Chapter 20

But as he stood there, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue, Dante couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. And as much as Jasmine might try to deny it, he knew she wanted more. Her body had spoken for her, had begged for his touch, had screamed his name as she came.

And now, with the house to themselves, Dante knew that they had the chance to explore that desire further. He waited, listening to the sound of the shower running, his own cock growing hard at the thought of her naked body, wet and vulnerable.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he padded down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open a crack, and he pushed it wider, his eyes scanning the room. He felt a rush of power, a sense of control that was intoxicating.

He crept closer to the bathroom, his bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Through the steamy glass, he could see his mother’s silhouette, the curves of her body moving beneath the water. He watched as she washed herself, her hand moving over her breasts, her stomach, her pussy. It was a private moment, one that she had no idea he was witnessing.

Dante’s hand found its way to his cock, stroking it lightly as he watched his mother’s hand disappear between her legs. He could see the way her body responded, the way her back arched, her hand moving faster. He knew she was thinking of him, that she was imagining his cock filling her again.

With a low groan, Dante stepped into the bathroom. Jasmine’s eyes went wide as she saw him, her hand shooting out of the shower to cover herself. “Dante!” she gasped, her voice high with shock. “What are you doing?”

But even as she said the words, she couldn’t hide the desire in her eyes. He knew she wanted him, that she had been craving him since the moment they had finished. And so, without a word, Dante stepped out of his clothes and into the shower with her.

The water cascaded over them. Jasmine’s eyes never left his, her cheeks flushing a deep red. But she didn’t move away, didn’t tell him to leave. Instead, she stood there, offering herself to him.

Dante took a moment to drink her in, his eyes roving over her slick body. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples soft and pink. And her pussy… it was like a secret garden, one that he had been granted the privilege of exploring.

He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her thigh. Jasmine gasped, her hand dropping to her side. The water flowed over her, revealing every inch of her. The sight of her curves glistening with water, was almost too much to bear.

“Mom,” Dante whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “Look at me.” Jasmine’s eyes met his, and he could see the war raging within her. The guilt, the arousal, the fear. But it was the desire that won out, the need that had been awakened the moment she had seen him standing there, naked and hard.

“I want you,” Dante said, his voice low and intense. “I need you.”

She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, her nipples hardening at the contact.

Dante’s hand came up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her flushed skin. Jasmine’s eyes fluttered closed, his touch as tender as it was possessive. His eyes searched hers, the intensity in his gaze making her knees weak. Jasmine felt the weight of their shared secret, the forbidden passion that had brought them to this moment.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. Jasmine’s body responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with a passion that surprised even her. Their tongues danced, tasting and exploring each other as the warm water cascaded over their entwined forms.

Her hands roamed over his body, feeling the contours of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin. Jasmine’s heart pounded in her chest, the heat of his skin searing into her fingertips.

Her hands slid down to his hips, feeling the power coiled there. His cock was hard against her stomach, an ever-present reminder of his desire. Jasmine’s own arousal grew, the warmth spreading through her body like a wildfire.

Their kiss deepened, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. Jasmine’s hand slid down, wrapping around his cock. It was thick and heavy in her grip, the velvet skin hot and pulsing. She stroked him gently, her thumb tracing the vein that ran along the underside. Dante groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking at her touch.

The water beaded on their skin, running in rivulets down their bodies. Jasmine felt a renewed sense of excitement at the idea of her son’s cock, so young and eager, in her hand. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel. Desired, wanted, alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.