The promiscuous mother of a professional killer

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-23

I am a single mother. My husband left me and my son when my career was at its peak. I was
26 years old, and my son, Ye Ping, was five. At that time, I was a washed-up print model, somewhat
famous in the industry. My skin, breasts, legs, and feet were renowned for their beauty, and I was frequently sought after as a spokesperson for
beauty products, bras, breast enhancement products, stockings, boots, and high heels
, which allowed me to accumulate some savings. Around this time, I married my boyfriend of five years.

After the marriage, I learned that my husband, who had always maintained a mysterious facade, was actually a professional assassin, just as successful as I was in his career
. He basically wouldn't take on a deal worth less than ten million US dollars, so now my assets are
worth hundreds of millions. When I received our wedding ring, my husband was preparing to retire from his life of crime and start a company to support me
as a full-time housewife, which I gladly accepted. However, a sudden disaster struck.
Before he even started the company, he was murdered by his enemies. Before he died, he told me, "You'll have to pay for what you've done sooner or later."

I was heartbroken for a long time because of this. But when I discovered that my son looked just as handsome and
gentlemanly , I felt relieved and began to focus on my son. While raising him, I also joined
a yoga club and became an instructor there.

One day, I was giving my son a bath. His small frame possessed a breathtaking charm, and for some reason, I
was overwhelmed with emotion. My son had beautiful bones, and his skin felt incredibly smooth. As I lathered him with
soap , I found myself breathing heavily,
captivated by his small body.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" my son asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"N-nothing..." I stammered.

Just then, I accidentally touched his still-developing penis, and somehow it
became erect. I rubbed the soapy water on his penis a few times, and my son
involuntarily interrupted me. It made my son and me very embarrassed. After hastily washing him,
we left each other. My son, for some reason, gave himself a perfunctory rinse, dried himself,
and left the bathroom.

At that moment, I felt very empty and lonely. My hands involuntarily reached for my genitals and breasts, and
I began to rub them. At this moment, a moan escaped my lips. I masturbated! For my son, I masturbated!
My excitement was overflowing, but a strange emptiness welled up inside me. Sigh!

When I was thirty-two, my son mysteriously disappeared for a whole year. I didn't know
why he disappeared. I reported it to the police, but it became a cold case. After three months of investigation,
there was no , so I gave up. That year, I couldn't eat or sleep. Soon, I became depressed and
gloomy. To alleviate the pain of missing my son, I worked tirelessly as a yoga instructor,
teaching at different times for yoga enthusiasts. My boss, seeing me like this, couldn't bear it. Sometimes she even used the excuse of firing me to let me go home
and rest. She's truly my best friend! (Note: My boss is a woman.
We met when we practiced yoga together and became good friends. That's how I became an instructor at her yoga club
.)

A year later, my son came back. Besides being handsome and gentlemanly, he also seemed
strong and cold. Sometimes, I
saw —a murderous aura. Murderous aura! I realized something was wrong:
how could an eleven-year-old boy have the murderous aura of a killer? Could it be…? I was terrified! I was scared!

So I asked my son, and the way he looked at me became incredibly gentle and captivating
. I was mesmerized. His gaze was exactly the same as my husband's. Without realizing it, I fell in love with my
son —the kind of love between a man and a woman.

My son replied, "I've become an assassin, but not the kind my father was.

Mom, don't worry, I won't end up like him. Because I'm a special kind of assassin—
a Soul-Destroying Assassin. This is a profession that upholds justice and only kills the most heinous criminals.

I will die of old age, but I won't be killed, even by suicide. And I'm invulnerable to bullets and cannonballs—
truly immortal. I was chosen by the organization, so don't worry! Please keep this a secret, Mom. What I
just told you was approved by the organization; otherwise, you'd never know what I do."

After hearing my son's words, I felt relieved. And so, a wonderful life awaited

my

son and me…

Five years after my son returned, I was thirty-seven years old. Because we had more savings than we
could ever spend , I became a full-time mom and full-time housewife. That year, I seduced my son. For

the past few years, I had been observing my son all the time, unless he was on a mission. The longest mission lasted
three months son was growing up. At sixteen, he had the body of a young man in his early twenties,
and he was very strong and fit. He had developed muscles all over his body, like Schwarzenegger. I don't know what happened to me, or
when it started, but I became obsessed with his beautiful body. Several times, after my son came out of the shower, his wet
hair and fit body made me breathless and hot all over. I thought to myself, "What a sexy son!"

