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"Nghhh," Maria emitted a soft moan as Kevin\'s fingers made contact with the velvety texture of her breast\'s delicate skin. Her back was now to his face, and he could feel the warmth of her bare skin pressed against his own. A cascade of long, black hair fell upon his face, a minor annoyance that he endured without revealing his awakened state.

\'Same shampoo as mine,\' Kevin thought idly as he caught a whiff of her hair. \'Stay focused, Kevin. You\'re doing this to make her stop doing this sinful act,\' he chided himself internally, fortifying his resolve. With a firmer hold, he wrapped his arms more snugly around her, his legs intertwining with her supple, bare thighs, inadvertently pressing her hands between them.

As the sensation of her soft thighs registered against his own thighs, Kevin found himself unable to resist exploring further, his fingers cautiously tracing the contours of her supple skin. He couldn\'t deny the allure of her touch, but he firmly restrained any burgeoning emotions, mindful of the boundaries of their familial relation\'s.

\'Someone just kill me,\' Maria\'s inner lament echoed, her thoughts rife with shame and guilt. It was an embarrassing debacle—there she was, indulging in self-pleasure with her mind conjuring her son\'s image, all the while he lay right beside her. \'How fucking indecent of me! What if he had woke up and caught me in the act? Thank the heavens he is still asleep, or I\'d be long gone from this world due to sheer mortification,\' she chided herself in her mind, her tone a mixture of frustration and chagrin.

\'But why and what possessed me to even start this in the first place?\' Maria\'s internal inquiry remained unanswered. It wasn\'t like she\'d set out with a plan—she\'d drifted to sleep under a deluge of concerns: Kevin\'s odd behavior, her worries about his future, and other matters. Yet, somewhere in her slumber, her body decided it was time for an impromptu solo performance. A prickling awareness at her nipples nudged her awake, though she attributed it to friction against her nightclothes. Ignoring it, she tried to resume her slumber, but her fingers, seemingly independent of her will, nipped at her already hard nipple, releasing a surge of unexpected pleasure.

And just like that, her tense body seemed to disentangle from its worries, a fleeting sensation of weightlessness ushering in a new chapter of her night\'s escapade. From there, lewd thoughts coursed through her, guiding her hand toward her second nipple, which she liberated from its fabric prison. Soon enough, her pyjamas followed suit, descending to her ankles as her fingers danced across her most intimate regions.

Yet, a vital piece was missing—a climax of mental pleasure was incomplete without its physical counterpart. And so, Maria harnessed the potent power of imagination, the same force that led everyone down their first awkward path of self-discovery "The first nut". Astonishingly, she found herself in disbelief at her audacity, engaging in this age-old activity with a level of fervor she hadn\'t experienced in years, all the while conjuring rather explicit mental imagery.

But as the tension released and her body warmed, an inexplicable focus on a certain face emerged. Her husband, her past lover, was meant to be her muse, but instead, an unexpectedly youthful visage took the reins. Unbeknownst to her, that very face was resting on her bare shoulder, providing an unwitting backdrop to her desires. And, in a moment of unchecked pleasure, her voice whispered the forbidden name that had taken root in her mind—uttered unconsciously, fueled by a potent cocktail of sensations.

The unwitting star of her impromptu mental theater remained none other than the very individual cradling her bare figure in a serene embrace. Overwhelmed with shame, Maria struggled to extricate her hands from their awkward position between her thighs. Kevin\'s legs effectively immobilized her, their firm press inadvertently fostering a friction that only heightened her plight. As she sought to free her hands, her movements inadvertently brushed against her intimate region, resulting in muffled moans that she strained to suppress.

In a delicate ballet of contorted limbs, she managed to free one hand from its compromising position. With painstaking precision, she gently repositioned Kevin\'s legs, employing the utmost care to avoid rousing him from his slumber. The sigh of relief that escaped her lips mirrored the internal chorus of gratitude that she hadn\'t inadvertently disrupted his peaceful rest.

\'Thank goodness he didn\'t wake up,\' Maria whispered to herself, her voice carrying the timbre of exhaled anxiety. With her mission accomplished, she cautiously withdrew her breasts from Kevin\'s grasp, carefully lowering them to their former resting place.

For Kevin, his relief felt like a refreshing breeze on a sweltering day. The mission, though a bit unorthodox, seemed to have been a success. \'Well, at least I\'ve stopped her from thinking about me in that... interesting way,\' he thought with a chuckle, a touch of self-satisfaction playing in the background.

However, Kevin\'s relief quickly gave way to astonishment as his eyes beheld an unexpected development. Despite his efforts to intervene, he noticed Maria\'s arm engaged in a rhythmic motion, gliding up and down, while her hips took on an orchestrated rhythm of their own, thrusting back and forth. Her naked breasts, initially poised for modesty, still adorned the open air, her thighs just as exposed as before. With her back to him, he couldn\'t discern her facial expressions, yet her fervent movements provided undeniable proof that she had resumed her earlier activity.