Sarah sighed as she collapsed onto her bed, the familiar ache between her legs growing more and more insistent with each passing day. She reached for her phone and opened a dating app, scrolling through potential matches with a weary eye. It seemed like an impossible task, finding someone who could truly satisfy her needs.
Her mind began to wander, and she found herself thinking about Tom, her high school son who had been growing more and more handsome by the day. She imagined him standing in front of her, his pants around his ankles as he thrust into her. Sarah's hand wandered down to her panties, and she began to touch herself as she thought about Tom's cock.
"Oh, Tom," she moaned softly, her breathing quickening as she brought herself to orgasm. She caught her breath, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she imagined Tom's name on her lips.
Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Sarah quickly pulled up her pants and called out, "Come in!"
Tom entered, looking sheepish, and Sarah couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. She raised an eyebrow, "Well, well, well. Someone's been working out."
Tom blushed, stammering out a response, but Sarah cut him off. "Don't be shy, Tom. I'm your mother, I've seen it all before." She patted the bed next to her, "Have a seat. We need to talk."
Tom hesitated, but eventually sat down next to Sarah. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she knew that she couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
"Tom," she began, her voice low and seductive. "I know that you're a man now, and I think it's time we acknowledge that. I've been thinking about you, and I know that you've been thinking about me too."
Tom's eyes widened, but he didn't deny it. Sarah continued, "I want you, Tom. I want you to take me, to make me yours. I know it's wrong, but I can't help the way I feel."
Tom's blush deepened, but Sarah could see the desire in his eyes. She reached out and took his hand, placing it on her thigh. "It's okay, Tom. I want this. I want you."
Tom didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his lips meeting Sarah's in a passionate kiss. Sarah's hands wandered down to his pants, pulling them down as she straddled him.
"Fuck me, Tom," she whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire. "I'm yours."
Tom didn't hesitate, thrusting into her with a primal need that Sarah had never experienced before. She moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into Tom's back as she rode him harder and harder.
It was wrong, but it felt so right. Sarah knew that she would never be able to go back to the way things were before. She was Tom's, and he was hers. And they would both have to live with the consequences of their actions.
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