astillo's words lingered in the air, a siren's call to a world of illicit desires

sper, "you can't be serious." But the look in he

d, and Jasmin couldn't help but feel a pang of lust

igure she had always known; she was a sexual creature, hungry fo

smin's gaze drifted down to her mother's pussy, glistening with thei

gh her body seemed to disagree, her pussy thr

racing the outline of her swollen lips. "Sweetheart," she murmur

n a kiss that was both tender and demanding, a kiss that

other's breasts, her palms cupping the full mounds as she returned t

the secret that bound them together in a dance of lust and love that could never be shared with anyone else. A

, and the pages that lay ahead were written in a langu

r any sign of remorse or regret, but instead, she fo

y had done settled in h

excitement, "what we did... it's not normal." Mrs. Castillo le

Jasmin's side to cup her ass, "and you know that." Jasmin's body

effort to resist the seductive pull of her mother's words. Mrs. Castill

clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Jasmin's eyes widene

other's. "Oh, but I am," Mrs. Castillo purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You s

, trying to process the gravi

nd she found herself torn between the horror of what they had become a

dy aching for more of that forbidden contact. The room was heavy with the

found craving, and as she watched her mother slide out of bed, her body still g

ld already feel the pull of the abyss beckoning her closer, whispering s

believe what s

ing with the implications of what was being suggested. "Mom, you

with a hunger that was both

ust about sex. It's about us,

est, and she felt a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with embarrassment. Despit

weet in Jasmin's ear. "Wrong is just a word, darling. It's what we make of it." Jasmin felt her mother's hand slip between her legs

the edge of reason. She looked into her mother's eyes, searching for a glimmer of sanity, but all she saw was a reflection of her own insatiab

red passion, the promise of a love that knew no bounds, and the thrill of the taboo that would forever change the course o

d she gave herself over to the storm of pleasure that awaite