A few months ago when Arielle bought a Nintendo Switch as birthday gift for her son Claud she wasn't expecting him to react like he did. She knew he was going to be happy but she would never have guessed that he'd just leap into her arms and passionately kiss her on the lips. She was glad that her son was happy and appreciative but at the same time, his unusual method of thanking her made her wonder a little bit.
For the next couple of weeks Claud would use any excuse to kiss his mother, and he would do it affectionately and demandingly. He'd kiss her to thank her for cooking dinner, or giving him a ride to school, or sometimes even for being a good mom in general. Arielle would tell herself that this was just his way of giving her some well-deserved appreciation; that she was lucky that her son unlike most other boys was acknowledging her hard work as a mother. But deep inside, she did feel that it was more than that and what followed next confirmed that feeling.
After a while the kisses evolved and became more elaborate; Claud would hold his mother tightly in his arms and run his hands along her body. He would occasionally caress her butt cheeks or breasts, or break away from her lips only to shower her face, neck, shoulders, arms and hands with more kisses. Arielle would get caught up in the moment and feel powerless to resist, not even when one day he unhooked her bra to reveal her bare breasts and started sucking on them like back when he was a baby. After her bra, came off her panties and it wasn't long before Arielle was lying on her back with her own son between her legs, trying his best to find a way back into her body.
Claud made love to his mother gently but firmly, and he never stopped massaging and kissing various parts of her body while he was doing it. Having all her logic and reason switched off, Arielle let the instinct take over her as she wrapped her legs around her son's waist and pressed his face against her breasts. That turned out to be too much for the boy to handle; his rhythm got faster and it wasn't long before he forcefully pressed his hips against hers and unloaded deep inside her.
Surprisingly, Arielle was feeling no shame or guilt after letting her son have his way with her. To her eyes, what they did just felt just right so she decided to make a habit of it. Neither her nor the boy cared about the norms of the society any longer and neither did mother nature; a young boy could only fill up a fertile woman with his seed for so many times before getting her pregnant, and her being his mother was irrelevant to the point.
Now with Arielle being halfway into her pregnancy, Claud was getting crazy with enthusiasm. He would constantly kiss his mother's evergrowing baby bump and keep talking about how excited he was for becoming a father to his own little brother or sister. He was especially happy every time he could feel the baby kick; he would put his face against Arielle's round pregnant belly and tell the baby to hurry it up so they could play games together. And more often than not, him kissing the belly and feeling the baby move would end up with Arielle on her back and Claud holding her by the belly as he was pounding her and watching her tits jiggle and splatter milk all over the place.
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