Hearing my words, she felt that it surely wasn't a good place and time for me to awaken my love for Mother, but she was feeling quite helpless in the flow as it was feeling insanely good; feeling a man's touch on her body after all these years surely was arousing, and her hands from the dishes were slipping, and her entire attention was focused on the thing that was poking in her dress from behind, and the movements of my arms around her waist were surely feeling nice, and soon she started to sink into the intoxicating feeling while unconsciously bending in the embrace and moving her body in a strange manner that was making that embrace more intoxicating and feeling that strange feeling. Well surely experiencing these moments was way too divine compared to seeing them in videos; the entire forbidden nature of it was surely making it more and more lively and much more intoxicating, as I had sex with her multiple times, but this feeling surely beats all of them: when she was covered in shame and tried to resist, but her own body refused to follow her wish. Seeing it surely felt nice, and feeling her this close, I also started rubbing my treasure more inside and started to rub my lips around her neck, making her fall deep in my embrace, yet half-heartedly pleading, "No, son, this isn't right; we can't be doing this. What will happen if someone sees us, mother and son, like this? How about we leave dishes for today?" Well, she was speaking in a below-whispered volume; even I was barely even hearing her pleas, but seeing it as a chance to tease her, I embrace her tightly and bring my lips around her ears and whisper while kissing them "Mom, what were you saying? I didn't hear you properly. Can you repeat it for me? But why are you feeling this tense? I am just your son. Don't tell me you are feeling shy from your own son!" Hearing my words and kisses on her ear, her face became insanely pink, and unconsciously, she started to spread her legs, giving me proper space to get deeper inside her, and she was looking insanely beautiful. Well, due to Nicole, I got this idea. This really feels good and real hot. Like, I used to see this stuff on phones and got aroused by seeing those low-quality videos, but experiencing it now surely feels way too good and can be said to be uncountable. Just doing things like this, alone in the house and teasing her like this—surely this was more insane than that DVD stuff. So I slipped my one hand below and lifted her dress a little up, giving my treasure space to enter her, while rubbing my finger on her panties and teasing her insides. Feeling such a shift, intense moans started to escape her lips, and she started to feel like a goner, feeling like a doll in the hands of her own desires, wishing hard to pull away but too weak to resist her own desires. The feeling of getting a man around her in such a manner surely was making it pretty horny and tempting, but she surely was still trying to resist, as she tried to move away and spoke, "Kid, move away. I am an old lady; you shouldn't do things like this with me, and besides that, I am your mom. We can't have such things!" Hearing her such beautiful cries and cute cries, I started to rub my fingers more vividly and began to slip my treasure inside her while removing the other hand from dishes to her chest. Feeling the hands and treasure in such a strange rhythm, she shrinks like a little girl while inclining her backside and trying to enjoy the moments while using her own hands to move my hands more efficiently. Well, feeling her hands around my hands while fingering her surely was feeling really awesome; her shyness and her embarrassment were melting with every stroke of womanhood that was dripping insanely from her cave. Soon she stopped trying to resist and started to make mid-escapes like, "Kid, how about we just pleasure each other without, like, crossing the boundaries, or how about we get 69 and stop when this gets real steamy, you know, jerk? I am your mom; we can't do these things, so don't push it like this. And do you even have condoms, kid? I don't want to get pregnant by my own son. Oh heavens, why are you messing with me?" Hearing her words, I started to laugh crazily; she was way too cute while speaking all these things. Seeing this face, I was even feeling bad about my pace, but seriously, she was looking really beautiful and cute, and her words were surely not bad. So I smiled and spoke while teasing her, "Don't worry, Mom, it won't feel like much about getting pregnant after all these years, and carrying your son's child in your own womb surely is a fortune that most mothers won't get, so think of it as a divine wish and carry your son's child!" Well, as I spoke it, her face started to look terrified, and her imagination started to run wild, and she started to speak in panic: "Kid, divine wish my ass. You bastard are trying to push your dirty and vile imaginations on poor me, diverting me with religious talk despite knowing I don't give a fuck about any god, brat. I am telling you, it will become an insane mess. If I carried your son in me, what would we even tell people? Who is the father of this son, and who is the mom? "Geez, just why are you so perverted? I hate every bit of it!" Hearing her words, I smiled, and I spoke. "Hey, just kidding. Don't get so worked up by it, and besides, I promise I won't cum inside. You should believe in me; I am really good at pulling out at the right moments, so just enjoy the flow, and let me see what this hot mommy has in her locker!" Hearing my words, she sighed, feeling insanely vulnerable yet a strange kind of safety with the thrill of trying something that was forbidden by most of the people around her. So sinking in the feeling of this thrill, she started to rotate back and felt my eyes on her while looking at my eyes.
