Accompanying mother

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She looked up at me and laughed, "Oh, look at you, are you going to tell me what to do?" "Really, Sister Zhao?" I suddenly became serious when I saw Sister Zhao's behavior. "Alright, alright, start cooking the crabs." Sister Zhao changed the subject.

This change of subject made me even more interested. "Sister Zhao?"

After the crabs were cooked, I still pressed her for an answer. Sister Zhao just smiled, her attitude clearly acknowledging her relationship with her son. Since Sister Zhao had already said so much, I told her about what happened last night. Of course, I didn't say that my son had penetrated me and made me ejaculate inside, but that my son had touched my butt and thighs in bed.

"If he really wants to do it, just let him. He's your son. You don't have to worry about him talking about it outside. It's your own family, behind closed doors. Who knows what's going on? Besides, he's in his final year of high school. Don't suppress his feelings because of this. Once he has a girlfriend, he won't care about us 40-something old women anymore," Sister Zhao said.

"Like this..."

"Alright, don't think I don't know, you secretly wished he would fuck you the moment he touched you, didn't you?" Sister Zhao scolded mercilessly. "Sister Zhao!" My face flushed red.

"Hahaha, still blushing, hahaha..."

"Sister Zhao, don't embarrass me, tell me when you and your son started this," I asked smugly. "Oh, look at you, still acting like a little wife," Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me and continued:

"It was after I found out my son was looking at HP that I neglected me for two days. Then I took a shower, and that kid came in naked, looking like he was giving up on life and was fighting for his life. He hugged me and kissed me, and it broke my heart. That's how I let that kid have his way." "Just like that?" I looked at Sister Zhao with a wicked smile.

"Okay, okay, that day happened to be a Saturday. I let him have sex with me seven times in one night. The next day, he could barely stand up. He wanted to have sex with me again early in the morning. I had to scold him before he would stop. Are you satisfied now?" Sister Zhao looked at me angrily and said, but I still wouldn't let it go. "Do you do it every day now?"

"Of course not, about once every three or four days. My principle is to wait until he does well on his exams, but I can't help it." "After all, he's a young boy, of course he can't help it."

"Actually, it's me who can't help it, but as a mother, I can't say anything. So I wear some sexy underwear or pajamas, and he naturally begs me. Then I scold him and let him have sex with me." "Hahaha." This time it was my turn to laugh.

We chatted for a long time without any guard up, and while the children were eating crabs together, we looked at them and smiled.

A week later, I felt that sudden drowsiness again. I felt something was wrong; my son must have given me some kind of drug. This couldn't go on. So, as if making a decision, I changed into a sexy nightgown, took off my bra, and lay down on the bed to sleep. After lying there for a moment, I thought about it and took off my underwear. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Sister Zhao, explaining the situation. Sister Zhao replied immediately, sounding very excited. Just then, I heard two noises from the bedroom wall. Immediately afterward, Sister Zhao sent a message saying, "Did you hear that? I'll give you two some fun later." I didn't know what she was up to, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy.

I was woken up shortly after falling asleep. Just as I imagined, my son was behind me, using his 18-centimeter penis to stimulate my vagina. He was lying on his side behind me, his hands on my waist, thrusting with restraint. At that moment, I vaguely heard the sounds of Sister Zhao's bed next door. Then my son sped up his thrusting. I didn't know if it was the stimulation from the sounds of the bed next door or if he was about to ejaculate. Knowing that my chance was running out, I turned around, hugged my son, and kissed him. My son was stunned. My tongue roamed in his mouth, and he ejaculated immediately. I could feel my thighs covered in hot semen. I whispered in his ear, "You dare to do this to your own mother? You've got some nerve." My son was so scared that he knelt down on the floor with a thud. "Mom, I was wrong. I'll never do it again," I said, getting up. "Look at you, acting like a coward. You're not a real man. You can't apologize to a woman like that in bed." "Come on up, today Mom will teach you how to be a man," she said, pulling him up and taking his still-sperm penis into her mouth. I was startled by my own actions. What was wrong with me? Maybe it was Sister Zhao's words that had prepared me, or maybe it was the repression of so many years, or perhaps it was the stimulation from promiscuity. I felt like a slut.

My son's penis quickly hardened again under my oral sex. This time, without any restraint, he lifted me up, adjusted my position, and pinned me down. His strong muscles made my eyes glaze over. This was my son, but this tall guy, holding his penis, couldn't find the entrance. I moved my buttocks to meet his, and the brat went in, thrusting all the way in. One second I was laughing at him in my heart, the next I couldn't catch my breath. Then came the jackhammer-like thrusting. I was almost suffocating, hoarsely saying, "Slow down, son, slow down... ah... you're killing Mommy... ah... ah..." I finally managed to take a deep breath between thrusts, and was about to say, "Silly son, slow down," when my son suddenly thrust in again, turning my breath into a single "ah..." I quickly covered my mouth, thinking, "It's over, it's over, the whole floor can hear now." Just then, my son's hot semen surged into my uterus again, and the heat from it made me ejaculate.

I had planned to talk to my son about sex and related knowledge all night, and I had even prepared the words, but I completely forgot them because my son barely stopped talking all night.

"Fuck me, fuck me to death, Mom will let you fuck me... ah... good... son... ah... be gentle... ah... Mom is coming again... ah..." "Mom can't take it anymore, please, son, ah..."

I don't know how many times I did it that night. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My son wasn't home; he had already gone to school. I got up, my back felt like it was broken, so I lay back down. I opened my phone and found that Sister Zhao had sent me a lot of voice messages: "Meizi, I didn't expect that someone who is usually so quiet would moan louder than me in bed, hahaha." "Your son is so amazing, he's still going on." "Be careful of the child's body, it's already 9 o'clock."

"I can't take it anymore, you're making me moan."

"My son woke me up by sucking him, hahaha, this kid looks completely bewildered." "Ah... good son... big dick son... harder... ah..." I read them one by one. It was too crazy, so crazy it was unreal, but my swollen little pussy was still throbbing.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

I asked and found out it was Sister Zhao, so I opened the door without changing my clothes.

Sister Zhao came in and looked at me with a wicked smile: "Hahaha, how was it? Someone stayed up all night last night. Did it feel good with your own son? Come on, Reporter Zhao, come to my house for an exclusive interview." "My back is killing me, and it still feels weird." "Oh, oh, oh, keep pretending. Don't think I don't know. You had a blast last night, didn't you? You haven't felt like this in decades, have you? Let me tell you, Meizi, this is really addictive." Sister Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a wistful expression.

"What if my family finds out? What if others know? I'll be too ashamed to face anyone..." (

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