Forbidden Family Cravings

I have to admit it; I'm consumed by this taboo attraction to my own mother, a desire that's twisted and raw, pulling at me every damn day. The fantasy of taking her in public, where everyone can see we're mother and son, sets my blood on fire. Picture it: I'm pounding into her hard, her eyes locked on mine, filled with that hungry need as she screams out filthy words, 'Oh yes, my son, keep fucking me, fill me with your hot cum.' Her tight pussy grips my cock like a vice, squeezing and milking every thrust until I'm lost in the sensation, the heat building to an explosive peak. The thought of her gasping hysterically, right on the edge before she faints from the sheer ecstasy, makes my heart race and my body ache with dominance. And when I finally release, flooding every inch of her, it's not just physical; it's this overwhelming wave of pride and incomparable happiness, like I've claimed something utterly mine. I know it's wrong, but in those moments, it's pure, unfiltered bliss, a messy cocktail of lust and emotion that I can't escape. The risk, the exposure, the way her voice breaks with need – it's all I crave, and it leaves me breathless, wanting more.