Every time our eyes meet, my husband's words fade away, and I can only feel the unspoken connection between me and my son. The moment he says, "I'm leaving," I can't hold back anymore—my panties are already soaked, no foreplay needed, and I can sense my son's arousal, his cock hot and hard, burning with desire. While my husband is away, we crave each other desperately, driven by the need to make love as much as possible. Our passion goes beyond mere lust; it deepens the forbidden bond between mother and son, creating moments that sear into our souls.