I sat up from the couch with a sigh. They’ve all the big streaming services, and yet there’s never anything to watch.

“We should go out for dinner tonight.” I told to my mother, as I clicks off the television. “Somewhere nice.”

“Did you have a specific ‘somewhere’ in mind?" Diya(mother) replied, not looking up from her iPad.

“I was thinking that new seafood place, on the harbour.”

You raises an eyebrow. “A bit expensive, don’t you think?”

“Nah, come on mum. It’ll be special! My treat.”

“Well, that’s a first. How could I say no?”

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“I don’t know sweetie, this feels… a little much.”

You tugs at them hem of your little black dress. And it truly is little, in every sense of the word. It’s tight around your chest, while doing next to nothing to hide your ample bust, and the hem hardly goes past your upper thigh.

“Aww, don’t be ridiculous mum, you look great. No one will be able to take their eyes off you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. I want to eat, not be eye candy.”

“Come off it mum, you look stunning. Let’s go, we’re late as it is.

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“Cheers!”

“Cheers”

We tap glasses, sharing our second bottle of wine of the night. The conversation started normally: you asked about how University is going, I dodged giving a real answer. You're worried about how expensive this place is, I joked ordering the lobster. But as the wine flowed, so did the conversation.

“Noooo”

“Come on mum, I insist.”

“Okay okay fine” you relented, your face red either from embarrassment or the wine. You paused for a moment, biting your lip before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“The-back-of-your-dad’s-car.”

“Really?!”

“Yep. We were broke 18 year olds, do you expect us to get a room?” you're definitely blushing now.

“I guess, but I didn’t expect my mum to get fucked in the back of an old ford.”

“Ishu! Language!” you hissed, doing your best to suppress a giggle.

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Back in your bedroom, the hum of the night is broken by the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

“Ohhhh…oh fuck….oh fuck!” you panted, gripping your bedsheets for dear life as your body is rhythmically rocked back and forth along the bed. Your little black dress is pooled at your waist, leaving your motherly tits free to sway with the motion of your body. Your underwear dangles from your ankle, which itself sways high in the air. The man at the end of your bed throws your legs onto his shoulders, taking full advantage of the easy access to sex. You can’t believe this is happening.

But I can

“Fuck yes mum, you’re so wet for me. You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

You doesn’t reply, still trying to process how she got here. She doesn’t believe this is happening. She can’t.

“That’s it, take it mum. Take it!”

And talk it was about all she could do, gripping the sheets for dear life as her son drove into her. You could feel me rapidly coming to a climax, and I don’t seem in the mood to pull out.

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Looking more to talk through small scenes as how we reached this stange and all such small details than do a full blow by blow roleplay

My kinks included: incest, rough sex, impregnation, breast play, public sex

Limits include: excessive violence, underage, etc.

I like buildup slowly and like to include every small details to the play.