Incest with my real Mom(Scene 1- 10) Full Complete.

[ashuezy2]

Scene 4

We finally pulled into the parking. My erection was still a painful, desperate presence against my zipper, fueled by every word Mommy had said. I didn't know how I was going to move once I got out of the car.
"Aman," she said softly, turning off the ignition. She looked at me, and her eyes held that deep, knowing heat again. "Come to my room. We need to finish our conversation."
I agreed instantly. I was finding the humiliation and the burning tension too enjoyable to stop now. It felt like I was riding a dangerous, forbidden wave.
We walked into the house, and I followed her straight down the hall. Once we reached her room, she went straight inside. I hesitated for only a second before following. She immediately closed the door behind me, the click of the latch sounding loud and final. We were completely alone.
She turned to me, her expression a mix of gentle command and pure mischief. "Now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Pull your pants down, beta."
I did what I was told without a single thought. No hesitation. My hands went to my waist, and I unbuttoned and zipped down, letting my jeans fall to the floor. My thick, fully hard 6.5-inch penis sprang out, standing straight up and proud, glistening slightly. It was the result of everything she had said in the car.
She looked down at it. This time, she didn't burst into uncontrollable laughter. She held back her giggle, only letting a delighted little sigh escape her lips.
"Aww," she whispered, bending closer to examine it. "It's so cute! Just a tiny little thing, but so hard for Mommy."
Then, she reached up and, with one fluid motion, pulled her cotton kurta over her head. She tossed the shirt onto the bed. Beneath it, she wore a bra that looked ridiculously small—a delicate piece of fabric clinging onto dear life, barely trying to cover the massive, beautiful curve of her wonderful D-cup breasts. The skin around the edges of the lace was pale and inviting.
I couldn't move. I could only stare at her chest, my breath catching in my throat.
Then, before I could even process the image of her glorious, milky body, she dropped to her knees right in front of me. She didn't look shy or ashamed; she looked like a Goddess bowing to her chosen devotee.
Her eyes lifted to mine, shining with challenge and lust. She reached out, her fingers warm and soft as they wrapped around the base of my hard, small cock.
And then she started to blow me.
I was so completely caught off guard. It was a massive, thrilling shock. But the moment was so perfect, so intense, fueled by her teasing and my shame, that I didn't want to say anything. Not a sound. I just closed my eyes, leaning back against the closed door, giving myself fully to the beautiful, forbidden feeling of my Mother’s mouth surrounding me.