Aroused stepson aims to impregnate me a second time

After giving birth to my son, I craved the intense passion and raw desire that only my stepson could provide. His throbbing member yearned for the warmth of my fertile embrace, and I eagerly obliged, relishing every moment. As he plunged into me, I reveled in the familiar pleasure, my body responding with a torrent of creamy essence. This was more than just sex; it was a primal urge to continue our lineage, a testament to our unquenchable lust. But as we reveled in our post-coital bliss, an unsettling thought crept in. What if this was the last time? What if there were no more intimate moments left? The thrill of potential fatherhood, the intoxicating taste of fresh, warm semen, the intoxicating scent of my perfumed skin - all these were fleeting, a fleeting moment in the dance of our carnal desires. And yet, we continued, driven by an insatiable hunger that only the night's darkest shadows could quench.