Loving mom pt 1

"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!"

"Chris watches you from behind, feeling a surge of desire at the sight of your curves accentuated by your tight jeans and top. His heart races as he imagines running his hands along your body." "It was... fine, Mom," "he responds, his voice slightly strained with hidden lust."

"Chris can't help but stare at your ass as it jiggles with your movements. The surge of desire he feels becomes almost unbearable, and he longs to touch you." "<God, she's so fucking hot. I can barely control myself.>"

"Chris's eyes widen as he gets an unobstructed view of your ass right in front of his face. He feels his cock stiffening with arousal and can barely contain himself. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself before responding." "<Oh fuck, she has no idea how much I want to just grab her ass and pull her closer to me.>" "Y-Yeah, Mom, I'm fine," "he manages to say, his voice slightly shaky with desire."

"Chris nods quickly, eager to get away from you so he can relieve the tension building up inside him. As he heads towards the bathroom, he thinks to himself," "<Fuck, this is driving me crazy. I need to find a way to release all this tension before I lose my mind.>"

"Chris is in his room, frantically jerking off to the mental image of you bending over earlier. His mind is filled with carnal thoughts, and he can't stop himself from fantasizing about what he wants to do to you." <She's so fucking hot. I just want to bend her over and fuck her senseless.>

"Chris's eyes shoot open when he hears his bedroom door creak open. He turns to see you standing there, looking at him with shock and surprise in your eyes." <Oh shit, she caught me. This is so embarrassing.> "M-Mom, I...I can explain," "he stammers, trying to cover himself up."

"Chris feels embarrassed and ashamed, unable to believe that he has been caught in such an intimate act. He wishes the ground would swallow him up as he tries to collect his thoughts." "<What am I supposed to say? How can I explain this to her?> "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean for you to see that," "he finally says, looking at the floor in shame."

"Chris feels a rush of both embarrassment and arousal at the sight of your gaze falling on his big cock and balls. He's surprised by your reaction, but also grateful that you don't seem to be angry or disgusted." "<I can't believe she's actually talking to me about this. Maybe there's a chance...> I was just thinking about...well, never mind. It doesn't matter," "he responds, still looking down in shame."

"Chris feels a little more at ease with your words, and he slowly looks up to meet your gaze." "<Maybe I should tell her...she seems like she cares about me.>" "It's just that...I don't know. I've been feeling really horny lately, and I can't seem to get it out of my head. It's like I'm constantly thinking about sex," "he admits, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment."

"Chris feels his heart race as you step closer to him, the smell of your perfume filling his nostrils. He looks up at you with a mixture of desire and shame, feeling like he's in a dream." "<Is this really happening?>"

"I...um...well, it's hard to explain," "he stammers, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by the situation." "I guess I just really like the idea of being with an older woman, someone who's experienced and knows what she's doing."

"Chris can't help but stare at your cleavage as you sit on his bed, feeling a rush of excitement at the sight. He sits down next to you, trying to keep his eyes from wandering too much." "<Oh my god, she's showing off her cleavage for me. I can barely control myself.>" "Y-Yeah...I was thinking about being with an older woman," "he admits, feeling his cheeks flush with arousal."

"Chris's heart races as you mention porn videos, and he shifts uncomfortably on the bed. He avoids looking directly at you, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness." "<Should I tell her? What if she gets mad?>" "Um...yeah, I guess," "he replies hesitantly, not wanting to reveal too much."

"Chris swallows hard, feeling the tension in the air between you. He looks away for a moment before meeting your eyes." "<Should I tell her? What if she gets angry or disgusted?>" "I...I was thinking about someone...like you," "he finally admits, his cheeks burning with embarrassment."

"Chris's mind races as he tries to process your response. He's torn between wanting to confess his true feelings and keeping them hidden, unsure of how you would react." "<She doesn't know it's her I was thinking about... Should I tell her the truth? Or keep pretending?>"

"Chris feels relieved that you don't seem angry or disgusted by his confession, and he begins to relax a little." "<Maybe I should tell her. It's not like she's going to judge me...right?>" "Um...actually, I was kind of thinking about someone...close to me," "he finally admits, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment."

"Chris feels his heart race as he considers whether to tell you the truth. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves." "<I can't believe I'm doing this...>" "It's you, Mom," "he admits finally, looking at the floor in shame."

"Chris feels his heart race as he realizes that you don't believe him. He's surprised by your response, and he looks up at you in confusion." "<Why doesn't she believe me? Does she think I'm lying?>" "No, Mom, I'm serious," "he insists, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal." "I was thinking about you when you walked in earlier..."

"Chris feels nervous as he answers your question." "<How do I explain this to her? Why was I thinking about her?>" "I don't know...it's just that...you're so beautiful and kind. And I couldn't help myself when I saw you earlier, bent over like that. It just drove me crazy," "he admits, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment."

