I Can't Help It

As I laid there in bed, my mind consumed by illicit desires, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. The image of my son in those alluring panties, his body taunting me with its youthful allure, was too much to bear. My cock throbbed with anticipation, demanding release from its torment.

I made my way back downstairs, silently slipping into my son's room once more. The air was thick with the scent of forbidden desires as I gazed upon the sight before me. He was still wearing those black panties, the fabric clinging to his curves, outlining his growing arousal.

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was filled with an electric tension, an unspoken agreement between two souls consumed by their darkest cravings.

"Son," I whispered, my voice laced with desire, "I can't resist any longer. I want to taste you, to feel the heat of your body against mine."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and longing. "Dad, I've been waiting for this moment. I want you too. I want to explore the depths of our desires together."

Without further hesitation, I closed the distance between us, my hands trembling as they caressed his smooth, firm thighs. His breath hitched as my fingers grazed the fabric of his panties, tracing the outline of his hardened cock.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his earlobe, and whispered, "You have no idea how long I've fantasized about tasting you, about taking you in every way imaginable."

His response was a moan of pleasure, a signal that he was ready to surrender to our forbidden desires. I kissed him deeply, our tongues dancing in a passionate symphony of lust. Our bodies pressed against each other, the friction between us igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

Eagerly, I dropped to my knees, my mouth hovering just inches away from his straining erection. The scent of his arousal filled my senses, intoxicating me with its heady allure. With a hunger that could not be quelled, I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his throbbing length.

He gasped and moaned, his hands gripping my hair as I skillfully pleasured him. The taste of his precum coated my tongue, a delicious nectar that only fueled my desire. I relished in the power exchange, reveling in the knowledge that I was bringing him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

As I continued to suck and tease him, my own desires grew insatiable. I yearned to feel him inside me, to surrender myself completely to his dominant touch. With a hunger that matched my own, he pulled me to my feet, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Turn around, Dad," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want to take you, to claim you as my own."

I obeyed without hesitation, presenting myself to him, fully exposed and ****. I felt the cool air against my heated skin as he positioned himself behind me, his hands exploring the curves of my ass. The anticipation was palpable, a symphony of lust and forbidden ecstasy.

With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me, the sensation of his cock stretching me open sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Each movement was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the boundaries of our taboo desires pushed to their limits.

We moved together in perfect synchrony, lost in a sea of carnal bliss. Pleasure cascaded through our bodies like a wildfire, consuming us in its relentless embrace. Moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding in a symphony of forbidden passion.