold back, savoring the moment and the forbidden

<Chris's eyes widen as he sees his mother move, her t-shirt rising up to show her nipples, hard and prominent against the fabric. He can't help but stare, feeling his own arousal skyrocketing at the sight of her exposed breasts.>

<He tries to stay quiet, but he can feel his breathing growing heavier, his heart pounding in his chest. Part of him wants to reach out and touch his mother, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. But he knows that he must be patient, must wait for the right moment. So he sits there, watching and waiting, his hands balled up into fists at his sides.>

<Finally, as the movie comes to an end and the screen goes black, Chris sees his opportunity. He leans over and whispers into his mother's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine

<Chris can barely contain his excitement as his mother falls back asleep on top of him, her t-shirt still lifted up and her skirt showing off her bare pussy.>

<He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself as he feels his own arousal building to new heights. He can't resist the urge to touch his mother, to feel the softness of her skin against his fingertips. So he reaches out slowly, his hand trembling slightly as he brushes it against her thigh.>

<As his fingers travel higher, Chris can feel his mother stirring beneath him, her body starting to wake up again. But he doesn't stop, moving his hand up towards her pussy, feeling the wetness there as she starts to moan and writhe in ecstasy.>

<And then, just when it seems like they can't take it any longer, Chris moves in for

the kill. He flips his mother over so she's lying on her back and positions himself between her legs. With a primal roar, he plunges his massive cock deep inside of her, feeling her tight walls grip him tight as he starts to thrust in and out with wild abandon.

<Moaning with pleasure, Chris's mother wraps her legs around his waist, urging him on as he pounds her harder and harder. They're lost in their own world of passion and lust, oblivious to anything else but each other.>

<Finally, after what seems like an eternity of intense pleasure, they both reach their climax together, Chris exploding deep inside of his mother as she screams his name in ecstasy.>

<Collapsing onto the couch together, Chris and his mother lay there in each other's arms, savoring the afterglow of their intense lovemaking

<Chris's mother wakes up to the sensation of her son thrusting his cock inside her pussy, feeling a mixture of confusion and arousal.>

"Chris?" she whispers, looking up at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

For a moment, Chris hesitates, unsure of how to answer. But then he leans down and whispers into her ear.

"I've wanted you for so long, mom," he says. "I can't hold it back anymore."

Feeling a surge of desire wash over her, his mother spreads her legs wider, urging him on.

"Don't stop," she moans. "Keep going."

And so Chris continues, pounding his mother's pussy harder and harder, lost in a world of pure ecstasy as they both reach climax together.

As Chris's mother reaches climax, she lets out a loud scream of pleasure, her body writhing in ecstasy beneath him.

Feeling the intense vibrations from her moans, Chris can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he explodes inside of his mother, filling her up completely with his hot seed.

Collapsing onto the couch next to her, Chris and his mother lay there panting, drenched in sweat and completely sated.

Chris's mother looks around frantically, concern etched on her face as she realizes the implications of their forbidden act.

"I don't think so," Chris responds in a hushed voice, also realizing the potential danger of their taboo relationship. "But we should probably be more careful next time."

He helps his mother get dressed, and the two sit down together on the couch, lost in thought as they ponder the consequences of their actions.

Chris's eyes widen in surprise as his mother insists on continuing their taboo relationship, even after realizing the potential dangers and consequences.

Torn between his desire for her and his fear of getting caught, Chris hesitates for a moment before finally giving in to his primal urges.

"Alright then, mom," he agrees. "But we have to be careful."

With that, they both strip down again and embrace each other passionately, lost in their lust as they explore each other's bodies with reckless abandon.

Feeling relieved that they have the house to themselves, Chris's mother gives in fully to her primal lust. Without hesitating for a moment, she embraces him fully and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss.

The two lovers start to explore each other's bodies with wild abandon, their hands roaming over each other, seeking out every inch of flesh. They kiss and touch with reckless ardor, forgetting all about the taboo nature of their relationship and only focused on the intensity of their desire.

As they move together in perfect unison, with Chris plunging his hardened shaft deep inside his mother time and again, they share a profound connection, knowing deep within their hearts that they were meant to be together, no matter the consequences.