Unconsciously, incestuous thoughts began to sprout. I started a seduction plan, but
every time I tried to carry it out, my son would always be on duty. I was helpless.

I never wore underwear at home, only a bathrobe. When my son was around, I would always strike seductive poses,
but he was too naive and never understood my intentions. Sometimes, I would wear pantyhose and high heels to arouse
his interest, but that didn't work either. At this point, lust had already taken over my morals. It was so painful!! Without realizing it ,

I became increasingly sexy, perhaps due to my mindset.

Because this is Hainan Province in China, where it's summer all year round, I always dress like a
hostess .

My delicate face is adorned with alluring light makeup, though I never wear heavy makeup for skincare. I often wear sleeveless
, low-cut tops, occasionally revealing my flat stomach and alluring navel. My lower body is frequently covered by miniskirts and office lady
skirts, showing off my attractive thighs; sometimes, my plump little butt is even visible from behind. Sometimes I wear...
She wore pantyhose, sometimes stockings, and sometimes fishnet stockings, looking very sexy. She never wore
flats , always high heels, usually three-inch heels, sometimes seven-inch.

One day, an opportunity arose that allowed me and my son to enjoy intimate moments…

That evening, on my way home, I noticed two people following me, acting suspiciously. When
I reached a quiet, deserted alleyway, suddenly two people picked me up. One of them
covered my mouth and tied my arms behind my back. I screamed desperately, but it was no use.

They ripped off all my clothes, and because of my struggles, the twisting of my upper body, and
the violent kicking , they removed my clothes unusually slowly. They were clearly panicking and started tearing my clothes.

I was desperate and heartbroken. In my heart, I cried out, "My son! Help your mother!"

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Then, using some unknown method, they
stripped themselves naked, revealing their repulsive genitals, ready to penetrate me.

"Wow! This slut's genitals are so beautiful, I can't resist!"

"Let me enjoy myself first, you go keep watch."

"Okay! I'll be right back!"

"Call me 'love brother'... I won't..."

I received a slap on the face, a trickle of blood at the corner of my mouth, and I cried even harder. When that
lecherous rod penetrated me, I felt pain, a result of the unnecessary foreplay. After he had thrust in and
out about ten times, I was struggling and didn't react at all. Suddenly,
there was no movement.

When I came to my senses, I saw a man in a suit with his hands outstretched like claws, beneath which
a grayish-green light shimmered. After a moment, the light diminished and disappeared from my sight. In the light
, I could see the man's face clearly—it was my son! My good son had come to save me! I cried out in
my heart , and without realizing it, a charming smile appeared on my face.

"Mom! I've come to save you. Are you alright?" my son asked with concern. At that moment, the rope binding my hands was untied.
I straightened my clothes and realized some were no longer wearable, especially my upper body. My son gentlemanly took off
his suit jacket and gave it to me. Instantly, I felt a warm glow in my heart.

"Son! Waaah!" Hearing my son's concern, I hugged him tightly, crying like a child who, after suffering
outside , returns home to feel the love of their family.

"Okay, okay, let's go home. Don't cry!" my son said gently.

I nodded, and we went home.

Back home, I went into the bathroom. While showering, I made up my mind…

After showering, I came out wearing only a large bath towel.

"What was that move you just made?" I didn't know how to start, but then I remembered the glow in my son's
hand and asked.

"Soul Destroyer. It's a technique used after killing someone, before their soul leaves their body, causing their
soul . It doesn't work on living people," my son explained.

I nodded and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Son, do you think Mommy is beautiful?"

"Beautiful! My mommy is the most beautiful woman in the world. Why do you ask?"

my son answered confidently.

"Hmph! I can tell you're not telling the truth. I'm getting old, and there are plenty of people prettier than me."

I was just teasing my son like a little girl.

"I'm not!" my son exclaimed, clearly he had really noticed me.

