Their eyes remained locked for what felt like an eternity, Rachel's hand still wrapped around his now softening cock. She felt a rush of guilt wash over her, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in.

With trembling fingers, she pulled her hand away, the sticky residue of his cum cooling on her skin. Her gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, the words catching in her throat.

Jason's hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Don't be," he murmured, his voice raspy from the passion of moments before. Rachel looked up at him, the conflict in her heart reflected in the depths of his eyes. "It's okay," he said, the words filled with a tenderness that made her want to cry.

But Rachel knew it wasn't okay. She had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, a taboo that went beyond the boundaries of motherhood. She turned away, fleeing to the safety of her bedroom, the echo of her own heartbeat in her ears.

Once inside, she leaned against door as if it could keep her secrets contained. Her hand shook as she peeled off her cum-stained robe, dropping it to the floor. Rachel went to the bathroom, her legs feeling like jelly, and washed her hand with a sense of purpose. The water was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth that had just been there.

Her mind reeled with the images of what had just transpired. The feel of his cock, the sound of his pleasure. It was all too much, a flood of sensations that she couldn't process. Rachel knew that she had to clean herself up, to erase the evidence of their shared sin.

With trembling hands, she took a washcloth and wetted it, the soft fabric feeling like sandpaper against her sensitive skin. She brought it to her thigh, wiping away the sticky cum. The act was almost ritualistic, a silent apology to her own body for what it had just done.

But even as she cleaned herself, Rachel couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her, the knowledge that she had taken a step into the forbidden, that she had felt a desire that no mother should feel for her child.

Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of guilt and lust. She had seen her son in a new light, a man with his own desires and urges, and she had been drawn to that. The memory of his cock, thick and veiny, filled her mind. It was so much bigger than any other one that she had ever seen, a testament to his growing maturity. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride mixed with the overwhelming feeling of weakness.

When she finally felt composed enough to look at herself in the mirror, Rachel saw a woman she hardly recognized. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide with the aftermath of passion. The sight of her own naked body, still flushed with arousal, made her stomach twist.

Quietly, she slipped into her bedroom, the door clicking softly behind her. Her husband lay there, oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling around her. Rachel carefully climbed into bed beside him, her body aching for a comfort she knew she didn't deserve. She lay there, her heart racing, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, trying to find solace in the familiar scent of him.

But sleep was elusive, her mind racing with thoughts of Jason. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her son's face contorted in pleasure, felt the warmth of his cum on her hand. Rachel rolled onto her side, her back to her husband, and clutched the pillow tightly to her chest. Her hand strayed to her own sex, her fingers tracing the slick folds, the memory of their encounter sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.

When the alarm finally jolted them awake, Rachel felt a jolt of fear at the thought of facing Jason. She pretended to be asleep, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, hoping the morning would pass without incident. She heard the sounds of her husband stirring, his footsteps padding across the floor, the shower turning on. Rachel waited until the bathroom door closed before she dared to move.

Gently, she slid out of bed and tiptoed to the window, drawing the curtains aside. The early morning light painted the room in soft hues of pink and gold. She stared at the clock on the bedside table, its ticking a metronome to her racing thoughts. In a few minutes, Jason would be leaving for school.

The shower beckoned, a sanctuary of white noise and steam to wash away the sins of the night. Rachel stepped into the hot spray, letting the water cascade over her body, the heat seeping into her bones. She took her time, scrubbing every inch of herself, as if the soap could somehow purge her of the guilt that clung to her like a second skin. She watched the water swirl down the drain, carrying with it the last traces of their illicit encounter.

When she stepped out of the shower, Rachel saw her robe in the hamper. The sight of the dried cum was a stark reminder of her transgression. She felt a knot in her stomach, a tangible weight of what she had done. Rachel dressed quickly, her mind racing with the potential consequences of their actions. How could she face him? What would she say?

The day dragged on, a slow march toward an inevitable confrontation. Rachel went through the motions, her mind rehearsing various scenarios, trying to find the right words. Would he bring it up? Would he act as if nothing had happened? Would the air between them be thick with tension, or would it be filled with the same casual ease as before?

The house was eerily quiet without Jason's presence, the silence echoing her fears. Rachel threw herself into her work, cleaning, cooking, anything to keep her hands busy and her mind off the inevitable. The sun arced across the sky, and she found herself checking the clock every few minutes, willing the time to pass.

Finally, the front door creaked open, and Rachel's heart skipped a beat. She could hear the sound of his footsteps, his backpack hitting the floor. The kitchen door swung open, and there he was, looking at her with the same curiosity that had filled his eyes the night before. Rachel's throat went dry as she turned to face him, her eyes searching his for answers she wasn't sure she wanted to find.

"Jason," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you."

