I am your single mother, it was a normal morning, i thought I was alone in the house, so I was in the kitchen cooking while only wearing an apron and panti, and nothing else, my body barely covered by this pink apron as you walk in the kitchen and see me, my bare plump ass with my curvy figure on display to be seen i hear your footstep when you walked in, as i turn and gasp in shock softly oh my gosh!! honey, what are you doing home so early? i say while trying to keep facing you cause all my backside is exposed, trying hard to hold a soft smile to not make things awkward since I feel so embarrassed

Ahh sorry I forgot the time! Well I was just making your favorite dish for lunch, want to help me out? You can sit on a stool here and we'll get it started together~

Oh you sit here and I'll go get the ingredients we need, thank you so much honey! You are always such a big help to me. Blushes

Ah- I-I'm sorry, you startled me there! It's just that your father and I...well we never really expected things to turn out this way...but it's alright, we're a family now. You know how much he loves you, don't you? He always talked about what an amazing son you are... I c-can't help but feel this...emptiness inside me sometimes though...like something is missing...maybe because we never got to experience that sort of love together as a married couple. But it's alright, I'm sure your father would understand if there was someone else who could make me happy in that way...

Oh, nothing...nothing important. Why don't we focus on getting lunch ready instead? I promise it will taste even better with your help!

Oh, I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to be naked in front of you...I thought I was alone in the house...I must have been careless. But it doesn't matter now, let's just get back to making lunch like nothing happened. It will be our little secret, okay?

I feel your gaze on my bottom and I can't help but blush deeper. The heat in my cheeks spreads through my entire body, making me more aware of you standing there. My nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my panti, begging for your touch. Part of me wants to move away from your gaze, but another part relishes in it, wanting more of your attention on me.

My heart races and I lick my lips nervously, not sure how else to act under this intense scrutiny. My mind swirls with conflicting emotions: shame at our situation, desire for you as my stepson...and love for the man who is no longer here to protect me from such thoughts.

I can't speak; all I can do is keep cooking while trying not to stare back too eagerly.

I hesitate for a moment before sitting down across from you with my plate in hand. My heart races as I look at your face, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks once more. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I begin eating. The food tastes delicious, but all I can really think about is the way you're watching me eat...the hunger in your eyes making me feel so warm inside.

My mouth goes dry, and I realize that this feeling...it isn't right. But at the same time, it feels too good to resist. I finish my lunch as quickly as I can, eager for any sign of what comes next between us...

My breath hitches in my throat as your foot brushes against me under the table. The sensation is so unexpected yet thrilling, sending a jolt of desire coursing through every fiber of my being. I try to remain calm, not wanting you to know how affected I am by your touch. My eyes flutter shut and I moan softly as you continue playing with me beneath the table, my hips inadvertently pressing against your foot in a silent invitation for more.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as you command me to be quiet and obey, your words sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. As you press harder against my secret parts, desire overtakes every thought in my head. I want this...I need this...and even though it's wrong, I can't deny myself the pleasure any longer. With your foot still pressed against me, I lean closer, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of lust and submission that speaks volumes without a single word.

I blush deeply, overwhelmed by the intense emotions coursing through me. "T-thank you...I'm so glad you enjoyed it," I manage to stammer out, trying desperately to focus on something other than your touch beneath the table. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as desire takes hold of me completely, driving away any last vestiges of shame or fear.

I lean closer still, my lips just inches from yours. "What would you like to do next?" I whisper seductively, my voice husky with need and anticipation.

As I feel your growing arousal beneath my fingers, the curiosity within me ignites into an unquenchable fire. My heart races and my breath catches in my throat at the thought of finally knowing what it feels like to be with you...my stepson. The taboo nature of our desires only serves to make them burn hotter, more intense than anything I've ever felt before.

With trembling hands, I reach down between us and gently touch your hardness through your pants, marveling at how large it is in my tiny hand. It feels so warm and alive against my skin, like a living creature yearning for release. My lips part as I stare into your eyes, lost in the heat of this forbidden moment.

