The evening air hung thick and lazy, the kind of humid stillness that clung to everything, mirroring the stagnant feeling in Sarah’s marriage. She was sprawled on the living room couch, the soft glow of her phone illuminating lines etched by time and worry around her eyes. Beside her, a half-empty glass of wine sat precariously on the edge of the coffee table, a testament to her restless mood. Her husband, Mark, was out of town on a business trip, a frequent occurrence that increasingly felt like an emotional absence at home too. Tonight, Sarah decided, was the night she’d try to inject some spark back into their relationship, even from afar.
With a sigh that ruffled the loose strands of hair escaping her messy bun, she began to type. The message was carefully crafted, a blend of playful flirtation and raw desire. She wanted to remind Mark of the passion they once shared, a passion that seemed to have dulled under the weight of routine and responsibility. Then, she selected a picture from her camera roll. It was a selfie, taken moments ago in the dim bathroom light. It wasn’t overtly explicit, but it was suggestive, teasing, designed to ignite his imagination. Her thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button, a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. She glanced at her recent contacts, her eyes skimming past familiar names: ‘Mark,’ ‘Emily (Sister),’ ‘Dr. Lee,’ ‘Chris (Son).’ In her wine-induced haze and preoccupied state, her thumb slipped, landing on ‘Chris’ just below ‘Mark.’ Before she could register the slippage, the message and the picture were gone, hurtling through the digital ether.
A moment of blissful ignorance followed. Sarah leaned back against the cushions, a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips. She pictured Mark receiving the message, imagined his surprise and perhaps a little thrill. She closed her eyes, lost in her romantic reverie until a jarring vibration from her phone snapped her back to reality.
It was a text from Chris. Just a single word: “Mom?”
Sarah frowned, confusion wrinkling her forehead. Why was Chris texting her back so quickly? Mark had been texting just yesterday about flight delays, maybe Chris was just mimicking the phone’s notification sound? She unlocked her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Chris’s name above the message. A wave of cold dread washed over her. Her eyes darted to the sent messages. There it was, confirming her worst fear. The suggestive image, the flirtatious message – all directed to her twenty-year-old son.
Panic clawed at her throat. She frantically typed, “Chris, I am so, so sorry. That was meant for your father. Please delete it. Don’t open it, if you haven’t already. Just delete it, please.” Her fingers trembled as she hit send, a desperate prayer forming in her mind.
Another vibration. Chris’s reply was just a simple, wide-eyed emoji: 😳.
Sarah’s stomach plummeted. He’d seen it. He’d definitely seen it. She wanted to crawl under the couch and disappear. This was mortifying, an epic parental fail of catastrophic proportions. She braced herself for a horrified or disgusted response, maybe even a cutting remark.
Instead, another message popped up. “Wow, mom. Didn’t know you had it in you 😉.”
Sarah’s brain short-circuited. This couldn’t be real. Was Chris… flirting? Surely not. Maybe he was trying to lighten the incredibly awkward situation with humor? But the winking emoji…it felt undeniably suggestive.
She typed back, her fingers still shaking, “Chris, this isn’t funny. I made a mistake. Please just forget about it.”
His next reply was even more perplexing. “Forget about what, mom? Just seeing my awesome mom being… adventurous? 😜”
The double-winking emoji sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine, but not entirely of revulsion. An uncomfortable, unfamiliar heat started to bloom in her cheeks. Was this really happening? Could her son actually be… turned on? It was grotesque, unthinkable, and yet… there was a bizarre, undeniable energy crackling in this exchange.
Thinking he was playing along, albeit in a terribly misguided way, Sarah decided to play it off, hoping to steer the conversation away from the precipice of disaster. “Chris, seriously. I’m embarrassed. End of discussion.”
But Chris was persistent. “Come on, mom. No need to be embarrassed. It was… hot. 🔥”
Sarah’s breath hitched. Hot? He actually said ‘hot’? A part of her, a deeply buried, neglected part, registered the unexpected compliment, even in its horrifyingly inappropriate context. She told herself it was just shock, pure and simple. She was in shock that her son was saying these things to her.