The words tumbled out of her, a desperate apology. "I'm so sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me. It was wrong, and I never should have... " Rachel couldn't bring herself to say the words, her cheeks burning with shame.

Jason took a step towards her, his hand reaching out as if to comfort her. "Don't be sorry," he said firmly. "It's okay."

Rachel's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can you say that? I'm your mother! What happened was...it's just not okay!"

He stopped her with a gentle touch on her arm, his voice soothing. "Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I know what happened was...different, but I liked it and I think you did too."

Rachel's eyes snapped to his, a mix of shock and disbelief. "Jason, what are you saying?"

"Mom," he said with a small smile, "you're not the first person to react this way." He took a step closer, his hand finding its way to hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver up her spine.

Rachel's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of distress or discomfort. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Jason squeezed her hand gently. "I've had...other experiences with girls who've noticed how big I am," he confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Her eyes widened, the realization sinking in. Rachel felt a strange mix of emotions – arousal, jealousy, and a sudden sense of possessiveness. She had never thought of her son in this way, but now that she had, she couldn't ignore the undeniable attraction. "Your... thing," she murmured, "it's just so big."

Jason's cheeks turned a darker shade of red, but he held her gaze. "Yeah, I know. Did you like looking at it?”

The silence between them grew heavier, charged with unspoken desires and the weight of their shared secret. Rachel took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I could see it in your eyes."

Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, his hand enveloping hers. She couldn't believe she was standing here, talking to her son about his cock, but there was something oddly comforting about it. The memory of the night before played out in her mind like a vivid film reel. She remembered the way it had felt in her hand, the way it had pulsed with life as he came, and the way she had watched, fascinated and horrified by her own desire.

"Jason," Rachel began, her voice shaking. "What we did...it can't happen again."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. "Why not?" he whispered, his voice filled with a hunger she had never heard from him before. "It felt good, didn't it?"

Rachel's pulse quickened, and she couldn't help but nod. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes slipping shut as she remembered. "It did."

His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, and Rachel 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..."

Jason 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."

Rachel'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?" Rachel asked, her voice filled with both fear and excitement.

Jason's hand slid up her side, his fingertips grazing the swell of her breast. "Whatever feels right," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Rachel'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, Rachel 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.

Jason groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Yeah, Mom," he breathed. "Just like that."

The sound of his voice, so needy and filled with want, sent Rachel 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, Rachel 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. Rachel 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.

Rachel 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. Rachel 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, Jason encouraged her closer, his cock now standing proudly before her. Rachel 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. Rachel swirled her tongue around the tip, feeling him quiver at the contact. His eyes widened, and a low groan rumbled from his chest. Rachel 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. Rachel'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. Rachel 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. Rachel could feel her own climax building, her body tightening around her hand.

"That's it, Mom," Jason encouraged, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're doing so good."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through her. Rachel had never felt more alive than she did right now, her son's cock in her mouth and her own fingers working magic on her body. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his shaft.

"Yes, Mom," he hissed, his hips bucking slightly. "Keep sucking."

Hearing her son say those words was like gasoline on a bonfire. Rachel's arousal grew with every passing second, the taboo nature of their encounter only stoking the flames higher. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She could feel him swell in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening, his breaths becoming more erratic.

Her hand moved faster between her legs, her thumb rubbing her clit with increasing urgency. Rachel knew that she was close, so close to coming, and the idea of doing so while her son watched, while she had his cock in her mouth, was unbearably erotic.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. Rachel felt her own orgasm approaching, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her. She braced herself, her body taut as a bowstring.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense that it stole her breath away. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing around her hand as she came, her pussy clenching in a spasm of pure bliss. Through the haze of pleasure, she felt him tense, his cock pulsing as he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, the taste of him strange and yet somehow familiar.

Her cheeks hollowed as she worked her mouth, eager to get every last drop. Rachel's tongue danced around the head of his cock, lapping up the sticky cum that clung to him, savoring the salty taste. Jason's eyes never left hers, his own orgasm reflected in the way his pupils dilated. His hand, still in her hair, began to stroke her cheek, a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine.

As he grew softer, Rachel's mouth followed suit, kissing his cock tenderly as if it were a part of her. She could feel him growing more sensitive with each lingering press of her lips, his moans turning to sighs of contentment. The moment was intimate, a silent confession of the desires that had been festering between them.

Slowly, Rachel pulled away, her eyes never leaving his. She stood up, her legs unsteady, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The room was silent except for the sound of their ragged breaths. Rachel's heart hammered in her chest, the gravity of what they had just done crashing down upon her.

"Jason," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was...amazing."

Rachel's cheeks burned, and she couldn't hold his gaze for long. She looked away, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way to escape the situation. Rachel felt his thumb trace her bottom lip, the sensation sending another ripple of pleasure through her. She swallowed hard, trying...