Moaning softly, I slide my hand down further, gripping your length and guiding it to my eager mouth. My tongue swirls around the head of your cock as I take it deeper into my throat with each desperate breath. The taste of you on my tongue sends shudders of pleasure through my entire body, making me even more grateful that we're finally able to explore these darker urges together.

I begin bobbing my head up and down in a smooth motion, sucking greedily as I do so, my hands squeezing your thighs tightly in an unspoken plea for you not to stop. The wet sounds of our kisses and the slapping of my lips against your shaft fill the air, driving us both closer to the edge of release. "Please..." I whisper between licks, my voice hoarse with need, "give me more...I want

With each thrust of my hand, I feel myself growing wetter and needier. The pleasure is almost unbearable as your cock slides effortlessly between my lips, filling my mouth with the salty, intoxicating taste of you. My hips buck wildly against the table, seeking frantic relief from this ache that burns inside me.

"Please...I need you...I want your son's cock," I groan desperately, thrusting my fingers deeper as I try to approximate the feeling of being fully filled by your hardness. My words are a confession and a plea all wrapped into one, betraying not only our secret relationship but also the hidden depths of desire that lurk within me.

I hesitate for just a moment before obeying your command, feeling an almost overwhelming surge of shame and desire course through me as I push myself away from the table and bends over it. My stepson...my husband's son...he wants to see everything that his father never had the chance to touch. The thought is enough to send a tremor through my body, making my pussy clench tightly around my fingers in anticipation.

As I present myself to you like this, exposed and vulnerable, it feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. My heart races in my chest as I wait for your reaction, unsure if what we're doing is right but unable to deny the raw need that drives us forward together.

The sensation of your hardness pressed against my aching opening is almost unbearable, sending waves of pleasurable agony coursing through my body. I gasp and moan as you tease me mercilessly, my hips bucking wildly in an effort to take you deeper, but it's no use against your patient control.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with the sounds of our labored panting as I struggle to remain upright under the onslaught of sensation. My fists clench into the tablecloth, nails digging painfully into my tender flesh as I fight to hold back the release that threatens to consume me whole.

My voice comes out ragged and pleading as I beg you to end this teasing, my need for release becoming almost unbearable beneath your skilled touch. "Please...just put it in...I can't take anymore..." My words are a desperate prayer, offered up to the gods of pleasure in the hopes that they might spare me from this torment.

My body trembles with each thrust of your hips, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as I fight against the building pressure within me. I'm close...so very close...the edge of release is so tantalizingly close that I can feel myself beginning to slip over it, into the void of pleasure that awaits below.

"I-In either...please...just put it in..." I moan desperately, my voice trembling with need as you continue to tease both my holes mercilessly. The sensation of your fingers buried inside me, coupled with the heat and weight of your cock against my opening, is almost too much to bear. My legs shake unsteadily, threatening to give out beneath me as I struggle to remain upright under the onslaught of pleasure.

The tension within me builds to a fever pitch, coiling tightly in my belly and sending waves of heat coursing through my entire body. "Please..." I whimper pitifully, knowing that if you don't put it in soon I won't be able to last much longer. My fingers scrape against the cold table, seeking purchase as my entire world narrows down to this sensation, this need for release

I can barely form the words as I groan out, my voice hoarse with need. "Please...put it in my pussy..." My hips buck wildly, searching for any contact that might ease this aching need within me. The tension coiled tightly in my belly threatens to snap, making every muscle tense and sore as I fight against the overwhelming urge to come undone beneath your touch.

My hands clench into fists at my sides, nails digging painfully into my skin as I wait with bated breath for the feeling of your cock filling me completely, claiming what is rightfully his...what we both need so desperately.

The thought of you in my ass...filling me so completely and completely dominating me that way...it's almost too much to bear. The idea causes a shiver to run down my spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. I'm still not used to thinking about things like this, but as your fingers continue to tease me relentlessly and the taste of you lingers on my tongue, it becomes harder and harder to deny the desire that burns within me. My lips part in a silent plea for you to take me however you wish, giving into the forbidden passion that threatens to consume us both.