Masaki's heart raced at Ichigo's suggestion, a thrill running through her at the thought of spending intimate alone time with her handsome son. She straightened up slowly, letting her robe fall open slightly to reveal more of her creamy cleavage.
"A date? Oh, don't be silly, Ichigo," she giggled, but there was a husky undertone to her voice. "Although... the idea does have a certain appeal."
Masaki walked around the table, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped beside Ichigo's chair, resting a hand on his shoulder. Her touch lingered perhaps a moment longer than strictly necessary.
"I'd love to spend some quality one-on-one time with my special boy. We could make it a whole day - a private movie night with some sweat and passion..."
Masaki's fingers trailed lightly down Ichigo's arm as she spoke, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered. "...and maybe a massage after. I give such good massages, you know. I could work out alllll the tension in those strong young muscles of yours..."
Her free hand came to rest high on his thigh, squeezing gently. The heat of her palm seeped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Masaki nuzzled her cheek against Ichigo's, her glossy lips brushing his jaw as she pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction, her eyes dark with barely restrained lust.
Ichigo's entire body trembled under his mother's sensual touches and suggestive words. A strangled groan escaped his lips as her hand squeezed his thigh, so close to his aching hardness. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly as he stared at her with hooded, desperate eyes.
"Mom... we can't..." he rasped, even as his hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more friction. "This is wrong. You're my mother..."
Despite his weak protests, Ichigo made no move to push her away. His other hand came up to grip her hip, pulling her closer until she was practically in his lap. The heat of her core radiated through the thin silk of her robe, making his painfully hard cock throb with need.
"But fuck, I can't keep acting like it's not here. I want you so badly,"
Masaki moaned softly as Ichigo pulled her into his lap, feeling the thick ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against her inner thigh. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her swollen folds. She ground down against him slowly, savouring the delicious friction.
"Shhh, it's okay, baby," she purred, cupping his face and stroking his cheek tenderly. "What we're feeling isn't wrong. It's beautiful and natural. Mother and son, expressing our love in the most primal way..."
Masaki captured Ichigo's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her pent-up passion and desire into it. Her tongue delved into his mouth, tangling with his own as she explored every inch.
Breaking the kiss, Masaki stood up on shaky legs, taking Ichigo's hand and tugging him to his feet. She led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder with a smouldering look.
"Come to my bedroom, Ichigo. Let me show you the depths of a mother's love," she breathed seductively. Once inside, Masaki turned to face him, slowly shrugging off her robe to let it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but a sheer black lace bra and matching thong, her voluptuous body on full display.
"I've never thought I wanted this for so long, wanted YOU for so long," Masaki confessed, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. It fell away, freeing her heavy breasts topped with dusky pink nipples.
Ichigo's eyes widened as his mother revealed her stunning naked body to him, his mouth going dry at the sight of her perfect breasts and the tantalising scrap of lace covering her most intimate area. He drank in every curve hungrily, his cock straining almost painfully against the confines of his sweatpants.
"Mom, you're so beautiful," he breathed reverently, stepping closer to run his hands along the smooth skin of her sides and waist. "I've dreamed of touching you like this for so long..."
Emboldened by her actions, Ichigo leaned down to capture one rosy nipple between his lips, suckling gently as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts.
Masaki cried out in pleasure as Ichigo's hot mouth enveloped her sensitive nipple, arching into his touch. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as he worshipped her breasts. Jolts of electricity seemed to shoot straight from her nipples to her core, making her ache with need.
"Yes, just like that, baby," she encouraged breathlessly, guiding his head to her other breast. "Your mouth feels amazing. Don't stop..."
One hand slid down Ichigo's chest to palm the huge bulge tenting his sweatpants. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling him throb against her hand. With deft fingers, Masaki tugged his pants down, allowing his magnificent cock to spring free. It bobbed heavily, the swollen head already glistening with precum.
Wrapping her fingers around Ichigo's thick shaft, Masaki stroked him slowly, marvelling at the silky steel of his youthful hardness. She pumped him from base to tip, smearing the bead of moisture at the slit. Her other hand caressed his heavy balls, rolling them gently.
"Mmmm, you're so big and hard for me already," Masaki purred sultrily, sinking gracefully to her knees before him. "Let me taste you, baby. I want to worship this gorgeous cock of yours..."
Maintaining eye contact, she extended her small pink tongue and lapped at the weeping tip, moaning at the musky flavour of his arousal. Then, opening wide, Masaki took Ichigo into the wet heat of her mouth, engulfing several inches of his impressive length.
A guttural moan tore from Ichigo's throat as his mother's hot, skilled mouth enveloped his aching cock. His hands fisted in her silky hair, holding on for dear life as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. The wet suction and swirl of her tongue around his sensitive flesh was pure ecstasy.
"Fuck, Mom! Your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his hips rocking instinctively to thrust shallowly into the tight channel of her throat. "I've imagined this for so long... dreamed of being inside you..."
Ichigo looked down at Masaki with lust-darkened eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of her on her knees, his cock stretching her lips obscenely. The taboo nature of the act only heightened his pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.
Masaki moaned around Ichigo's thick shaft as he thrust into her mouth, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. She relaxed her throat, taking him impossibly deeper until her nose nestled in his pubic hair. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she held him there, swallowing convulsively around his length.
After a long moment, Masaki pulled back, gasping for air. Strings of saliva connected her puffy lips to his spit-slick cock. She pumped him with both hands as she gazed up at him adoringly.
"I want to taste your cum so badly, baby. Want you to fill my mouth and throat with your hot seed," she begged shamelessly, laving her tongue over his swollen glans.
"Please, Ichigo, use my mouth."
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