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Over dinner, Carla and Nick laughed and reminisced about old times. The divide between them seemed to dissipate, leaving only the warmth of their shared memories.

Nick was ravenous, devouring the tangy coated pasta with relish. Meanwhile, Carla rolled her meatballs between her fingers, recalling the countless occasions when she made these meals for her family, feeling a pang of longing. The conversation threaded through tales of their past, laughter trickling between them like a pleasant stream. Yet, the unspoken cloud hovering above them remained.

"I'm done with my plate, how about that foot?" Nick asked playfully, pushing away his empty plate and slyly reaching for his mother's toes under the table.

Carla sank in her chair, allowing her foot to rest in Nick's muscular lap. His touch was warm and soothing, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his presence. As her son gently pressed and kneaded the soles of her feet, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

"Thanks, sweetie," Carla murmured appreciatively. "I really needed that."

Nick smiled, happy to see his mother relax. "Anytime, Mom."

The air between them grew quiet, as they both allowed themselves to fully indulge in the rare moments of stillness. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, turning gentle and warm.

Carla, with a graceful fluidity, delicately positioned the sole of her other foot on top of Nick's knee. The move was so casual, so natural, yet it was filled with a certain weight, a certain significance. Nick, noticing the subtle shift in their physical proximity, couldn't help but let out a soft, appreciative smile. The expression on his face was gentle, yet it held a certain intensity that seemed to pierce right through Carla. As his eyes lingered on her bare legs, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was a sensation that was both thrilling and unnerving, a reminder of the palpable connection between them. Nick, sensing the tension, leaned slightly closer, his strong fingers twitching with the desire to explore the smooth, cool skin of Carla's arch.

"I'm surprised about your bare legs. I always figured you for pantyhose, maybe even control tops. At least that's how dad depicted you in the office." Nick said suggestively, causing his mother to chuckle.

Carla spoke without inhibition, "Please, your father wouldn't give up easy access. No control tops, no panties. Besides, I've always had the skin for it, so au natural for me." She admitted, taking delight in her son's increasingly aroused state.

Nick smirked, squeezing his mother's arch, making her moan. "You're joking, right?" He questioned in disbelief.

Carla raised an eyebrow and replied, "Do you really want to know if I'm joking?" She asked, her voice sultry and dripping with suggestion. The corner of her lips quirked upwards, knowing full well the effect her words had on her son.

Nick adjusted in his chair, feeling a twitch in his groin as he stared wide-eyed at his mother. "Y-yes. I mean, yeah, I want to know." He stammered, trying to formulate a rational thought to follow up.

"Well, go on, crawl under and take a look," Carla said, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. She uncrossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, her arms resting comfortably on the chair rests. A sly grin spread across her face, and she wiggled her toes, the movement subtle but deliberate, as if she were casting a spell, inviting her son into a secret world.

Tempted and intrigued, Nick dropped his gaze to the floor before pushing his chair back with a scratching sound against the wooden floorboards. His pulse quickened, and a throbbing ache grew within his groin. Carla's teasing comment resonated between them, and he raised his eyes to meet his mother's heated gaze.

Nick obliged, kneeling on the floor beside Carla in the soft light of the kitchen.

This is it, the line we're crossing, he thought to himself. He could hardly believe that his own mother - former accountant turned X-rated tycoon - had willingly led him to this point. And yet, here he knelt - her feet now on his shoulder, her perfect arches exposed, leading his gaze upwards until he met her naked entrance, sparking a deep flame in the pit of his stomach.

Nick wrapped his arms around his mother's legs, pulling her even closer to him. His breath grew uneven, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. The tension in the room had grown taut like a too-tightly bound string, about to snap at any moment. But still, neither of them was willing to be the one to break the silence and give into their growing desires.

Carla's eyes locked with her son's, and for a moment, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world. She held his gaze, refusing to look away, her own eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern.

"How interesting," she said, her voice dripping with a complex mix of emotions. "It's not like you haven't seen this before, my sweet, sweet boy." The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing the unspoken thoughts that danced between them.  Carla could see the struggle in her son's eyes, the internal battle that raged within him. She knew all too well the power of his emotions, how they could consume him if he let them. But she also knew that he was stronger than he gave himself credit for. 