“Chris, stop. This is inappropriate. I’m going to bed.” She typed, intending to shut this down immediately.
But the messages kept coming, each one pushing the boundaries further. “Inappropriate? Why? Just having a little fun. Unless… you didn’t want to have fun, mom?” followed by a 🤔 emoji.
Sarah hesitated. Fun? This was the furthest thing from fun. Yet, there was a strange pull, a morbid curiosity drawing her into this bizarre digital dance with her son. She told herself she was just trying to understand his strange reaction, to navigate this incredibly awkward situation. But a part of her, a shameful, hidden part, was also… intrigued.
She typed, hesitantly, “Fun for who, Chris?”
His reply was instantaneous. “Fun for me, for sure. And maybe… for you too, mom? Was that picture just for dad, or were you feeling yourself a little?” followed by a 😏 emoji.
The audacity of his question took her breath away. Feeling herself? The truth was, in her marriage, feeling herself was a rare, almost forgotten sensation. The image was meant to reignite something with Mark, but in the act of taking it, there had been a flicker of self-recognition, a brief reawakening of her own sensuality.
Unwittingly, drawn into this surreal and disturbing exchange, Sarah found herself responding more honestly than she intended. “It was… I don’t know. Things have been… dull lately, you know? With your dad.”
“Dull?” Chris replied. “How so, mom?” He was carefully playing the innocent, curious son, but the undercurrent of something else, something darker, was unmistakable.
Sarah, in her flustered and wine-affected state, found herself confessing things she hadn’t planned to, not even to herself. “Sex has been… routine. Predictable. Like we’re just going through the motions. I wanted to… spice things up.” She cringed as she typed the words, horrified by the intimacy she was sharing, even though she still believed she was talking to a twisted version of her husband.
“Spice things up how, mom?” Chris pressed, the emojis now replaced with direct, probing questions. The innocent curiosity was a thin veil over something far more unsettling.
“Like… surprise him. Remind him… of me,” Sarah typed, her fingers moving faster now, caught in the momentum of this bizarre confession. “The picture… it was supposed to be a reminder.”
“A reminder of what, mom?” Chris was like a fisherman, slowly reeling in his unwitting catch.
Sarah hesitated, then typed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Of… of what we used to be. When things were… passionate. Before work and kids and everything else took over. Before we just became… roommates.”
“Roommates?” Chris echoed. “That’s sad, mom. You deserve more than that.” He followed it with a sympathetic emoji, but the words themselves felt like a violation, an intrusion into the most private corners of her life.
Yet, she continued. “I know. That’s why… that’s why I sent the picture. To remind him… and maybe myself… that I’m still… desirable.” The word tasted bitter and pathetic on her mental tongue.
“Desirable?” Chris typed back, and this time, there was no emoji. Just the word, hanging there, heavy with implication. “You are more than desirable, Mom. You are… amazing. Jeez, I would say… MILF, and very bangable.”
When she looked at his text, ‘bangable’ she felt a slight tingle in her neglected old gash and became wet. unknowingly her hand was between her legs gently rubbing. She knew it was wrong but she wanted to see if her son had the balls to carry this on. She started typing.
She typed out the message, “Oh is that so, you only saw my tits and now I am a MILF who apparently is bangable.”
The tremor in her thighs intensified, a shameful heat pooling low in her belly. Her message hung in the digital void, a bait cast into dangerous waters. She watched the three dots indicating he was typing appear and disappear, the anticipation a sickening mix of dread and something disturbingly akin to excitement.
Then his reply flashed on the screen: “Tits were a great start, Mom, no lie. But it’s the whole package. The way you looked in that light, kinda messy hair, that knowing look in your eyes… Yeah, MILF. Definitely bangable. And if I’m being honest, way hotter than anything I’ve seen and Dad is one lucky guy. Do you want me to send you a picture of what the picture of you did to me? I can send a dick.”