"You're lying!" I persisted.

"Mom, I've noticed you since I was little. Your beauty is something I'll never forget. Let me tell you a secret:
when you bathed me when I was eight, I saw your beautiful body—your

face, your skin, your full breasts, your slender waist, your shapely hips, your jade-like legs, your

beautiful feet—everything about you is deeply etched in my heart. I can't live without you!"

My son grabbed my shoulders, looking at me with deep affection, and said something that seemed out of nowhere. I was stunned.
At that moment I thought: So, even before I tried to seduce him, he was already infatuated with me! This kid!

"So, Mom is that good!" Coming back to my senses, I smiled and turned my head away.

"Yes!" My son nodded firmly.

"Seeing how sure you are, I'll reward you." I pulled off my towel and glanced at him.
I noticed that his eyes held not only admiration but also a hidden lust.

"Don't rush, take off your pants, and your underwear too!" I teased. My son unexpectedly
pulled off his outer pants and underwear, looking at a side of him I had never seen before.

His penis was huge, much larger than when I bathed him as a baby. It was the typical
Western style, with a thick, long penis and a very large scrotum. Ah!

It felt so good! I could almost feel it entering my body. My breathing quickened, and
my whole body heated up, like I had taken an aphrodisiac.

I knelt between my son's legs, and the moment my hand grasped his penis, I couldn't let go. The scent,
the masculine scent, intoxicated me. I frantically stroked, licked, and sucked. So fragrant! So beautiful!

I felt unparalleled happiness.

"Hiss! Ah! Hiss! Ah!" my
son and reached the other between my legs, frantically rubbing my clitoris, occasionally
inserting my fingers into my labia, which were already overflowing with wetness.
Because , I could only make soft moaning sounds.

About half an hour later, my son finally ejaculated amidst shouts. A thick stream of semen
filled my mouth. Because there was so much, the rest spilled out and dripped onto my body, sticky and
emitting an enticing smell. At this moment, I swallowed the semen in my mouth. It was salty with a hint of
sweetness, it tasted so good!

"Ah! So good! Good Mom! This is my first time ejaculating! It feels so good!" my son said to me after ejaculating.

"Really! My son is so good to give me his first time like this. This is a beauty treasure for women!

Pure yang essence!" When I heard that it was my son's first ejaculation, a
look .

"Mommy, how about I make you feel good?" my son asked.

"Good boy! That's enough for today, too much isn't good either," I said, feigning reluctance.

"No! I want it now!" my son pleaded.

"Okay, okay, it's been so long, be gentle!" So I lay on the bed, spread my legs,
bent my knees and straightened my legs, biting my fingers, looking at my son with longing. Seeing me like this, my son exclaimed,
"Mommy, you're such a captivating little vixen!"

"You naughty son!" I was completely exhausted, waiting for my son to penetrate me.

"Mommy, I'm back!" My son finally returned to my body.

"Ah! Gently..." I felt as if my labia were being torn apart. After years of silence, my
labia were finally penetrated by someone who was practically impossible for me to have a relationship with. Due to ethical and moral factors,
I felt unusually excited. Soon, I felt an unbearable itching sensation in my labia.

"No! Don't stop! Harder! Ahhhhh! Yes! Just like that! Ahhh!" I moaned seductively.
My son noticed my wantonness and began his "hard work" and vigorous "plowing."

"Is it good for you, son?" my son asked.

"Mmm! Ah! Ahhhh!" I moaned shyly, completely ignoring my son's question. I was so embarrassed
!

"Tell me! Is it good for you, son?" my son asked again.

"So good! So good! Ahhhhh!" I could only answer him.

"What are you doing now, son?" My son started to make things difficult for me again.

"Fuck me! Ahhhh! Ah! Ahhhh!" I answered and groaned.

"Say it completely." My son commanded.

"Son is here! Son is here! Fuck her! Mom! Ahhhh!" I managed to say the "complete answer" with difficulty.

"Say it again." My son used even more force this time.

"Ahhhh! Son! He's fucking his mom! Ahhhh!" I hugged him at this moment and felt the changes in my
body because I was about to have an orgasm.

