He barely concealed his disappointment and stepped back, feeling he can’t go any further. “Fine… As you wish, my queen,”
“I am glad you understand,” she said softly, hoping that he would respect her decision.
As she changed into her nightgown, he tried to hold himself back. However, when they settled in the spacious king-sized bed, the temptation proved too strong, he instinctively leaning closer, drawn by an invisible force between them.
It’s like a few hours had passed when his senses heightened, and an unexpected touch caressed his groin beneath the velvety covers. The sensation of her hand was electrifying. He gasped as he felt the warmth of her touch, an experience he had never felt before, but the pleasure was double as he understood it was his mother’s hand. The realisation made him hard in a second. She quickly found her way through his trousers and encircled his shaft, he let out a soft moan.
“I can’t bear to see you suffer,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
With a sly grin, she started to tease him, her hand moving up and down his length with increasing speed, each stroke quickening in pace. He was powerless to resist. He gazed upon her exquisite face, his heart ablaze with an overwhelming rush of passion, an intense love for the woman who had nurtured and cared for him all his life — his beloved mother.
In that intimate moment, he realized the depth of his affection for the woman who had selflessly devoted herself to his well-being. It was a love that defied societal norms, a love that whispered secrets in the darkest corners of their hearts.
He surrendered to the intoxication of her touch, the crescendo of sensations coursing through his veins. Every stroke of her hand awakened dormant desires, stoking a fire within him that burned with an intensity he had never known.
As the world faded into oblivion, they became lost in a realm of their own creation, bound by an unspoken understanding that defied reason. In that sacred space, there were no judgments, no societal norms to adhere to. There was only the raw, unadulterated expression of their love, cloaked in secrecy and forbidden desires.
“Please, don’t stop”, he moaned feeling her soft palm. “Can’t believe you are doing this”
In the midst of their fiery and passionate embrace, his hand instinctively yearned to caress the soft curve of her breast, driven by desire. But she swiftly intercepted his advance, gently but firmly refusing his touch. Her voice carried a subtle yet commanding tone, leaving no room for doubt. “No touching,” his mother whispered as she continued to pull on and down the skin of his cock under the blanket, speeding up and slowing down now and then.
“Oh, mom”. No wonder he was already close. “You are so good at this”
“Don’t talk”, she commanded.
He gazed deeply into her eyes, losing himself in their verdant depths. As he looked upon her, he felt an overwhelming wave of love that washed over him, leaving him breathless. She was simply breathtaking, with her long, silky black hair fanned out on the pillow and a soft, gentle smile playing across her lips. Her eyes were a vivid green, sparkling with an inner light. He noticed the slight crinkles at the corners of her eyes, testament to the passing of time. But to him, they only added to her beauty, a reminder of the years they had spent together and the love they had shared.
He wrapped his arms around the sheets to contain his emotions. In that sacred moment, their souls intertwined, forever bonded by the eternal and unbreakable thread of a mother’s love. He could no longer contain the love he felt inside and the words tumbled out of his mouth, “I love you, Mom”.
She stay silent but he could feel her hard hot breathing, the look of passion in her eyes. He felt the familiar rush of ecstasy building deep within him. His pulse quickened as he savored the sweet agony of anticipation. His senses were on fire, the scent of her skin, the softness of her touch, and the sound of her breath were driving him crazy.
Her hand continued to stroke his quivering flesh, a rhythmic motion that matched the intensity building within him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he succumbed to the mounting pleasure. He felt himself approaching the edge, his breathing became ragged, the sensations overwhelming his mind and body. He closed his eyes, letting himself be consumed by the shroud of pleasure that washed over him, leaving him breathless and blissful. Every muscle in his body contracted.
“I’m cumming, mom” And then, at long last, his climax arrived. He felt himself reaching the peak, and with a cry of pure ecstasy, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. “Oh-h-h-h-h, mom.” His balls tighented and his cock shuddered under her hand. In that enchanting moment, he looked exactly at her, captivated by the graceful curve of her breasts and the exquisite contours of her face. Without a backward glance, he grabbed her breasts through her nightie, feeling soft skin and hardened nipples. And she let him.
An electrifying surge of pleasure coursed through his veins, sending shivers of ecstasy down his spine. Every nerve in his body ignited with a fiery intensity, as if a dormant volcano had erupted within him. With each breath, his lungs filled with a delicious intoxication.
His body convulsed, sending waves of hot, sticky fluid spilling out of him. A torrent of ecstasy surged through his canals. Splurt after splurt, wave after wave, his essence surged forth, all his male seed began to flood the bedspread and the sheets, empyting his balls. She could feel the warmth of his seed between her fingers, sticky and wet, as she continued to stroke him through the aftershocks. The heady scent of sex filled the air, she watched him as he gasped for breath, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.
With a gentle motion, she reached for a nearby towel, ready to offer him comfort and care in the aftermath. She watched him intently, her eyes tracing the contours of his body as he gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling in sync with the remnants of pleasure coursing through him. He attempted to find his voice amidst the labored breaths, wanting to express his overwhelming emotions in the aftermath.
“That was…”, he tried to speak, still catching his breath. “Rest now,” she whispered. “No need for words. Just sleep”
A sense of serenity washed over him, and he murmured softly. “Thank you, mother.” With those words, he surrendered to slumber.
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