Even More

The room was cloaked in darkness, tension hung heavy in the air as my father and I faced each other. His eyes betrayed a mix of discomfort, ****, and resignation. I reveled in the power I held over him.

With a wicked glimmer in my eyes, I closed the distance between us, invading his personal space. "Mom," I purred, my voice dripping with dominance and desire, "you know what I want, don't you?"

He swallowed hard, his voice a mere whisper. "Yes," he admitted, his words laced with shame. "But this is so wrong, my son. We shouldn't be doing this."

A sly smile played on my lips as I reached out, tracing a finger along his jawline. "Wrong or not, Mom," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence, "we both know we want this. We've tasted the forbidden fruit, and now we can't deny our desires any longer."

He looked at me, a mix of apprehension and longing in his eyes. "What if someone finds out?" he asked, worry etched across his face.

I leaned in, my lips grazing against his ear as I whispered, "That's the thrill of it, Mom. The secret, the taboo nature of our encounter. It's what makes it so exhilarating."

He hesitated, his inner conflict palpable. But the weight of my words and the undeniable desire that simmered within him were too much to resist. With a blend of resignation and arousal, he finally nodded.

With a smirk, I took his hand and led him towards the bed. "Undress, Mom," I commanded, my voice firm and seductive. "Let go of your inhibitions and surrender to our darkest desires."

He complied, slowly removing his clothing, his gaze never leaving mine. As he stood before me, exposed and ****, I couldn't help but admire his feminine features, the curves and softness accentuated by the dim light.

I approached, my hands caressing his skin, tracing every contour. "You're beautiful, Mom," I whispered, my voice a blend of desire and control. "Now, lie down and let me show you the pleasure that awaits."

He positioned himself on the bed, his eyes a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. I straddled his hips, leaning down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, a fusion of lust and longing filling the room.

Breaking the kiss, I gazed into his eyes, my voice low and seductive. "I'm going to take you to heights of pleasure you've never imagined, Mom," I murmured. "Are you ready to surrender completely?"

He hesitated, his voice filled with desire and doubt. "Yes," he finally whispered, his admission laced with vulnerability. "Take me, my son. Make me yours."

With his permission, I positioned myself between his legs, my throbbing cock poised at his entrance. Slowly, I pushed forward, his body yielding to my every movement. He winced, a mix of pain and discomfort crossing his face as I gradually filled him.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, as I began to move, my thrusts growing faster and more forceful with each passing moment. "Does it feel good, Mom?" I asked, my voice seeping with dominance and desire. "Do you want more?"

He moaned, his voice a mixture of surrender and resignation. "Yes, my son," he replied, the words tinged with desire. "Give me everything you've got. Make me yours."