"Ahhhh! Mom! I came! Ah!!!" After a lot of "torture", the orgasm finally came.
This was the most enjoyable orgasm I had ever had. A lot of vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Ah!" My son ejaculated then too.

Early the next morning, I embraced my precious son, his penis still inside me,
his eyes closed, a blissful smile on his face. I felt an indescribable sweetness.

"Mom, you're awake?" My son woke up too.

"Yeah, last night you... you..." I answered him shyly.

"What did I do to Mom?" My son pressed on.

"Good! So comfortable! Hmm, I'm done!" I was incredibly embarrassed.

"With a mother like this, what more could a husband ask for?" my son exclaimed.

"Really? Mom doesn't believe me." I questioned, but my heart was filled with endless sweetness.

"Really!" my son said seriously.

"Tell me, how am I alright?" I asked, wanting to hear his explanation.

"First of all, your identity as my mother has already aroused me. Incest between a mother and son is morally
unacceptable. I hadn't thought about it before, but last night, your seduction of me excited me greatly. Then,
your body is intoxicating. Your face is charming and alluring, your arms are long, fair, and delicate,
your breasts , your hips are flat, your buttocks are plump, your legs are long and beautiful, your feet are lovely, and your skin is smooth and luscious
—it all fascinates me. Finally, and most importantly, I love you. I truly love you,"

the son explained.

"You little rascal, what did you mean I seduced you? Am I really that despicable?" Hearing the word "seduced"
filled me with immense pride, then his description of my body filled me with even more pride, and finally, hearing him say he loved
me—clearly romantic love—made me feel incredibly happy.

I playfully scolded him.

"I want to see Mommy's genitals. I didn't get a good look last night!" my son demanded.

"Okay!" I shyly opened my legs, and my son knelt between my legs, beginning to scrutinize my
genitals .

"Mommy's pubic area is so beautiful! The sparse pubic hair makes her labia look incredibly clean, and the labia and vaginal opening are incredibly
rosy and tender. Her clitoris is plump, like a plump abalone. Her clitoris is as tender as a cardamom, and there are so many
folds ! No wonder I enjoyed it so much last night!" My son said as he worked on her, and at that moment, I started to feel
it!

"Ah! How! How! So many! So many G-spots, it feels so good! It feels so good! I'm
about to cum! Ahhhhh!" At that moment, I sensed something was wrong. Every time my son inserted his finger into my vagina and started
stirring, I felt like I was going to pee. It was so strange yet so good!

"Mommy's juices are so sweet! Sweeter and more refreshing than mountain spring water!" I watched my son
suck on my juices and lick my labia.

"Ah! Ahh! Harder! Lick it! It feels so good! It feels so good! Ahhhhhh..."

Seeing this made me even more excited.

Not long after, with a series of strange "splish-splish" sounds, I reached my climax, and
a stream of white fluid shot out from my vagina, landing on my son's face.

"Wow! Mommy squirted! So that's how you do it, Mommy, I'm so lucky!" my son exclaimed.

"Huff! Huff! So good!" I was out of breath.

"Mom, does it feel good?" My son hugged me tenderly, making me feel a little warmth.

I nodded, noticing that his genitals were still hard, and felt sorry for him. So I
reached down to his genitals, found his penis, and without a word, inserted it into my vagina.
My son cooperated perfectly in this series of movements, as if he had planned it all along. And so we spent

a lewd morning...

These past few days we've been making love wildly. Whenever our bodies are close, we can't help but indulge in lewdness.
Gradually, I feel that this is a part of my life, something I can't live without. I can't live without this
lewd life, and even more so, I can't live without my loving son, whom I love.

He went on a mission again today, leaving me all alone at home, feeling an unbearable emptiness.

I flipped through the calendar and realized today is the anniversary of my husband's death. I went to the mall and bought a bouquet of flowers and some homemade
offerings. When I saw his photo on his grave, I felt a wave of confusion and helplessness wash over me.
For no reason at all, I burst into tears.

"Waaah! Husband, I'm so sorry. I did this with our son, but I love you, and I
love our son even more. Now I realize I can't live without him. You'll forgive me, won't you? I..."

