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Title: A Steamy Afternoon Affair

Yumi, a 38-year-old housewife, found herself with some unexpected free time one hot summer afternoon. Her husband was at work, and her teenage daughter was out with friends. Bored and restless, Yumi decided to take a nap, hoping to pass the time until her family returned home.

As she drifted off to sleep, the heat of the day and her empty bed made her thoughts drift to the taboo. Yumi’s hand slowly slid down her body to cup her panty-covered mound, feeling the heat radiate from between her thighs. She parted her legs, giving herself better access, and began rubbing slow circles over her clothed sex. The fabric of her panties grew damp as her arousal built, and Yumi let out a soft moan.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Yumi slipped a hand inside her panties to stroke her bare, slick folds. She teased her clit with her fingertips, rolling and pinching the sensitive nub until it throbbed with need. Yumi bit her lip to stifle a moan as she plunged two fingers deep into her aching, empty hole and began pumping them in and out.

Lost in the throes of pleasure, Yumi didn’t hear her 20-year-old son Shoji enter the room. He stopped short when he saw his mother pleasuring herself on the bed. Her legs were parted, and she was bucking her hips to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Shoji felt a surge of blood rush to his cock as he watched the mother he had always desired lose herself in ecstasy.

“Itsa… mother, what are you doing?” Shoji asked, his voice hoarse with lust.

Yumi froze like a deer in headlights at the sound of her son’s voice. She slowly pulled her hand from her panties and sat up, pulling her robe closed to cover her ample bosom. “Shoji, I… I thought you were out with your friends,” she stammered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

“I just got home. I didn’t know you’d be doing… this,” Shoji said, his clothing bulging obscenely at the crotch.

Yumi glanced down and quickly averted her gaze when she saw the evidence of her son’s arousal. “I wasn’t expecting you home,” she said, fighting to control her breathing which had quickened with renewed excitement at the thought of being caught by her own son. “Maybe we should talk about this later. I think we both need some time to process what happened.”

Shoji nodded, unsure of what to do or say next. He was torn between the ingrained taboos of family and the burning need to take his mother and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight for a week.

Yumi stood and walked to the door, her hips swaying as she tried to compose herself. She glanced back over her shoulder at her son. “I have… mmph… some errands to run, Shoji. I’ll be back later,” she said, before leaving the room.

Shoji didn’t move from his spot by the door as he heard his mother drive away. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, and he knew he had to release the tension that had built from watching his mother masturbate. He walked over to her discarded panties and picked them up, bringing them to his nose to inhale the musky scent of her arousal.

With a low groan, Shoji freed his cock from his pants and began stroking it. He imagined his mother’s hand wrapped around him, guiding him inside her tight pussy, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Within minutes, he was spilling his seed onto the rumpled bedspread. The thought of marinating his mother’s bed in his own arousal sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew he had to have her.

When Yumi returned home later that evening, she expected the awkward tension that typically followed a misstep or family spat. Instead, she found Shoji sitting calmly on the couch, waiting for her.

“Hey mom,” he said, standing to greet her with a hug.

Yumi was taken aback by his casual demeanor. “Hello, Shoji. Are we okay?” she asked, wondering if he had forgotten about their earlier encounter.

“Yeah, we’re good. I’ve been thinking though,” he said, walking closer and backing her up against the wall. “I can’t stop thinking about you… and me, together. I need to have you, mom.”

Yumi’s breath caught in her throat as her son’s desire smacked her in the face. In a moment of delirious surrender, she dropped her bag and reached out to undo his fly.

“Fuck, Shoji. I need you too,” Yumi moaned, dropping to her knees and freeing his cock. She took him into her mouth, reveling in the taste and texture of her son’s most intimate body part. Shoji’s groan of pleasure spurred her on, and she bobbed up and down his impressive length, slurping and sucking until he was hard as steel.

Abandoning her mouth, Yumi pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her brakeless breasts and peaked nipples. Shoji wasted no time, exposing her breasts completely. He suckled and bit at the tender flesh and pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Yumi was practically whimpering with desire.

Unable to restrain her son any longer, Yumi began unfastening her pants and pushing them down her legs along with her panties. She stepped out of them and climbed onto the coffee table to present herself to Shoji. He didn’t hesitate to bury his face between her thighs and tongue her dripping sex before plunging two fingers into her tight channel.

Yumi came nearly instantly, her body shaking with pleasure. Before she could come down from her high, Shoji had lined himself up and begun pushing into her welcoming heat. His cock stretched her deliciously, and Yumi took a moment to revel in the feeling of her son filling her completely.

Shoji set a punishing pace, pounding into Yumi and sending her orgasm spiraling back into life. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and met his thrusts with equal force, not caring if they were heard throughout the house.

The taboo of their incestuous coupling only heightened every sensation, and the two didn’t stop until they were thoroughly spent. Shoji pulled out and collapsed beside her on the coffee table, and still panting, Yumi rolled onto her side and snuggled against her son. In that moment, she knew there was no turning back. They would be lovers for years to come.