As I stood outside her door, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. The hallway was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the cool metal of the doorknob. This was it, the moment of no return. With a deep breath, I turned the knob and stepped inside.

"Mom?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"In here, sweetie," her voice replied from the living room.

I found her lounging on the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes glued to the TV screen. She looked up as I entered, a smile playing on her lips. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just... thought I'd hang out for a bit," I said, trying to sound casual as I sat down next to her.

She shifted slightly, giving me a curious look. "Everything okay at school?"

I nodded, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah, it's fine."

The room fell into an awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the TV. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me. "You sure? You seem a bit... off."

"I'm fine, Mom," I insisted, finally meeting her gaze. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still. The air between us thickened, charged with an unspoken tension.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my cheek. "You know, you can talk to me about anything," she whispered, her voice soft and inviting.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "I know," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

Her hand found mine, her fingers interlacing with my own. "Tell me what's bothering you," she murmured, her eyes searching mine.

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. But as I looked into her eyes, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. "It's you," I confessed, my voice trembling. "I... I can't stop thinking about you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a flicker of something else there—desire, maybe. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I mean... I want you," I said, the words rushing out in a torrent. "I've wanted you for so long, and I can't take it anymore."

She stared at me, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered, her breath hot and intoxicating.

I nodded, my body trembling with need. "Yes," I breathed, my voice barely audible.

She pulled back, her eyes dark with passion. "Then show me," she commanded, her voice thick with desire.

My heart pounding, I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue darting out to meet my own. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring, discovering.

She broke the kiss, her eyes burning with lust. "Take me to your room," she demanded, her voice husky.

Nodding, I took her hand and led her down the hallway, my mind racing with anticipation. This was it, the moment I had dreamed of for so long. And as I closed the door behind us, I knew there was no turning back.

As we entered my room, the air was thick with anticipation. I closed the door behind us, locking it with a soft click, sealing our fate. Mom stood by the bed, her eyes locked on mine, a mix of desire and uncertainty flickering in their depths.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to cup her face. "More than anything," I replied, my voice firm with conviction.

Our lips met again, this time with a desperation that spoke of our long-held desires. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough. I groaned into her mouth, my hands trailing down her back, feeling the curve of her hips.

"You feel so good," I murmured against her lips, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. She shivered under my touch, her hands working at the belt of my jeans.

With each piece of clothing we shed, our bodies grew more urgent, more desperate for contact. Her bra hit the floor, and I feasted my eyes on her breasts, full and inviting. I bent down, my lips closing around a nipple, sucking gently as my hand found her other breast, kneading it softly.

She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "God, yes," she breathed, her hands gripping my hair.

I moved to the bed, laying her down gently, my eyes never leaving hers. I climbed over her, my body aligning with hers, our nakedness a testament to our forbidden desires. I kissed her again, our tongues intertwining, our breaths mingling.

"I want you," I whispered against her ear, my hand sliding down between her legs. She was already wet, her body responding to my touch with a hunger that matched my own.

"Please," she begged, her eyes closed, her head tilting back as I stroked her.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock pressing against her, slick with our combined desire. With one slow, deliberate movement, I entered her, filling her completely. We both gasped at the intensity of the connection, our bodies finally joined in the most intimate of ways.

"You feel amazing," I groaned, beginning to move, each thrust deliberate, each withdrawal slow and teasing.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Harder," she pleaded, her voice raw with need.

I obliged, picking up the pace, our bodies slamming together, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing in the room. Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks that would tell the story of our passion long after tonight.

"Yes, yes," she chanted, her body rising to meet each of my thrusts.

I could feel the tension building within me, the pressure mounting with each movement. Her face contorted with pleasure, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

"Come for me," I urged, my voice thick with desire.

With a cry, she did, her body shuddering beneath me, her release washing over us both. I followed soon after, my own release crashing over me, my body pulsing within hers, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there, tangled together, our hearts pounding, our bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, the quiet aftermath of our shared ecstasy.