I poured out my anguish and guilt, and without realizing it, the burden in my heart lessened considerably. I believed my husband would
forgive me.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamt of my husband, and he said to me, "I know you're suffering, and
I will forgive you. Actually, I feel very guilty too, for making you lose even the smallest bit of
your rights . I hope our son will take good care of you..."

When I woke up, I felt refreshed and energetic, and I had the motivation to do everything. After taking a shower and having
breakfast , I went shopping at the supermarket and mall.

When I got to the lingerie counter, looking at the hot and sexy lingerie, I felt a surge of excitement for no reason; every
pore on my body stood on end.

"Miss, what style are you looking for?" the sales assistant asked.

"Do you have... for couples..." I stammered, embarrassed.

"This is one of our new arrivals, please take a look..." The sales assistant, after a moment of realization, pulled out a new style of lingerie from a corner
and introduced it to me. At first glance, I realized it was a vest and garter belt
connected ; during sex, you didn't need to wear underwear or a bra, just stockings and high heels,
and you'd have a seductive effect. I was very satisfied with the lingerie, and the thought of my son's
stunned made me even more excited.

I bought the lingerie without haggling; it was rose-colored, a very sexy color.

Back home, my son told me something that made our sex life even
more wonderful.

"I'm not an assassin anymore because they said my missions were terrible, so they're giving me some peripheral
work . I'll start working at my new job in the city next week," my son told me.

"Okay, from now on I'll be your stay-at-home wife," I said shyly.

"No, you'll always be my mother, that can't be changed. We're mother and son, and lovers too. That
's good!" my son said, looking at me affectionately.

"I have a surprise for you tonight!" I teased my son.

"I have a surprise for you too," he replied.

That evening, my son and I had a candlelight dinner. It was incredibly romantic and warm. We ate and
whispered sweet nothings that only lovers whisper, and clinked glasses. Before we knew it, it was time to exchange gifts.
I went into the bedroom first and locked the door, leaving my son waiting for me.

I took a shower first, thoroughly washing my labia and anus, and applying
lotion to make myself smell wonderful. Then I put on light makeup, including pink lip gloss
, which made my lips look very sexy. Then I put on the lingerie I'd bought from the mall, found a pair of flesh-colored
stockings and put them on, and then found a pair of sheer, colorless, unworn seven-inch sandals and put them on
. Finally, I draped a cotton robe over my shoulders and walked out of the room.

"It's been an hour! You're so slow! What's the gift?" my son asked.

"Let me see my gift first," I said.

"Marry me!" At that moment, my son knelt down on one knee like a true gentleman, took out a diamond ring, and
proposed to me. I was so moved that I couldn't speak, and tears welled up in my eyes. I held out my hand and watched
my son place the beautiful diamond ring on the ring finger of my left hand. Instantly, happiness filled the entire house.

"This is my gift to you." I then unbuttoned my robe and tossed it aside.

"So beautiful! So sexy!" My son was already completely naked, his lower body throbbing with desire.

"Let me suck on it for you first." I knelt down, gently stroking his thick, long
member beneath him, my breathing quickening as I became aroused.

Suddenly, a flash of bright light, and I saw my son, already a bloody mess, lifeless.

At that moment, I was heartbroken and wailed. Looking at the source of the bright light, I saw a
man in a suit glaring at me. I yelled, "Why?! Why are you treating me and my child like this?!!"

He said one sentence to me and then left: "Violating morality, he deserves to die."

Me: "..."

I am a single mother. My husband left me and my son when I was successful in my career. I was twenty-six years old that year
, and my son Ye Ping was five years old. At that time, I was a washed-up print model, somewhat
famous in the industry. My skin, breasts, legs, and feet were renowned for their beauty, and I was frequently sought after as a spokesperson
for beauty products, bras, breast enhancement products, stockings, boots, and high heels
, which allowed me to accumulate some savings. Around this time, I married my boyfriend of five years.

After the marriage, I learned that my husband, who had always maintained a secrecy, was actually a professional assassin, just as
successful as I was in his career. He basically wouldn't take on a deal worth less than ten million US dollars, so now my assets are worth
hundreds of millions. When I received my wedding ring, my husband announced his retirement from the business, planning to start a company to support me and make me
a full-time housewife, which I gladly accepted. But a sudden disaster struck. My husband
was murdered by his enemies before he even started his company. Before he died, he told me, "You'll have to pay for what you're doing sooner or later."