Nick's hunger burned hotter than a flame, and his eyes drinking in his mother's body, so gorgeously displayed for him now. The pink, creamy softness of her opening called out to him, naked and inviting. Instinctively, without thinking, he slowly traced the fine hairs of her newly grown landing strip down to the glistening wetness below.

Nick's voice was barely a whisper, but his words carried a weight that seemed to resonate within the room. "It's more personal, like this," he murmured, his breath tickling her labia, sending a shiver down her spine. His index finger hovered just inches away from her entrance, teasing her with the promise of intimacy. But he held back, dancing with the heat of her desire but not yet succumbing to its pull.

Their eyes met, and Nick's gaze was filled with a depth of emotion that seemed to reach out and touch her soul. It was as if he was trying to convey to her the intensity of his feelings, the way he had never been able to put into words. She could see the longing in his eyes, the hunger that was driving him to make this moment as intimate and real as possible.  Their bodies were close, but there was a distance between them that seemed to amplify the tension.

Carla found herself consumed by a gnawing suspicion that had been slowly growing within her for weeks. It was a suspicion that had taken root in her mind during a fateful night, a night when she, Mimi, and Nick had shared in a webcam tryst. Mimi, with her keen intuition, had somehow sensed something amiss, something that Nick had done. Something that he had not denied. The question had been hanging over Carla like a dark cloud, and she could no longer ignore it. She needed to know the truth. The desire to know, to uncover the truth, burned deep within her core, and her voice trembled as she spoke.  "Nick," she began, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need to ask you something. It's about that night, when you and Mimi and I shared in our webcam tryst. I need to know, Nick. Was Mimi correct? That night, when you watched me, did you... did you release your seed on your monitor? On my image?"

  Carla's words were filled with a daring challenge. She dared him to admit it, to confirm her worst fears. She waited, her breath held, as Nick stared back at her, his eyes betraying no emotion. The silence stretched on, and Carla could feel the tension building between them.

Finally, Nick spoke. His voice was calm, measured, as he answered her question.  "Yes, mom," he said. "I did."

A thrill of excitement shot through Carla's body at her son's honesty. She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs further apart, offering herself to him. "Then make that more personal as well," she whispered seductively.

"What?" Nick whispered, stunned.

Carla offered a slow smile as she repeated herself, more forcefully this time. "I said, make it real. Release your seed, not on my image, but on me." Carla repeated in a sultry tone.

Nick's heart pounded in his chest as his mother's words reverberated through his mind. He swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the magnitude of her request.

Carla's gaze never wavered as she watched her son's reaction, the fire within her eyes burning brighter as the moment stretched on between them.

Finally, Nick moved. He unfastened his pants, freeing himself from their confines. His member stood at attention, jutting out from his body. With deliberate slowness, Nick rubbed his cock. He then spit in his hand to add some lubrication to his efforts. The sound reverberated between them, and he felt his mother's tremble at the primitive, primal display.

Carla closed her eyes, feeling the flutter of a butterfly against her heart, nestled deep within her empty hollow. She listened to her son's soft, pleading gasps as they filled the steamy air. The danger, the enticing taboo, and the incredible rush of this intimacy fueling her desire into a roaring inferno.

Without looking, she pulled up her skirt further, allowing her legs to fully open up like butterfly wings, a target for his release. She then sat up and unzipped and lowered her blouse, the tops of her bare, braless breasts spilling out with a tantalizing bounce.

Nick's heart raced as he surveyed his mother's body, vulnerable and inviting before him. He gripped her thighs firmly and began to thrust into his hand while maintaining eye contact with his mother. Carla's body shuddered at the sight of her only son pleasuring himself so openly.

He groaned, desperate for release. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "Mom, I'm going too...." Nick breathed out.

"On me," Carla whispered insistently, nodding her head to emphasize her words.

