A woman straddled his legs as she bent towards his manhood. His manhood stood at an impressive length and was thick enough to make any woman scream with pleasure. The bulging veins showed the vigour. And the woman’s hand caught hold of his manhood as she ran her hands up and down. Her blonde hair, now streaked with the faintest traces of silver, fell in waves around her shoulders as she ministered to her supposed son in a manner no mother should. Her lips, still full and inviting despite the passage of years, were currently occupied with a most inappropriate task.
"Boy, you’re going to get beaten," she whispered, pulling away briefly, her blue eyes darting toward the door even though she knew Garrick would be gone for hours.
There was fear in her voice, but the hunger in her gaze overshadowed it as she looked up at Jaenor.
Jaenor, his dark hair tousled from sleep and other activities, rely smiled with all the arrogance of youth. He reached down to stroke Rosa’s cheek with surprising tenderness, considering the circumstances.
"Don’t worry, my darling mother," he murmured, his voice deeper than one might expect from his youthful appearance.
"He’s gone to the fields. We have hours yet."
The relationship between them was more than a loving mother and son, and from childhood, he had been close to her, sharing everything with her. After reaching 18, he confessed his love for her and that he wanted her. Rosaine, the loving mother that she was, gave in to his desires as she couldn’t deny her attraction to her son. He was more handso than any lad in the village, and his physique and everything about him made it hard to resist his charms.
Right after his eighteenth birthday, they had beco one. She gave in easily; perhaps it was simply the loneliness of a woman who had spent too many nights with a husband grown distant over the years.
Whatever the reason, what had started as a forbidden glance had evolved into a dangerous secret, one that would destroy their family and their standing in the village if discovered.
Garrick was well-respected in Frostvale, known for his honest dealings and hard work. The revelation of his wife’s betrayal—and with their son, no less—would be a scandal unlike any the small village had ever known.
Yet, despite the risk, or perhaps because of it, neither Jaenor nor Rosa seed capable of ending their illicit arrangent. They were bound together by sothing darker than love and more compelling than lust—a shared secret that gave them power over each other and a thrill that ordinary relationships could never provide.
"You are so insatiable, sonny," Rosa said as she worked his length. She brought her mouth, her tongue rolling over the hardness, making Jaenor groan.
She licked the bulbous head and looked at him while her hands jerked, "I am still sore from last night."
Her blouse had been dropped to her waist level, and her long green skirt had crunched beneath her legs. She moved to calm his morning wood. Rosa could only chuckle as she looked at Jaenor, who was lying with his hands under his head, gazing at her.
"What to do, mother, if such a devastating beauty like you is present before my eyes? How can I control myself?" Jaenor said with a smirk.
Rosa put his whole mushroom-like head into her mouth and began to move her tongue in slow circles around it, causing Jaenor to let out a low groan of pleasure. She could feel his hands grip the sheets tightly as she continued, knowing she had complete control over him at that mont.
Her hands cupped his balls while her hands massaged along the length of the shaft, feeling him grow harder with each touch. Jaenor’s breath quickened as Rosa’s movents beca more intense, driving him to the edge of ecstasy. As he reached the peak of pleasure, Jaenor’s body tensed and he let out a guttural moan, unable to contain himself any longer. Rosa pulled back with a satisfied smile, knowing she had indeed proven her control over him in that mont.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rosa whispered, "Who’s in control now?" Jaenor could only moan in response, completely under her spell.
Rosa licked all his juices and cleaned herself with her gown; she then cleaned his manhood and got up.
"Now get up and go have a bath," she said.
Jaenor caught her hand, pulled her onto his chest and kissed her. Rosa laughed and pushed him away gently, "Not until you’ve had a bath," she teased. Jaenor chuckled and finally got up, feeling completely satisfied and eager to please her.
"And I have work to do, dear," she said as she walked away with a sly smile, leaving Jaenor longing for more of her mischievous ways.
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