I was heartbroken for a long time because of this. It wasn't until I discovered that my son looked just as handsome and
gentlemanly I felt at peace and began to focus on him. While raising my son, I also
joined a yoga club and became an instructor there.

One day, I was bathing my son. His small frame had a breathtaking charm. For some reason, I
was filled with so many emotions. My son had beautiful bones and his skin felt so smooth to the touch. As I was washing him with
soap , I found myself breathing heavily,
captivated by his small body.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" my son asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"N-nothing..." I stammered.

Just then, I accidentally touched his still-developing penis, and somehow it
became erect. I rubbed the soapy water on it a few times, but my son
involuntarily interrupted me. It was incredibly awkward for both of us. After a quick wash,
We left each other. My son, for some reason, quickly and perfunctorily showered, dried himself, and
left the bathroom.

At that moment, I felt incredibly empty and lonely. My hands involuntarily reached for my genitals and breasts, and
I began to rub them. A moan escaped my lips. I masturbated! For my son, I masturbated!
My excitement was palpable, yet a strange emptiness welled up inside me. Sigh!

When I was thirty-two, my son mysteriously disappeared for a whole year. I didn't know
why he disappeared. I reported it to the police, but it became a cold case. After three months of investigation,
there wasn't , so I gave up. That year, I couldn't eat or sleep. Soon, I became depressed and
gloomy. To alleviate the pain of missing my son, I worked tirelessly as a yoga instructor,
teaching at different times for yoga enthusiasts. My boss, seeing me like this, couldn't bear it. Sometimes she even used the excuse of firing me to let me go home
and rest. She's truly my best friend! (Note: My boss is a woman.
We met when we practiced yoga together and became good friends. That's how I became an instructor at her yoga club
.)

A year later, my son came back. Besides being handsome and gentlemanly, he also seemed
strong and cold. Sometimes, I
saw —a murderous aura. Murderous aura! I realized something was wrong:
how could an eleven-year-old boy have the murderous aura of a killer? Could it be…? I was terrified! I was scared!

So I asked my son, and the way he looked at me became incredibly gentle and captivating
. I was mesmerized. His gaze was exactly the same as my husband's. Without realizing it, I fell in love with my
son —the kind of love between a man and a woman.

My son replied, "I've become an assassin, but not the kind my father was.

Mom, don't worry, I won't end up like him. Because I'm a special kind of assassin—
a Soul-Destroying Assassin. This is a profession that upholds justice and only kills the most heinous criminals.

I will die of old age, but I won't be killed, even by suicide. And I'm invulnerable to bullets and cannonballs—
truly immortal. I was chosen by the organization, so don't worry! Please keep this a secret, Mom. What I
just told you was approved by the organization; otherwise, you'd never know what I do."

After hearing my son's words, I felt relieved. And so, a wonderful life awaited

my

son and me…

Five years after my son returned, I was thirty-seven years old. Because we had more savings than we
could ever spend , I became a full-time mom and full-time housewife. That year, I seduced my son. For

the past few years, I had been observing my son all the time, unless he was on a mission. The longest mission lasted
three months son was growing up. At sixteen, he had the body of a young man in his early twenties,
and he was very strong and fit. He had developed muscles all over his body, like Schwarzenegger. I don't know what happened to me, or
when it started, but I became obsessed with his beautiful body. Several times, after my son came out of the shower, his wet
hair and fit body made me breathless and hot all over. I thought to myself, "What a sexy son!"

Unconsciously, incestuous thoughts began to sprout. I started a seduction plan, but
every time I tried to carry it out, my son would always be on duty. I was helpless.

I never wore underwear at home, only a bathrobe. When my son was around, I would always strike seductive poses,
but he was too naive and never understood my intentions. Sometimes, I would wear pantyhose and high heels to arouse
his interest, but that didn't work either. At this point, lust had already taken over my morals. It was so painful!! Without realizing it ,

I became increasingly sexy, perhaps due to my mindset.

