Sarah knew she should feel guilty for sleeping with her own son, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Liam made her feel alive in a way she hadn't in years. His youthful energy and insatiable hunger for her body were intoxicating.
And Liam was falling deeper in love with his mother with each passing day. He had never felt a connection like this with anyone before. Sarah understood him on a level no one else could - she knew his desires and fulfilled them completely.
But all good things must come to an end. One night, as they lay tangled in the sheets after a particularly intense session, Liam confessed his true feelings.
"Mom, I...I think I'm in love with you," he whispered hoarsely.
Sarah's heart skipped a beat. She gazed into his eyes and saw the depth of emotion there - love, lust, devotion. In that moment, she knew she loved him too.
"I love you too, baby," she murmured, kissing him softly. "But we can't keep doing this. It's wrong."
Tears sprang to Liam's eyes. "What are we going to do?"
Sarah cupped his face in her hands, wiping away his tears with her thumbs. "We'll figure something out," she promised. "This changes nothing between us. I'm still your mother, and you're still my son. But now we know how much we love each other."
Liam nodded, understanding. Their affair may have ended, but their love would never die. It would simply have to be expressed in other ways - through tender embraces, loving looks, and heartfelt conversations.
And so Liam and Sarah parted ways - two souls connected by an unbreakable bond forged in passion and heat. They would always carry the memories of their forbidden love affair with them, a secret shared only between mother and son.
In the days and weeks that followed, Liam and Sarah did their best to put their illicit relationship behind them. They continued to live under the same roof, interacting as mother and son - exchanging pleasantries over breakfast, discussing their days, helping each other out around the house.
But beneath the surface, their dynamic had shifted irrevocably. They could no longer look at each other without remembering the intimate details of each other's bodies. Every touch, no matter how innocent, sent electric shocks through their nerves.
Liam's father, unaware of his wife and son's secret affair, often commented on the new tension between them. "You two seem awfully close lately," he remarked one evening as they sat together watching TV. "It's almost like you're reading each other's minds."
Sarah laughed nervously, flustered by the observation. "Oh, you know how it is with kids," she bluffed. "They grow up and suddenly you're friends as well as mother and child."
Liam nodded along, playing along with the charade. But inside, he was screaming. His father had no idea that his wife's scent still clung to his skin, that he could still taste her on his tongue.
At night, alone in his room, Liam would stroke his aching cock, reliving every second of their stolen encounters. He imagined Sarah sneaking in, climbing into his bed, whispering filthy promises in his ear.
And Sarah too struggled with the sudden deprivation. She ached for her son's touch, the way he filled her so completely, the blissful expression on his face as he came undone inside her. During solo sessions in her own bed, she would finger herself furiously, wishing it was Liam's cock splitting her open.
Their mutual longing became palpable, a charged energy that hung in the air whenever they were together. Liam would catch Sarah looking at him with undisguised hunger in her eyes. And Sarah noticed how Liam seemed to find excuses to brush up against her - his hand lingering on the small of her back as they exited a room, his chest pressing against her arm as he reached for something on a high shelf.
One particularly tense afternoon, as Sarah was baking cookies in the kitchen and Liam was doing homework at the table, their eyes met across the room. Liam felt an instant stirring in his pants at the raw need he saw reflected back at him.
"Fuck it," he muttered under his breath. He stood up abruptly and strode over to where Sarah stood at the counter, her back to him.
Sarah gasped as she felt Liam's hard body press against hers from behind. "Liam, what are you doing?" she hissed, even as her body melted into his.
"I need you," Liam growled, nipping at her neck. "I can't take this anymore."
Sarah moaned softly, tilting her head to give him better access. "We can't...not here..."
"Shh," Liam hushed her, his hand sliding down to cup her sex through her pants. "Let me make you feel good, Mom. Please."
Sarah's resistance crumbled under his skillful ministrations. "Okay," she breathed. "But we have to be quick."
Liam wasted no time unfastening her pants and pushing them down along with her panties. His fingers delved between her folds, finding her already dripping wet.
"God, you're so ready for me," he groaned, rubbing tight circles over her clit.
Sarah arched her back, pressing her ass into his straining erection. "Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me right here."