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In the heart of the city, in an opulent apartment with a breathtaking view of the skyline, a peculiar scene unfolded. The mother, a stunning woman in her late thirties, wore nothing but a pair of sky-high platform heels. Her body was adorned with intricate tattoos, and her hair fell in loose waves down her back.

She moved gracefully around the kitchen, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla. As she prepared breakfast, she squatted down, her toned legs bent at a perfect angle, and began to clean the floor.

The son, a handsome young man in his early twenties, watched her with admiration. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love for his mother, who was not only beautiful but also incredibly strong and independent.

As he approached her, he knelt down and gently parted her thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and understanding. He leaned in and began to lick her vagina, savoring the sweet and tangy taste of her.

The mother moaned softly, her hips gently rocking against her son's face. She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. As he licked her, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, and her body trembled with desire.

The son continued to pleasure her, his tongue exploring every inch of her. The mother's moans grew louder, and her body arched in ecstasy. As she reached her climax, she cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering with release.

The son stood up, his face flushed with arousal. The mother smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

As they stood there, their hearts beating in unison, the son couldn't help but feel a profound sense of connection with his mother. They were not just family but lovers, bound together by a love that transcended societal norms and expectations.

Together, they shared a breakfast of fresh fruit and warm pastries, their hands occasionally brushing against each other, sending shivers of desire through their bodies. As they ate, they talked and laughed, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

And so, the day began in the most unexpected of ways, with a mother wearing high heels and squatting on the kitchen floor, and her son licking her vagina. It was a scene that would have shocked and scandalized most, but for them, it was a beautiful expression of their love and devotion to one another.