 Nick didn't hesitate any longer.  With a grunt, Nick felt the familiar sensation surge through him. A white, hot jet shot out and hit Carla's mound, glistening on her trimmed hair as it coated her intimate flesh.

She gasped as the hot liquid hit her, goosebumps rising across her body. Nick's thrusting hand slowed and stopped as the final drops landed on her.

Carla looked at her son, a fire burning in her eyes, as she drew her fingers across her lower lips, collecting his essence along her fingertips, bringing them close to her tongue, as if a dare. Nick's cock twitched at the sight, still standing proud and sensitive and aching after release.

Sensing his fear and her dominance over her son, she asserted, "From now on, every time you want to release, it has to be in my presence. My body will be your canvas, and I will be the one to decide when and where you can spill your seed. Do you understand, son?"

Nick nodded, dizzy from the fervor flowing through his veins and the shock of his mother's intense demand. He swallowed hard before managing to utter, "I understand."

"Thank you for the wonderful evening. I enjoyed, truly." Carla purred, her words with longing and sincerity.

"I'm glad, mom. You deserve it." Nick whispered, "Goodnight."

His eyes filled with a mixture of relief, disbelief, and awe as the realization of what had transpired between them lingered in the air.

He slowly put his cock away, his gaze still locked with his mother's. Her eyes sparkled with a boldness and confidence he had never before seen shining in their depths. Carla remained seated gracefully, her slightly disheveled appearance failing to mask the magnetic pull she exuded as her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm.

Nick turned on his heel and walked towards his bedroom door.

He felt the weight of the evening settling heavy in his chest. His gaze lingered for a moment longer on his mother, taking in her undisturbed confidence. Turning away, he walked with determination to his bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him.

Carla could feel the air in the room shift as her son left. Her heart raced, and every fiber of her body hummed with a pleasure she had long denied herself. As if a rabid animal, she lapped up her son's seed, using her fingers to scoop up the remnants and suck each one clean. The taste was not unpleasant, only slightly bitter, but not nearly as bitter as the loneliness she had felt for so long.

Carla felt her desire renewed at the taste of her own son and moaned softly as she began exploring herself with her fingers.

She imagined it was Nick who touched her, teasing and tantalizing her desires until they were on fire.

Her fingertips plunged deep inside, in and out in an unhurried rhythm, mimicking the way she yearned for her son. Carla's free hand snaked its way up her body, fondling her breasts; kneading the soft flesh with a ferocity that bordered on pain. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she pinched her own nipples, eliciting a shuddering quiver from her core.

Carla's mind was awash in the filthiest of thoughts. She allowed herself to entertain them without hesitation as she continued to touch herself. Imagining her son's cock thrusting into her the same way she did with her fingers, she moaned at the thought.

Her pussy clenched, dripping wet with desire, as the taboo desire for him heightened her senses.

She was frustrated, however, needing something more to push her over the edge. "Nick, Mimi...." she moaned, reciting the names of her children, letting the explicit desire for both of them burn in her mind. "Yes, that's what I want. Both of my children..." She cried, the words tumbling from her lips without inhibition.

"MaXiNE!" Carla finally cired. The ache inside her built to a crescendo, and Carla's spine arched as she felt each pulse of the climax radiate through her. She hadn't allowed herself to forget MaXiNE - and the thrill of bringing her digital best lover into this sordid scene bolstered her pleasure beyond anything she could recall experiencing before.

As her orgasm subsided, Carla's mind raced with the implications. Carla slowly withdrew her hand from her throbbing mound, examining her glistening fingers for a fleeting moment.

An intense craving surged through the remnants of her euphoria, urging her to taste the intoxicating mixture of her desire and Nick's seed. She languidly placed her fingers in her mouth, savoring the essence of their taboo act, while another wave of pleasure rippled through her.

The taste was both strange and familiar, blending the earthy saltiness of her son with the tanginess of her own arousal.

A newfound need took hold of her as her tongue swirled around her fingers. She wanted to understand this connection, to experience being open and unrestrained without judgment, and explore the exhilarating world of sexual freedom she'd discovered.

Carla wanted more, to be overwhelmed by the transgressive desire burning in her heart.