As my son's expectant gaze lingers upon me, it's clear that he desires more than just what meets the eye. He must be hiding this from his father... And when those words, "I'll come," echo through the room, they serve as our unspoken invitation to begin. In an instant, my already erect son pounces upon me, his passion undeniable... Despite knowing it's wrong, how can I resist such intense longing? Motherhood demands restraint, but during these stolen moments when we are alone together, all I want is to indulge in our physical connection for as long as possible.