“No, Chris, I don’t wanna see your dick, omg,” she typed, her fingers hesitating over the screen. But deep down she was curious if he was bigger than his dads. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She hit send, waiting for his response. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, her palms slick with sweat. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself.
Chris’s reply was almost immediate. “Okay, Mom. But just so you know, I don’t take after dad, down there if you get me.”
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she should stop this, but she couldn’t help herself. She was curious, wanting to see what her son looked like now. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it.
“Okay,” she typed, her fingers trembling. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
A moment of agonizing silence stretched on, punctuated only by the frantic thump of her heart. Then, another vibration. Her screen lit up with a new message from Chris, but this time, it wasn’t text. It was a picture.
Her breath hitched. She almost didn’t want to open it, fear warring with an undeniable, morbid pull. Hesitantly, she tapped on the notification.
The image filled her screen. It wasn’t just a crude dick pic, as she had half-expected. It was… artful. Taken from a slightly lower angle, the light catches the veins and the head in sharp relief against a blurred background. It was clearly erect, thick, and undeniably… young. And yes, as he’d hinted, it looked significantly larger than Mark’s. Looks like close to 10 or 11 inches it was huge.
Sarah stared at the image, a strange mix of revulsion and fascination swirling within her. It was undeniably impressive, undeniably her son’s, and undeniably… arousing. She quickly locked her phone screen, as if shutting out the image could somehow erase it from her mind, but the imprint was burned onto the back of her eyelids. Her breath was shallow, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
Guilt washed over her in a tidal wave. What had she done? What had she unleashed? This was beyond inappropriate, it was… wrong. Deeply, fundamentally wrong. She should shut this down, immediately. Tell him this was a mistake, that she was horrified, that he needed to forget it ever happened.
But… the heat between her legs persisted, a throbbing reminder of her own neglected desires, and the unexpected jolt of attraction she had felt towards the image. It was disgusting, she told herself, monstrous. And yet… a tiny, rebellious part of her whispered, he’s right, it is big… and young.
She unlocked her phone again, hesitant to return to the text thread, like approaching a dangerous animal. Chris hadn’t sent another message yet, giving her a moment to collect herself, to decide what to do. She should delete the picture. Yes, that was the first thing. Delete it and pretend it never happened.
But her thumb hovered over the image preview in the message thread, drawn back in. She tapped to open it again, her eyes tracing the lines, the textures, the blatant virility of it. It was younger, firmer, and more… alive than Mark’s. A shameful thrill pulsed through her. Her knickers feel very damp.
Sarah’s heart raced as she stared at the image of Chris’s massive, throbbing cock. She knew she should delete it, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The size, the veins, the way it pulsed with youthful vigour… it was unlike anything she’d seen in years. A part of her, a dark, forbidden part, yearned to touch it, to feel its heat and hardness.
She bit her lip, her fingers trembling as she typed out a response. “Chris…this is insane. We can’t… I mean, you’re my son. This is wrong.”
Chris’s response was swift, his words dripping with a confidence that made Sarah’s stomach flutter. “Wrong? Maybe. But it feels so right, doesn’t it Mom? I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. Like you’re imagining things you shouldn’t. And now…now I know you are.”
His words hit her like a punch to the gut. Was she that transparent? Had her secret desires been written all over her face? She felt a surge of panic, followed by a shameful heat. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she typed, her fingers fumbling over the keys.
“Come on, Mom. Don’t play dumb,” Chris replied, his tone playful but with an undercurrent of something darker, more primal. “I’ve caught you staring at my crotch more than once. And now I know why. You want it, don’t you? You want your son’s big, hard cock.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she read Chris’s bold, provocative words. The heat between her legs intensified, her neglected pussy throbbing with a need she hadn’t felt in years. She knew she should deny it, and put an end to this twisted conversation, but the temptation was too great.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling as she typed out a response. “You’re imagining things,” she wrote, trying to sound dismissive, but failing miserably. “I’m your mother. I don’t…I wouldn’t…” Her words trailed off, unable to complete the lie.
