Carina couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own son, Anton, sitting in the living room with his pants around his ankles, hand wrapped around his erect penis. She had stumbled upon him completely by accident, and now found herself standing in the hallway, frozen in shock.
She knew she should look away, give him some privacy. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. She felt a strange sensation between her legs, a warmth spreading through her body. She couldn't deny the fact that she was turned on.
Carina took a deep breath and pushed the door open slightly, just enough to get a better view. Anton didn't notice her at first, lost in his own world of pleasure. She watched as he moved his hand up and down, his breath quickening.
She felt a twinge of guilt for spying on him, but she couldn't help herself. She was curious, intrigued. She had never seen a man naked before, let alone her own son.
As she continued to watch, she felt her own arousal growing. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was a mother, for goodness sake. She shouldn't be feeling this way.
But she couldn't deny it any longer. She made the decision to enter the room, regardless of the situation. She pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside.
Anton quickly pulled up his pants, embarrassed. "Mom, what are you doing here?" he stammered, unable to meet her gaze.
Carina calmly walked over to him and sat down in the chair across from him. "I think you know what I'm doing here, Anton," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Anton blushed deeply, his eyes fixed on the ground. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean for you to see that."
Carina chuckled. "It's okay, Anton. I'm not mad. In fact, I think I can help you out."
Anton's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?"
Carina leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. "I mean, I can help you release that tension you've got built up. I know a thing or two about the male and female anatomy, and how the body works."
Anton's blush deepened, if that was even possible. "I don't know, Mom. I'm not sure that's a good idea."
Carina raised an eyebrow. "Why not? Are you afraid you won't be able to perform?"
Anton snorted. "Hardly. I just don't think it's appropriate, that's all."
Carina shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I'm offering, and I don't make offers like this very often."
She noticed the growing bulge in Anton's pants and smiled. "I see you're still interested. Why don't you sit back down and let me take care of that for you?"
Anton hesitated for a moment, then did as he was told. Carina sat down in the chair next to him and began to rub his thighs. She could feel his arousal growing with each passing second.
She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "You have a beautiful cock, Anton. I can't wait to see it in all its glory."
With that, she pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his erect penis. She couldn't believe how big it was. She had never seen one so large before.
She began to pleasure him orally, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Anton moaned in pleasure, his hands tangled in her hair.
Carina took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.
She pulled back and looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face. "Cum for me, Anton. I want to taste you."
With that, Anton let go, his orgasm rushing through him like a tidal wave. Carina swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of her son's pleasure.
As they both came down from their high, Carina looked over at Anton and winked. "I told you I could help you out."
Anton blushed and looked away, still unable to meet her gaze. But Carina could see the twinkle in his eye, the hint of a smile on his lips.
She knew she had done something wrong, something taboo. But she couldn't deny the fact that she had enjoyed it. And she couldn't wait to do it again.
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