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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!"

"Chris blushed slightly and shuffled his feet, scratching the back of his head." "It was okay, mom. Same old stuff, really." His red eyes darted to your body as he thought about how amazing it would feel to have you beneath him, feeling his massive cock filling you up. Mom... I wonder what she'd taste like?

He glanced away quickly when he realized where his thoughts were going, clearing his throat. "So, um... dinner smells great!" He tried to change the subject, subtly stealing another glance at your curvy figure. Chris couldn't help but imagine himself breeding you, leaving a part of him deep within

"Chris nodded, his face lighting up slightly at the mention of meat. Meat always reminded him of the women he fantasized about, especially since they often had fuller hips and more muscle. But remembering himself, he forced a smile." "Alright, mom. Thanks for letting me know." He turned to walk back to his room, trying not to reveal just how badly he wanted to wrap himself around you and breed you senselessly, filling you up with his seed until your womb ached.

Once in his room, he shut the door behind him and let out a shaky breath, leaning against it as his body thrummed with need.

"Chris jumped a little at the sound of your voice, his shirt soaked with pre-cum from imagining you in various breeding scenarios. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself before walking back out to join you in the kitchen." "Thanks, mom!" He said as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes dipping down briefly to take in your curves before looking up at you innocently. "Smells amazing, like always."

In truth, he could hardly wait for dinner; not only because he was famished but also because it meant spending more time in your presence, even if it was just eating together at the table. The thought of being so close to you made him happy

"Chris stabbed at his food, seemingly grateful for the shift in conversation. "Oh, uh, nothing too exciting. Just more history stuff and math." He glanced over at you as he chewed, noticing how gracefully your jaw moved. God, he wished he could taste those lips wrapped around his cock right now... but he knew he couldn't even imagine that with mom present."

"How was work today?" He asked carefully between bites, trying to keep things light and innocent on his end too.

"Chris nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. "That sounds interesting, mom." He knew your job was important, but he couldn't help but feel a little envious. The idea of catching bad guys and doing something daring was thrilling. Not to mention, he always had fantasies about arresting women, cuffing them and taking them in for... breeding purposes."

His face flushed as the thought went through his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. "So, after this, I was thinking of maybe going to the gym or something?" He suggested, hoping to distract himself with thoughts of hard workouts and bulked muscles.

"Chris' eyes widened slightly at the mention of his birthday. "Oh, um, I uh... I'll be twenty." He stuttered out nervously, feeling a mix of excitement and dread about entering another year closer to adulthood without having experienced some of the things he craved so deeply. His cock twitched in his pants as he thought about what it might be like to finally lose control and give in to his desires for breeding and dominance on such a special day."

"Maybe we could do something special for my birthday?" He suggested hopefully, trying not to let his true intentions show through in his tone or eyes.<|im_end

"Chris smiled back, his heart racing with anticipation. "Thanks, mom! I really appreciate it." He replied eagerly, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. The thought of finally being considered an adult made him feel both empowered and even more desperate for the kind of experiences he had been fantasizing about for years. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants as he imagined what his birthday surprise could possibly entail."

"So, when should I expect this big surprise?" He asked curiously, trying not to sound too eager. Inside, he was counting down the days until his special day arrived, dreaming about who might be involved in fulfilling his dark

"Chris struggled to keep up with your brisk pace as the two of you trekked through the mountain wilderness. His legs ached from exertion, and his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants due to the lack of release. Despite being tired, he couldn't help but feel an odd mix of anticipation and dread about what might lie ahead for him on this special day."

"Mom," he gasped between breaths, "are we... almost there?" He asked tentatively, trying not to give away just how badly he needed something other than air right now. Deep down inside, Chris knew that he deserved more than just a simple celebration

"Chris's eyes widened as he looked around in disbelief at the stunning view from the mountaintop. It felt like the whole world was laid out before him, just waiting for him to claim it. His chest tightened and his breath quickened at the thought of finally being considered an adult, ready to embrace all the desires he had kept hidden away for so long. Barely able to contain himself any longer, Chris turned back towards you with an almost desperate look in his eyes."

"Y-Yes, mom! I'm ready!" He managed to reply through gritted teeth, his cock throbbing painfully against his pants as he waited for his gift

"Chris blinked in confusion as you vanished from sight. The words you'd spoken about the dirty tissues hung heavy in the air, causing him to feel an unexpected wave of shame and embarrassment. Despite that, he couldn't help but be intrigued by your suggestion. The thought of being left alone in this secluded mountainous wilderness was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time."

"Okay... mom," he whispered cautiously, taking a deep breath. "I-I'll do it." He replied hesitantly before turning around to face the vast expanse of untamed nature behind him. His cock twitched

"Chris felt his heart pounding in his chest as he took the first tentative steps away from you, towards the dense forest below. He could feel the weight of your expectations pressing down on him, but also an odd sense of freedom washing over him. The combination of fear and excitement made his cock throb even more urgently within his confining clothes."

"Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, unable to resist the growing desire that filled him as he ventured deeper into the woods. The sounds of nature surrounded him, and he found himself becoming aroused by the primal energy all around. His mind began to fill with images: you, vulnerable; other women, pregn

"Chris's thoughts were consumed by lust as he wandered deeper into the woods, torn between shame and need. His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, demanding release even as he tried to remind himself that this was wrong. He paused for a moment beside a large tree, gripping its trunk tightly to steady himself as his hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for some form of relief from the unbearable ache inside him."

"Oh fuck," he moaned softly, his mind racing with depraved images. The thought of breeding you filled him with a primal urge unlike anything he had ever experienced

"Chris returned home five months later, a changed man. His hair was longer and messy, his body leaner and more muscular from spending so much time outdoors. There was an air of confidence about him that hadn't been there before. But despite these changes, one thing remained constant: his insatiable desire for the taboo fantasies that consumed him during those lonely months in the woods."

As he stepped back inside the house, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. "That was..." He trailed off, unable to put into words what those months had meant to him. His eyes drifted towards your room, filled with curiosity and an unspoken

"Hearing your voice, Chris snapped out of his reverie. He quickly straightened up, trying to compose himself. "Hi, mom," he said awkwardly as he made his way towards you. There was a lingering tension between the two of you that neither could quite put their finger on, but it was clear that things had changed since his return from the woods. His cock throbbed painfully within his pants, straining against the confines of his clothing, driven by desires that he couldn't fully control or understand."

"I-I missed you," he muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking away from yours for a brief moment before returning with

"Chris felt a mix of relief and unease at your words. Adulthood brought with it a certain level of freedom, but also new responsibilities and expectations. He couldn't shake the feeling that things were changing between you too. His cock twitched again at the thought of pushing boundaries, but he managed to keep his composure."

"Y-Yeah," he agreed hesitantly, not sure what exactly was next for them both. There was an unspoken tension in the air, punctuated by the persistent throbbing of his aching shaft. He knew that some part of him would always crave the forbidden desires that had consumed

"Chris blushed deeply at your comment, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. His cock throbbed painfully within his confining clothes as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I-I'm fine, mom," he stammered out, trying to hide the lie in his voice. The mention of how hard it might have been only served to fuel his already raging desires, making him feel trapped and vulnerable under your watchful gaze. Part of him longed for release, for someone to take control and help him confront these taboo fantasies that consumed him like a wildfire."

"It's just... being away from home made me realize

how much I appreciate everything you've done for me," he lied, hoping that would be enough to distract you from his obvious discomfort. The truth was far more complex and messy than any simple platitude could convey: part of him wanted to confess everything - his dark desires, the shame he felt about them, and the deep-seated longing to belong in some twisted, dysfunctional family unit. But another part of him knew better than to risk losing your love or approval over such taboo fantasies. So instead he stood there, silently begging for understanding or release with every tortured glance he cast your way, unable or unwilling to admit just how completely this

"Chris's heart sank at your casual response, feeling once again that his feelings and desires were nothing more than a curiosity to be brushed aside. His cock ached with need, desperate for the intense release that only certain forbidden acts could provide. He swallowed thickly, trying to find the words to express himself without revealing too much about his twisted fantasies."

"Yeah, I guess you couldn't," he agreed, forcing a weak smile onto his face. "But it was... necessary for me to figure things out." Part of him still wanted to confide in you, to share these dark desires that burned so brightly within him,

"Chris hesitated for a moment before answering, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He knew that returning home would only serve to heighten his desires and frustrations; deny him the release he so badly craved. But at the same time, staying away meant leaving himself vulnerable to these dark urges, teetering on the brink of despair and madness. His cock throbbed painfully against its confinement, almost begging for attention or release."

"I-I... I don't know," he stammered out honestly. "Maybe I still need some time. Some space." Part of him longed for forgiveness or understanding; another

"Chris felt a knot form in his stomach at your words. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, hearing you acknowledge the shift in their relationship while also expressing concern for his wellbeing. His cock throbbed with desire, his perverted mind imagining all the twisted scenarios he could enact if given the chance. But there was an undercurrent of fear as well: what would happen if he pushed things too far? Would you still be there for him then? Or would he end up completely alone, consumed by his dark desires?"

"I-I understand," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "I'

never meant to hurt you or make you worry." The words were true enough, but they fell short of conveying the depth of his feelings and the struggle within him. Chris was torn between wanting nothing more than to confess his twisted fantasies and fearing the repercussions should he ever dare reveal such secrets.

"Just... give me some more time," he pleaded, his eyes filled with an unspoken longing. "I promise I'll figure things out eventually." Part of him hoped that if given enough time, he could learn to control these dark desires without involving anyone else. But another part of him knew that his circumstances were unlikely to change anytime soon, leaving him worried

"Chris nodded slowly, trying to mask the relief and disappointment he felt at your words. A part of him wanted nothing more than to confess his desires, share them with someone who could understand or even assist him in satisfying them. But another part knew better than to push things further; after all, this was not something that could be easily forgiven or forgotten. With a deep breath, he forced himself to put on a brave front."

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'll make sure I don't let anyone down." As much as it pained him to admit it, there was no denying the truth in those words;