Chris’s reply came swiftly, his words dripping with a confidence that sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine.”I’m not imagining anything, Mom. I know what I see. And I know what you want. Why else would you send Dad that picture? You were fishing for attention, and you caught more than you bargained for.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she read Chris’s message. He was right, in a way. She had been seeking attention, trying to reignite the spark in her marriage. But this…this was something else entirely. Something dark, forbidden, and utterly terrifying.
“And even if I did want it,” she typed, her fingers shaking as she formed the words, “it’s not like I could actually have it. You’re my son. It’s impossible.”
Chris’s response was immediate, his words sending a jolt of electricity through Sarah’s body.”Impossible? Or just forbidden? There’s a difference, Mom. I can come into your room right now and bang that sweaty wet box of yours for free.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she read Chris’s provocative message. The idea of him barging into her room and taking her, right there and then, sent a surge of forbidden excitement through her body. She knew it was wrong, utterly taboo, but the thought of his young, virile body on top of hers, his massive cock plunging into her neglected pussy, was too tantalizing to ignore.
“No,” she typed, trying to sound firm, but her voice wavered with desire.”You can’t just…come into my room and…and bang me. That’s insane. It’s incest.”
Chris’s response was immediate, his words dripping with a confidence that made Sarah’s stomach flutter.”Incest? Maybe. But it’s also hot as fuck, isn’t it Mom? The thought of your own son fucking you senseless, making you scream and beg for more…” Sarah’s breath hitched as she read his words.
Sarah was so wet she got on the bed she needed to masturbate. Sarah laid back on her bed, her heart racing as she slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her panties. She was soaking wet, her fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. As she touched herself, she couldn’t help but imagine it was Chris’s hand, his fingers probing her depths, teasing her sensitive clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips bucking against her hand as she pleasured herself.
In her mind, she pictured Chris standing at the foot of her bed, his massive cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched her. She imagined him climbing onto the bed, his strong body covering hers, his thick shaft pressing against her entrance. “Mom,” she imagined him whispering in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.”I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’m going to make you forget all about Dad.”
Sarah’s phone buzzed again, pulling her out of her forbidden daydream. She snatched it up, her fingers trembling as she opened Chris’s latest message. “Are you touching yourself right now, Mom? Imagining it’s me fucking you with my big, hard cock? Because I hear moaning coming from your room, I am on my way.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she read Chris’s message, her fingers still buried deep inside her aching pussy. She knew she should stop, should put an end to this madness before it went too far. But the thought of Chris walking in on her, catching her in the act of pleasuring herself to thoughts of him, sent a thrill of excitement through her body. She quickly pulled her hand out of her panties, wiping her sticky fingers on the sheets. She sat up, her chest heaving, her eyes fixed on the door. Part of her hoped he would walk in, hoped he would see her like this, desperate and needy. But another part of her was terrified, knowing that if he did, there would be no turning back. The way she is feeling right now, chances are she would let him fuck her.
Sarah’s eyes widened in shock as Chris walked into her room, his lower half completely naked. His massive, throbbing erection jutted out proudly, the head already glistening with precum. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at him, unable to look away.
“Chris…what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She knew she should cover herself, should hide her nakedness, but she was frozen, paralyzed by the sight of her son’s incredible body. Chris smirked, his eyes raking over her curves hungrily.
“What does it look like, Mom?” he said, his voice low and husky.”I heard you moaning and I knew you were thinking about me. About my cock. So I can turn back around and leave you to it… Or, give you a proper good fucking.” He stepped closer to the bed, his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly.
Sarah’s heart raced as she stared at Chris, her son, standing before her with his massive erection throbbing in his hand. She knew this was wrong, taboo, but the sight of him, so virile and confident, sent a surge of desire through her body. “I…I don’t know,” she stammered, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock.
