Hazel’s Incestuous Desires (Part 1)

“Mom, you’re glowing,” Jake said, his eyes fixed on his mother’s swollen belly. They were having a lazy Saturday afternoon, relaxing in the living room. Just a few weeks away from her due date, Hazel smiled softly, her hands instinctively cradling her abdomen.
“It’s all this, baby,” she replied, her voice gentle and almost melodic. It feels lovely and scary all at once.”
Jake leaned closer; his curiosity piqued by more than just the pregnancy. “Can I… touch it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Hazel hesitated momentarily, then nodded, shifting slightly to make space for him on the couch. Something had been unspoken between them for the last few years, and she recognized the look in his eyes right then. Jake touched her stomach, feeling the warmth and subtle movements beneath his palm.
“He’s active today,” Hazel remarked, watching Jake’s face as he felt the baby kick.
“Or she,” Jake corrected, looking up at his mother with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. Their eyes locked, and the air seemed to thicken with everything they never admitted at that moment. Jake’s hand lingered, moving gently across her belly, his fingers tracing invisible patterns.
Hazel swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “Jake…” she murmured, a mix of warning and invitation.
Without breaking eye contact, Jake leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek. “Mom,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you. All of you.”
Hazel closed her eyes, a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over her. Part of her wanted to push him away, to maintain the boundaries of their relationship. But another part, a weak and needy part, ached for his touch, for the connection they could share.
“We shouldn’t,” she breathed, her resolve wavering.
Jake pulled back slightly, his hand now resting on her breast, feeling the soft swell beneath her shirt. “Why not? You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her nipple, causing her to gasp.
Hazel’s eyes fluttered open, her resistance crumbling under the heat of his gaze and the undeniable arousal coursing through her veins. “Jake, please,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.
“Tell me what you want, Mom,” Jake whispered, his hand sliding underneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against her bra. Hazel shivered, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening against his palm.
“I want… you to kiss me,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Jake leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, exploring each other with a fervor that ignited a fire. Hazel moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
As they kissed, Jake’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, his fingers finding the wetness between her legs. Hazel arched her back, her hips pressing against his hand, silently begging for more.
“So wet for me, Mom,” Jake murmured against her ear, his fingers stroking her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Hazel gasped, her head falling back, exposing her neck to his kisses.
“Yes, Jake, yes,” she panted, her words fragmented by the intensity of her arousal. Jake shifted, kneeling between her thighs, his hands pushing her pants down her legs. Hazel lifted her hips, helping him remove her clothes, her body trembling with anticipation. Naked now, except for her bra, she lay back on the couch, her breasts heaving with each breath. Eager for what happens next? Just click right here!

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