In the dimly lit room, mother and son's hearts race as they exchange longing gazes. She crawls into bed beside him and wraps her slender arm around his muscular shoulders. They breathe in unison, each soaking in the warmth and comfort of the other's presence. As she nuzzles her head onto his chest, his hand glides up and down her spine, soothing her. Their bodies slowly inch closer, pressed against each other's warmth. His hand finds its way to her breast, caressing it gently through her nightgown. She gasps softly and leans into him, unwilling to break this intimate connection. His fingers trace circles around her nipple, causing it to harden. Lowering his head, he whispers, "Mommy says goodnight," before capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Their moans m ying in harmony, created an eargasmic symphony for my ears.