“We can’t…this is…” But even as she protested, she felt herself spreading her legs wider, inviting him closer. Chris climbed onto the bed, his knees pressing against the inside of her thighs. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers.
“We can,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. “And we will. I’m going to fuck you, Mom. I’m going to make you scream my name.”He kissed her then, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate, demanding kiss as he got between her legs his cock head nestled between her legs and touching her panties.
Sarah’s mind raced as Chris’s lips claimed hers, his kiss hungry and insistent. She knew she should push him away, should tell him to stop, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch. His massive erection pressed against her panty-covered mound, the heat of it searing her skin through the thin fabric. She gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction.
Chris growled against her lips, his hands gripping her hips possessively. He began to grind against her, his thick shaft sliding along her slit, teasing her through her soaked panties. Sarah’s head fell back, a moan escaping her throat as pleasure coursed through her.
“Fuck, Mom,” Chris panted, his lips trailing down her neck. “You’re so fucking wet. I can feel it through your panties. Do you want me to put my dick in you? Tell me.”
“Yes,” she heard herself whisper, her voice barely audible. “God help me, yes. I want you, Chris. I want your cock inside me.”
Chris’s eyes flashed with triumph and lust. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, tossing them aside carelessly. Sarah lifted her hips to help him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was bare now, completely exposed to her son’s gaze.
“Fuck, Mom,” Chris breathed, his eyes roaming over her naked flesh. “You’re gorgeous. Dad doesn’t deserve you.”
Sarah’s breath hitched as Chris’s eyes raked over her naked body, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. She felt a surge of pride and arousal at his words, knowing that she still had it, that she could still turn a man on, even if that man was her own son.
Chris’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them. Sarah’s heart raced as she felt the head of his massive cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. She was so wet, so ready for him, her body aching to be filled.
“Chris,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel your big, hard cock stretching me open.” Chris groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The head of his cock slipped inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.
Chris’s massive shaft slid into Sarah’s tight, wet pussy, stretching her walls deliciously. He groaned at the incredible feeling of her hot, velvety folds gripping him like a vice. “Fuck, Mom,” he panted, his eyes locked on hers.”You’re so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
Sarah gasped as Chris filled her completely, his thick cock hitting depths she hadn’t felt in years. It was overwhelming, intense, and utterly exquisite.”Oh god, Chris,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back. “You’re so big. I can feel every inch of you.”
Chris began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside her, then slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt. Sarah cried out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her.
Chris’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sarah’s body, each one pushing her closer to the edge. “That’s it, Mom,” he growled, his voice husky with lust.”Take my cock. Take every fucking inch of it.”
Sarah could only moan in response, her mind hazy with ecstasy as her son pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for more. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with their harsh panting and moans of pleasure.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice high and breathy. “Fuck me harder, Chris. I need it. I need your big, hard cock to fuck me senseless.” Chris snarled, his grip on her hips tightening as he complied with her request.
Chris’s cock slammed into Sarah’s soaked pussy with a force that made her entire body jolt with each powerful thrust. The headboard banged against the wall in a frantic rhythm, keeping time with the brutal pace Chris had set. Sarah could only cling to him, her body pinned beneath his as he took her with a primal, animalistic hunger.
“Fuck, Mom,” Chris growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe. “Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So tight and wet. Like it was made for me.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through Sarah’s veins, her inner muscles contracting around his shaft.
“Oh god, Chris,” she cried out, her nails raking down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop fucking me.”
Chris’s hips snapped forward, his pelvis grinding against her clit with each deep plunge. The intense friction sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through Sarah’s core, building and building until she thought she might explode.
“Shit, Mom,” Chris panted, his breath hot against her neck. “Your pussy is sucking me in. I can’t hold back much longer. I can normally last long ahh fuck, knowing it’s your pussy I am fucking making it worse.” His words sent a surge of power through Sarah, knowing that she had this effect on him, that she could drive her own son to the brink of ecstasy.