Since this is Hainan Province in China, where it's summer all year round, I always dress like a
hostess .

My delicate face is adorned with alluring light makeup, though I never wear heavy makeup for skincare. I often wear sleeveless
, low-cut tops, occasionally revealing my flat stomach and alluring navel. My lower body is frequently clad in miniskirts and office lady
skirts, showcasing my captivating thighs, and sometimes my plump little buttocks are even visible from behind. Sometimes I wear
pantyhose, sometimes stockings, and sometimes fishnet stockings, making me look incredibly sexy. I never wear
flat shoes ; it's always high heels, usually three-inch heels, sometimes seven-inch.

One day, an opportunity arose that allowed me and my son to enjoy intimate moments…

That evening, as I returned home, I noticed two people following me suspiciously. When
I reached a quiet, deserted alleyway, suddenly the two men picked me up. One of them
covered my mouth and tied my arms behind my back. I screamed desperately, but it was no use.

They ripped off all my clothes, but my struggles, the twisting of my upper body, and
the kicking made it extremely slow for them to remove them. At this point, they clearly panicked and began tearing my clothes.

At that moment, I was filled with despair and heartbreak. In my heart, I cried out, "My son! Come and save your mother!"

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Then, using some unknown method, they
stripped off all their clothes, revealing their repulsive genitals, ready to penetrate me.

"Wow! This slut's genitals are so beautiful, I can't resist them!"

"Let me enjoy myself first, you go keep watch."

"Okay! I'll be right back!"

"Call me 'love brother'... I won't..."

At that moment, I received a slap on the face, a trickle of blood at the corner of my mouth. I cried even harder. When that
lecherous rod was inserted, I felt pain, a result of the unnecessary foreplay. After he had thrust in and
out about ten times, I was struggling and didn't react at all. Suddenly,
there was no movement.

When I came to my senses, I saw a man in a suit with his hands outstretched like claws, beneath which
a grayish-green light shimmered. After a moment, the light diminished and disappeared from my sight. In the light
, I could see the man's face clearly—it was my son! My good son had come to save me! I cried out in
my heart , and without realizing it, a charming smile appeared on my face.

"Mom! I've come to save you. Are you alright?" my son asked with concern. At that moment, the rope binding my hands was untied.
I straightened my clothes and realized some were no longer wearable, especially my upper body. My son gentlemanly took off
his suit jacket and gave it to me. Instantly, I felt a warm glow in my heart.

"Son! Waaah!" Hearing my son's concern, I hugged him tightly, crying like a child who, after suffering
outside , returns home to feel the love of their family.

"Okay, okay, let's go home. Don't cry!" my son said gently.

I nodded, and we went home.

Back home, I went into the bathroom. While showering, I made up my mind…

After showering, I came out wearing only a large bath towel.

"What was that move you just made?" I didn't know how to start, but then I remembered the glow in my son's
hand and asked.

"Soul Destroyer. It's a technique used after killing someone, before their soul leaves their body, causing their
soul . It doesn't work on living people," my son explained.

I nodded and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Son, do you think Mommy is beautiful?"

"Beautiful! My mommy is the most beautiful woman in the world. Why do you ask?"

my son answered confidently.

"Hmph! I can tell you're not telling the truth. I'm getting old, and there are plenty of people prettier than me."

I was just teasing my son like a little girl.

"I'm not!" my son exclaimed, clearly he had really noticed me.

"You're lying!" I persisted.

"Mom, I've noticed you since I was little. Your beauty is something I'll never forget. Let me tell you a secret:
when you bathed me when I was eight, I saw your beautiful body—your

face, your skin, your full breasts, your slender waist, your shapely hips, your jade-like legs, your

beautiful feet—everything about you is deeply etched in my heart. I can't live without you!"

My son grabbed my shoulders, looking at me with deep affection, and said something that seemed out of nowhere. I was stunned.
At that moment I thought: So, even before I tried to seduce him, he was already infatuated with me! This kid!

"So, Mom is that good!" Coming back to my senses, I smiled and turned my head away.

"Yes!" My son nodded firmly.

