Accompanying Mother 1

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My name is Wang Mei, I'm 41 years old, of average appearance, 1.68 meters tall, with a decent figure, slightly overweight, with relatively large breasts and buttocks. I'm one of the many mothers accompanying their son during his senior year of high school.

My family runs a small shop in the county town. My husband manages it at home. I decided to accompany my son during this crucial year of his senior year. He attends the No. 1 High School in the city, has excellent grades, plays basketball well, and is 1.85 meters tall. Sometimes when we walk together on the street, I think he's so big, it's

hard to believe I gave birth to him. School district housing is scarce, and because I decided relatively late, two-bedroom apartments were already rented out. With school starting soon, I could only rent a one-bedroom apartment. I thought, what's there to be afraid of with my son? There was already a large bed in the room, so I bought a small folding bed and put it on the other side. My son sleeps in the large bed, and I sleep in the small bed. And so began my life as a mother accompanying her son during his senior year. But this one incident led me down a path I couldn't escape...

It happened about two months after the start of the semester. Having gotten used to my new place, I didn't consider changing apartments. One night, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I went to bed without eating much. My son, seeing I wasn't feeling well, said, "Mom, if you're not feeling well, sleep on the big bed." Without thinking, I lay down on the big bed and fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a hand groping on my thigh. As it touched, its fingers moved towards my groin. Half-asleep, I thought it was my husband, so I spread my legs slightly. Suddenly, the hand stopped and withdrew. Then I heard my son's tentative voice: "Mom? Are you feeling better?" "Mom?..." He called three or four times. I instantly became alert, but didn't dare answer. What should I do?

My son was touching my thigh. A few days ago, I felt something was off; he kept glancing at my neckline while sweeping. I remember once throwing my stockings, underwear, and dirty clothes in the bathroom together, but my son threw them in the washing machine and washed them. He never did housework before. My son's actions pulled me back to reality. Seeing that I didn't move, he slowly climbed onto me. I was wearing a silk nightgown with a tight-fitting panty underneath, and my legs, which had been spread apart, were still spread because I hadn't dared to move. My son was supporting himself on the bed with one hand, his body between my legs, and from the sound of his other hand, he was taking off his panties. Oh my god, what was he trying to do? Could he be trying to have sex with me? I'm his mother! If he got an erection and thrust forward, he could just penetrate me. I know that teenagers have sexual urges towards the opposite sex, but this was too unexpected. What should I do? What should I do? If I woke up now, would my son be embarrassed? What could I say?

Would this embarrassment create resentment and create a rift between us? Before I could finish my internal struggle, my son's fingers had already pulled my panties to the side, exposing my vulva to his exposed crotch. I could even feel the heat emanating from his swollen penis. At that moment, instead of fear, I felt a strange sense of anticipation. My son tentatively called out "Mom" a couple more times. I continued to pretend to be asleep. My son began to slowly push his penis forward, rubbing it between my legs but unable to penetrate. I'm quite sensitive, and his rubbing made my legs weak and my teeth itch, but I couldn't move. He changed hands twice before finding the right spot, and the head of his penis slid in. Then he slowly pushed it in. At first, I frowned... I grimaced. It was so thick! Luckily, I had already produced a lot of fluid from the friction, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. But the penis kept pushing all the way to the cervix, and I still couldn't feel my son's scrotum, meaning there was still a part outside. My son slowly and carefully thrust back and forth, which was really tough on me. I really wanted to roll over and straddle him. My husband hadn't touched me for two months, and he was always limp. My son's iron-like penis was rubbing against me... Before I could finish thinking, I felt my son's penis swell and ejaculate inside me. Hot semen flowed into my uterus without stopping. Oh no, today was my fertile period. When my son ejaculated, I could vaguely hear his suppressed roar.

I didn't dare move at all. After a while, I seemed to hear my son's faint snoring. I slowly got out of bed, went into the bathroom without turning on the light, and sat blankly on the toilet. Sometimes at home, my son was shirtless, and I had thought about what it would feel like to be on top of him, but just thinking about it would immediately be scolded by reason. But now, my son's semen was inside me, and I could clearly feel it slowly dripping from the inner walls of my vagina. Was this promiscuity? But the desire deep inside me didn't seem to be rejected; it was just a deep sense of guilt. I didn't know what to do.

The next morning, my son woke me up early. When I saw it was already seven o'clock, I hurriedly got up to cook. I felt my son secretly glancing at me while he ate, but I pretended to be nonchalant. I guess he didn't notice anything unusual. I clearly breathed a sigh of relief when he went to school.

After my son left for school, I lay on the bed, my mind still a mess, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I remembered that my son had ejaculated inside me last night, so I quickly went downstairs to the pharmacy and bought some condoms.

As I was going upstairs, I ran into my neighbor, Sister Zhao, who was also a mother accompanying her son to school. Our sons were in the same class, but he hadn't done well on his exams last year and had to repeat a year. Because we got along well and had a lot of free time, we became good friends within two months. When she saw me in the hallway, she greeted me warmly, saying, "Perfect timing, Meizi! My relatives brought me some live hairy crabs, saying they need to be brushed, but I'm too scared to do it. Come help me out, they're good stuff, make sure the kids have some." I was also free at the time, and my mind was a bit scattered, so I just replied, "Okay, Sister Zhao, I'll be right there." In Sister Zhao's room, we brushed the crabs with toothbrushes and chatted. The conversation eventually turned to children's teenage sexual urges. Sister Zhao was quite open and didn't mince words, saying, "My son was watching HP on his phone in the bathroom the other day, and he didn't lock the door. I pushed it open and saw him. He laughed so hard he didn't talk to me for two days, hahaha..." I looked at her incredulously and said, "Won't you feel embarrassed?" "What's embarrassing? It's normal for kids this age. They're curious about this kind of knowledge and need guidance. We need to find a way to communicate with them on this topic and help them develop a correct and healthy view of sex." "It just feels weird," I said. "Just tell me what's weird about it. Let me tell you," Sister Zhao suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Last year, the woman next to me in Building 6, Sister Li, would moan and groan in bed every night. You could hear it in the hallway. There were her and her son in the room. Who do you think was having sex with her? Sometimes the bed board would slap loudly. Young men have such high energy." "Ah..." I looked at Sister Zhao in disbelief.

"Haha, scared you, huh? I was scared too. I discussed it with her later," Sister Zhao said.

"Discussion? How did you two start this? Um, how was your sex life with your son at night...?" Before I could finish, I felt my face flush. "Hahaha..." Sister Zhao saw my reaction. "Oh my, you're already forty years old and still shy about this? You're killing me!" "Alright, Sister Zhao, stop teasing me. How did you two discuss it?" "We were just chatting casually. There was a news story about a child who jumped out of a window and died while trying to steal a condom. We started talking about children's sex education, and that's how it started. What I just told you was what she told me." "And what about you, Sister Zhao?" I looked at Sister

Zhao with a playful expression.

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