"Oh, it's not over yet," I said, my cock already becoming hard again, ready for another round. I pushed my mother onto the bed, her body compliant and eager, ready for the main event. "Time for the main dish," I growled, my eyes roving over her naked body with hunger, ready to take her to new heights of pleasure, to make her scream my name and beg for more.
Shinji, his body still throbbing with desire, positioned himself between Mamako's spread legs, his eyes locked on her glistening pussy. He could see her clit, swollen and begging for attention, her folds wet and inviting. He leaned down, his breath hot on her sensitive flesh, and began to lick her, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns around her clit.
Mamako gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets. "Shinji-kun, yes, right there," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. He continued his assault, his tongue swirling around her clit, his fingers slipping inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot deep within.
He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her body trembling with each lick, each suck. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his other hand reaching up to play with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting more moans from her.
Mamako's body was a mess of sensations, her mind a blur of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter. "Shinji-kun, I'm close, don't stop," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, his other hand pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her juices gushing out, coating Shinji's face, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers.
He continued to lick her, gentling his touch as she rode out her orgasm, his tongue lapping up her juices, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure. Mamako, her body boneless and sated, collapsed back onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her face, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. After giving Mamako some time to rest.
Shinji, his body still pulsing with desire, positioned himself at Mamako's entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop him, her walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper. Mamako moaned, her back arching, her nails digging into his back, urging him deeper.
He started slow, each thrust deliberate, each withdrawal agonizingly slow, drawing out the pleasure, building the tension. Mamako's body responded, her hips meeting his thrusts, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, her body begging for more.
As the pace increased, their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling, their moans filling the room. Shinji could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, each thrust deeper, harder, more intense than the last.
He could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her, his hips moving faster, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.
They lay there, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Shinji, his body still throbbing, his cock still hard, began to move again, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their love a tangible thing, their connection unbreakable.
Mamako, her body boneless and sated, her mind a blur of pleasure, looked up at Shinji, her eyes filled with a deep, all-consuming love and desire. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a raw and primal force that transcended the boundaries of their familial bond. In this moment, she was utterly vulnerable, her heart laid bare, her soul yearning for his with an intensity that left her breathless.
"Shinji-kun," she whispered, her voice a breathy plea that was laced with a mix of desperation and adoration. "Marry me, make me your wife, breed me, give me your children." Each word was a declaration of her taboo love, a testament to the depth of her feelings, a promise of a future entwined with his.
Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her muscles quivering with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. The sensation of his seed inside her, warm and pulsing, was a reminder of their intimate connection, a physical manifestation of their love. She could feel his cock, still hard and throbbing, nestled deep within her, and the thought of it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins.
Mamako's heart was filled with a love so profound that it bordered on obsession. She yearned for him, not just as her son, but as her lover, her partner, her everything. The taboo nature of their relationship only served to intensify her feelings, making them more urgent, more desperate. She wanted to be his, completely and utterly, to belong to him in every way imaginable.
Her body begged for more, her hips involuntarily rolling against his, seeking the friction, the pleasure, the connection that only he could provide. Her soul yearned for his, a deep, aching need that went beyond the physical. She wanted to be his wife, to bear his children, to build a life with him, to be his in every sense of the word.
In this moment, Mamako was not just a mother; she was a woman in love, a woman consumed by her desires, a woman willing to defy societal norms for the sake of her love. She looked up at Shinji, her eyes shining with unshed tears, her heart swelling with emotion.
"Please, Shinji-kun," she begged, her voice a soft, pleading whisper. "Take me as your wife, breed me, give me your children. I want to be yours, completely and utterly. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to be your partner, your lover, your everything. I love you, Shinji-kun. I love you more than words can express, more than I ever thought possible. Please, make me yours forever."
Her words hung in the air, a declaration of her love, a promise of a future, a plea for a lifetime of pleasure and connection. And in Shinji's eyes, she saw her own desires reflected back, a mirror of her love, a testament to their unbreakable bond.
Shinji, his heart swelling with a mix of love and lust, looked down at Mamako, her words echoing in his mind, her plea a testament to the depth of her feelings. He could see the raw, unfiltered desire in her eyes, the desperation in her voice, and it only served to fuel his own passions.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tender kiss, his hands cupping her face. "Mamako," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I accept your feelings, your love, your desire. I want you, just as you want me."
With that, Shinji rolled them over, positioning Mamako on top. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding down his cock, taking him deep inside her. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Shinji reached up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
"Ride me, Mom," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Take what you need from me."
Mamako increased her pace, her body slamming down onto his, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. She leaned forward, her hands pressing against his chest for leverage, her breasts pressing against his face. Shinji took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure. Shinji could feel the pressure building again, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He knew he was close, but he wanted to make sure Mamako came first.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Mamako's body responded, her movements becoming more frantic, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him, drawing him deeper.
"Shinji-kun, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried out, her body convulsing, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji redoubled his efforts, his fingers working her clit, his cock pounding into her, his body slapping against hers.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.
They lay there, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Shinji, his body still throbbing, his cock still hard, began to move again, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their love a tangible thing, their connection unbreakable.
Shinji then pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He flipped Mamako onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, willing pussy. He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her, each thrust deep and intense.
Mamako moaned, her back arching, her hands clutching at the sheets. "Shinji-kun, yes, fuck me, take me, make me yours," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Shinji increased his pace, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Mamako's body responded, her inner muscles clenching around him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her mind a blur of pleasure.
"Shinji-kun, I'm close, don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Shinji redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her, his fingers working her clit, his other hand reaching up to play with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting more moans from her.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Shinji, his body still throbbing, his cock still hard, began to move again, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their love a tangible thing, their connection unbreakable.
Shinji then pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He flipped Mamako onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her, his cock sliding into her wet, willing pussy. He began to move, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense.
Mamako's body responded, her hips meeting his thrusts, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, her body begging for more. Shinji could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, each thrust deeper, harder, more intense than the last.
He could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her, his hips moving faster, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.
They lay there, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Shinji, his body still throbbing, his cock still hard, began to move again, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their love a tangible thing, their connection unbreakable.
Shinji then pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He flipped Mamako onto her side, spooning her from behind. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, willing pussy. He began to move, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense.
Mamako's body responded, her hips meeting his thrusts, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, her body begging for more. Shinji could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, each thrust deeper, harder, more intense than the last.
He could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her, his hips moving faster, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync. Shinji, his body still throbbing, his cock still hard, began to move again, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, their bodies moving in sync, their love a tangible thing, their connection unbreakable.
Shinji then pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He flipped Mamako onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her, his cock sliding into her wet, willing pussy. He began to move, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense.
Mamako's body responded, her hips meeting his thrusts, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, her body begging for more. Shinji could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers, his cock pounding into her, each thrust deeper, harder, more intense than the last.
He could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her, his hips moving faster, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure.
With a final, desperate cry, Mamako came, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around him, her juices gushing out, coating his cock. Shinji, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, filling