Mother's Demand: Son's Surrender

In the dimly lit room, the son's body tenses as his mother's words hang heavy in the air. "Stop," he pleads, but she's undeterred, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans. "Or what?" she challenges, her voice laced with desire. He swallows hard, his resistance crumbling as she unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing member. She takes it in her hand, stroking it slowly, her eyes locked onto his. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she purrs, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The son's breath hitches, his hips bucking slightly as he gives in to the taboo temptation.

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