Taboo, fetish, and kinks..

All her desires and wants she's buried deep down were finally being realized. Her heart was racing, but she wasn't nervous at all.

"Yes sweetie, just like that touch Mommy's breasts.. Cup them just like that baby... Ohhhhh my gosh your hands feel so much better than I could have imagined."

The sexual tension between mother and son had been building for months, a slow simmer of illicit desire just below the surface. In the close quarters of their home, their bodies would brush together, fingers would linger, gazes would smolder. But they never crossed the line, no matter how badly they wanted to. Until now...the bottle of wine slowly started to break down those walls.

"Mom, I can't help it, I just couldn't stop thinking about you... and this." About us."

"I know, sweetie. Mommys thought about this too. More than she should."

She couldn't believe how handsome we was, how sweet, and sexy a man he had become. She felt a sense of pride that the boy she'd raised was the perfect embodiment of the man shew wanted. No. needed.

"Mommy... I need you. In every way."

"Oh sweetie, Mommy needs you too. More than you know."

"I may be a little firm with you sometimes, but it's because Mommy loves you so much," she whispered. "I want to keep you all to myself, my perfect boy."

"Oh Mom....fuck... you have no idea"

"Shhhh sweetie, just enjoy it. Don't you worry... I'm going to take care of all your needs from now on."

"Yess...Yes. Mommy"

"Good boy. Mommy's your slut now baby, you just relax and feel Mommy's hip grind over this big gorgeous cock of yours."

The walls were gone.