Chapter 7
His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, and Jasmine felt her body betraying her, responding to his touch. The guilt was still there, but it was now a distant thunderstorm, overshadowed by the lightning bolts of lust that shot through her. She looked up at him, her resolve wavering.
"But, it's wrong," she whispered. "We can't...we shouldn't..."
Dante leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "Why not?" he whispered, his hand moving to her waist. "You're so beautiful, Mom. I can't help but want to make you feel good."
Jasmine's eyes snapped open, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. Her son was seducing her, and she was letting him. Her hand tightened around his, pulling him closer, unable to resist the allure of his words. She knew it was wrong, that this was a path that could only lead to destruction, but she was powerless against the tide of desire that was rising within her.
"What are we doing?" Jasmine asked, her voice filled with both fear and excitement.
Dante's hand slid up her side, his fingertips grazing the swell of her breast. "Whatever feels right," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Jasmine's body responded before her mind could catch up, arching into his touch. She could feel his cock stirring against her thigh, the same cock that had brought her so much pleasure just hours ago. Her nipples hardened, and she felt wetness pool between her legs.
With a trembling hand, Jasmine reached down and cupped him through his pants. He was already hard again, his cock thick and heavy in her palm. She stroked him gently, her movements tentative but eager.
Dante groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Yeah, Mom," he breathed. "Just like that."
The sound of his voice, so needy and filled with want, sent Jasmine spiraling. She knew she should stop, that she should pull away, but she couldn't. The feel of him in her hand was too good, too tempting. She slid her hand down to the zipper of his jeans, her heart racing.
As she freed him from the confines of his clothing, Jasmine took a deep breath. The room was spinning, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of his cock, hot and pulsing, against her skin.
With trembling fingers, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly, watching the pleasure play out across his features. His eyes closed, and he leaned into her touch, his breathing growing ragged. Jasmine felt a heady sense of power, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So good," he groaned, his hand finding its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
Jasmine felt the heat of his breath against her cheek, and she knew that she was lost. The line between mother and lover had been irrevocably blurred, and she was stepping over it willingly, unable to resist the siren call of the forbidden.
Her eyes remained locked with his as he gently guided her down to her knees. Jasmine felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her knees trembling slightly against the cold tiles. She knew what he wanted, what she was about to do, and the very thought of it made her pulse race.
With a gentle push, Dante encouraged her closer, his cock now standing proudly before her. Jasmine took a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent, and felt a shiver run down her spine. The reality of the moment washed over her like a wave, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, her thumb tracing the veins that stood out like a road map to pleasure.
Her eyes never left his as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, the taste of him a strange mix of sweet and salty. Jasmine swirled her tongue around the tip, feeling him quiver at the contact. His eyes widened, and a low groan rumbled from his chest. Jasmine felt a thrill of power, a dark excitement that she had never felt before. She was doing this, giving him pleasure, and she was loving every moment of it.
Her hand stroked him in time with the rhythm of her mouth, her tongue swirling and dancing around the sensitive head. She felt his hands tangle in her hair, guiding her movements, urging her to take more of him. Jasmine's cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of her throat.
Her other hand found its way between her own legs, her fingers slipping under the edge of her dress. She was already so wet, the fabric of her panties sticking to her skin. Jasmine pushed them aside, the coolness of the air in the kitchen a stark contrast to the heat of her body. Her fingertips grazed her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her. The sensation was exquisite, the feeling of her own arousal mixing with the taste of her son's cock in her mouth.
Her thumb circled her clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure as she took him in deeper, her eyes never leaving his. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear. Jasmine could feel her own climax building, her body tightening around her hand.
"That's it, Mom," Dante encouraged, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're doing so good."
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