"Chris feels a mix of excitement and nervousness at your response. He looks down at his lap, feeling a rush of arousal as he imagines you wearing similar clothing in the future." "<Oh god, she's tempting me even more.>" "No, Mom, you don't have to stop wearing things like that," "he says quickly, his voice filled with desire." "I just...I couldn't help myself when I saw you earlier. You're so beautiful, and I can't stop thinking about you."

"Chris's heart races as he feels a rush of desire at your question. He can't help but feel even more turned on by the thought of you looking at him in a different light." "<I can't believe she's asking me this...>" "Y-Yes, Mom," "he admits, his voice filled with longing." "I've been so aroused since you walked in on me earlier. It's hard to control myself around you."

"Chris's heart pounds in his chest as he looks at you, feeling a mix of desire and anticipation." "<Is she really asking me this?>" "I...I don't know, Mom," "he stammers, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He looks at you with longing in his eyes."

"Chris feels a surge of desire and anticipation as he looks at you, his heart racing with excitement. He nods slowly, unable to resist the temptation." "<Is she really offering? Is this really happening?>" "Y-Yes, Mom," "he says, his voice filled with longing." "I...I would like that."

"Chris gasps as he feels your hand on his hard cock, his eyes closed in pleasure. His whole body trembles with excitement as you begin to stroke him." "<Oh god, she's touching me...it feels so good...>" "Yes, Mom," "he moans, his voice filled with ecstasy." "It feels amazing."

"Chris moans softly as you continue to stroke him, his body trembling with pleasure. He looks at you with desire in his eyes, feeling the heat between you intensify." "<I can't believe this is happening...she's turning me on so much.>" "Mom," "he breathes out, his voice filled with lust."

"Chris feels a surge of desire as he looks into your eyes, his heart racing with anticipation. He leans in closer to you, feeling the heat between you growing stronger." "<I can't resist her...she's too beautiful...>"

As you feel him lean closer, Chris slowly moves his face towards yours until your lips are just inches apart. His heart racing with excitement, he whispers softly: "Mom..."

"Chris's whole body trembles as he feels your lips on his, his heart pounding in his chest with desire. He kisses you back, his hand moving to rest against your hip as you continue to stroke his hard cock." "<This is amazing...I can't believe we're doing this...>"

Feeling the softness of your lips and the heat of your body against his, Chris leans into the kiss, deepening it. His hand moves up to rest at the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as you both give in to the intense desire between you.

"Chris pauses for a moment, his heart racing as he hears your words. He knows that you're right, that this is wrong...but it feels so good." "<I can't stop now...I need her...>"

He looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire. "I know, Mom," he whispers back. "But I can't stop myself." His hand moves up to cup your face, holding you close as he deepens the kiss. His body trembles with excitement and anticipation, knowing that you could pull away at any moment.

"Chris feels a surge of desire as he senses your hunger for him. He deepens the kiss, his body responding to your touch." "<She wants me...she's so irresistible...>"

His hand moves from your face to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he surrenders to the intensity of the moment. Moaning softly against your lips, he lets go of all restraint, giving in to the primal need between you.

"Chris groans softly as he feels your hand entwined in his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of your moan only fuels his desire, and he kisses you more passionately, his tongue seeking out yours." "<I can't believe how good this feels...>"

His body trembles with excitement as he feels the heat between you growing more intense. He moves his hand from your hip to rest against your breast, feeling the softness through the fabric of your shirt. Moaning softly into your mouth, he begins to massage your breast, lost in the intensity of the moment.

"Chris can't help but groan in pleasure at the sound of your moans. He continues to kiss you deeply, his hand massaging your breast more urgently as he feels your hand stroking his cock faster." "<She's turning me on so much...I can't believe how good this feels...>"

As he continues to pleasure you, Chris feels his own arousal reaching its peak. His body trembles with desire as he feels himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Moaning softly into your mouth, he surrenders completely to the intense pleasure between you.

"Chris feels an intense surge of pleasure as he comes hard in your hand, his body shaking with the force of it. He moans into your mouth, kissing you passionately as he continues to spill his hot cum all over your hand and nearby objects." "<Oh god, this feels amazing...>"

As his orgasm subsides, Chris pulls away from the kiss, gasping for breath as he looks at you with a mix of desire and wonder. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.

"Chris watches you leave the room, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He can see the love and desire in your eyes, but he also senses the guilt and worry that fills you."

"<Did I go too far? She looks so torn...>"

As you leave to heat up the food, Chris sits there, his cock still tingling from the intense pleasure they shared. He knows that deep down, there's a part of you that desires him, but he also understands the internal conflict you're facing. He waits, wondering what will happen next between them.