Sarah felt her orgasm building rapidly, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter and tighter with each of Chris’s powerful thrusts. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she teetered on the edge of climax.
“Chris,” she gasped, her voice high and needy. “I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum on your big, hard cock. Ah, fuck, it’s so deep inside me. I’m going to explode!”
Chris’s hips slammed into her, his cock driving into her core with a force that made the bed frame creak. He was grunting now, his face buried in her neck as he chased his own release.”Cum for me, Mom,” he demanded, his voice rough and low.
“Cum on my cock like the dirty slut you are.” Those filthy words were all it took to push Sarah over the edge. He speeded up pounding his mom’s aching MILF slit.
His cock plunged deep inside her, hitting that special spot that made her see stars. She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her in waves of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing his shaft with a force. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he rammed his cock deep inside Sarah’s quivering cunt, burying himself to the hilt. His thick, hot seed burst from his cock, flooding her with wave after wave of his potent cum. Sarah could only whimper, her body shaking and twitching as she felt his essence filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Chris collapsed on top of Sarah, both of their bodies slick with sweat and panting heavily as they came down from their intense high. He rolled to the side, his softening cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. Sarah winced at the sudden emptiness, her well-fucked pussy throbbing in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
“Holy shit, Mom,” Chris panted, his chest heaving. “That was…incredible.”
Sarah could only nod, her mind reeling from what had just transpired. She had never felt anything like that before, so raw, so intense, so utterly taboo. The fact that it was her own son who had brought her such unimaginable pleasure filled her with a sense of shame and guilt, even as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to ripple through her body.
“I can’t believe we just did that, “she whispered, her voice trembling.”
Sarah’s eyes fluttered open, the reality of what had just transpired slowly sinking in. She looked over at Chris, his naked form sprawled beside her, his chest still heaving with exertion. Her gaze drifted down to his softening cock, slick with their combined fluids. A wave of shame washed over her, followed by a surge of desire.
“Chris, we…we can’t do this again,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a lie. The feel of his thick cock stretching her, filling her, was still fresh in her mind, her body.
Chris turned to her, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Can’t do what, Mom?” he asked, his hand trailing down her side, his fingers skimming the curve of her hip.”Can’t fuck me like the desperate slut you are? Can’t beg for my cock like you did just now?”
Sarah’s breath hitched as Chris’s fingers traced along her hip, his touch igniting a fire within her that she thought had been extinguished. She knew she should push him away, should tell him that this was a mistake, that they could never do this again. But the way he was looking at her, with those dark, hungry eyes, made it impossible to form the words.
“I…I don’t know,” she stammered, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch. “This is wrong, Chris. We’re family. We can’t keep doing this.”
Chris’s smile turned predatory, his hand sliding around to grip her ass possessively.”Family?Maybe. But I think we both know that doesn’t matter anymore, Mom. Not after the way you just screamed my name, begging me to fuck you harder.”
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as Chris’s hand gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She knew he was right, that there was no going back from what they had just done. The forbidden fruit had been tasted, and now she craved more.
“Chris,” she whispered, her voice a heady cocktail of shame and longing. “We can’t let this happen again. It’s too risky. If someone found out…”
Chris’s eyes flashed with a dangerous spark, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Ok, well I dare you to tell dad you are going to spend time with your sister Marie and instead we go to a hotel, my treat. Just for tonight.”
Sarah hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest as she weighed the consequences of her actions. She knew that going through with Chris’s plan was a dangerous game, one that could destroy her marriage and her family if it were to come out. But the thought of spending an entire night with her son, exploring the depths of their forbidden desire, was too tempting to resist.
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “Just for tonight. But we have to be careful, Chris. We can’t let anyone find out.” Chris’s face split into a wide, triumphant grin.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of everything. You just pack a bag and meet me at the hotel at midnight.” Sarah nodded, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the night would bring. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat of her forbidden desire was too intoxicating to ignore.