"Seeing how sure you are, I'll reward you." I pulled off my towel and glanced at him.
I noticed that his eyes held not only admiration but also a hidden lust.

"Don't rush, take off your pants, and your underwear too!" I teased. My son unexpectedly
pulled off his outer pants and underwear, looking at a side of him I had never seen before.

His penis was huge, much larger than when I bathed him as a baby. It was the typical
Western style, with a thick, long penis and a very large scrotum. Ah!

It felt so good! I could almost feel it entering my body. My breathing quickened, and
my whole body heated up, like I had taken an aphrodisiac.

I knelt between my son's legs, and the moment my hand grasped his penis, I couldn't let go. The scent,
the masculine scent, intoxicated me. I frantically stroked, licked, and sucked. So fragrant! So beautiful!

I felt unparalleled happiness.

"Hiss! Ah! Hiss! Ah!" my
son and reached the other between my legs, frantically rubbing my clitoris, occasionally
inserting my fingers into my labia, which were already overflowing with wetness.
Because , I could only make soft moaning sounds.

About half an hour later, my son finally ejaculated amidst shouts. A thick stream of semen
filled my mouth. Because there was so much, the rest spilled out and dripped onto my body, sticky and
emitting an enticing smell. At this moment, I swallowed the semen in my mouth. It was salty with a hint of
sweetness, it tasted so good!

"Ah! So good! Good Mom! This is my first time ejaculating! It feels so good!" my son said to me after ejaculating.

"Really! My son is so good to give me his first time like this. This is a beauty treasure for women!

Pure yang essence!" When I heard that it was my son's first ejaculation, a
look .

"Mommy, how about I make you feel good?" my son asked.

"Good boy! That's enough for today, too much isn't good either," I said, feigning reluctance.

"No! I want it now!" my son pleaded.

"Okay, okay, it's been so long, be gentle!" So I lay on the bed, spread my legs,
bent my knees and straightened my legs, biting my fingers, looking at my son with longing. Seeing me like this, my son exclaimed,
"Mommy, you're such a captivating little vixen!"

"You naughty son!" I was completely exhausted, waiting for my son to penetrate me.

"Mommy, I'm back!" My son finally returned to my body.

"Ah! Gently..." I felt as if my labia were being torn apart. After years of silence, my
labia were finally penetrated by someone who was practically impossible for me to have a relationship with. Due to ethical and moral factors,
I felt unusually excited. Soon, I felt an unbearable itching sensation in my labia.

"No! Don't stop! Harder! Ahhhhh! Yes! Just like that! Ahhh!" I moaned seductively.
My son noticed my wantonness and began his "hard work" and vigorous "plowing."

"Is it good for you, son?" my son asked.

"Mmm! Ah! Ahhhh!" I moaned shyly, completely ignoring my son's question. I was so embarrassed
!

"Tell me! Is it good for you, son?" my son asked again.

"So good! So good! Ahhhhh!" I could only answer him.

"What are you doing now, son?" My son started to make things difficult for me again.

"Fuck me! Ahhhh! Ah! Ahhhh!" I answered and groaned.

"Say it completely." My son commanded.

"Son is here! Son is here! Fuck him! Mom! Ahhhhh!" I managed to say the "complete answer" with difficulty.

"Say it again." My son used even more force this time.

"Ahhhh! Son! He's fucking his mom! Ahhhhh!" I hugged him at this moment, feeling the changes inside my
body , because I was about to climax.

"Ahhhh! Mom! I came! Ah!!!" After a lot of "torture", the climax finally came.
This was the most pleasurable orgasm I'd ever had, and I gushed out so much vaginal fluid.

"Ah!" My son ejaculated too.

The next morning, I held my precious son close, his penis still inside me,
his eyes closed, a blissful smile on his face. I felt an indescribable sweetness.

"Mom, you're awake?" My son woke up too.

"Yeah, last night you... you..." I answered him shyly.

"What did I do to Mom?" My son pressed on.

"Good job! So good! Hmm, I'm done!" I said, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"With a mother like this, what more could a husband ask for?" my son exclaimed.

"Really? Mom doesn't believe me." I asked skeptically, but my heart was filled with endless sweetness.

"Really!" my son said seriously.

"Tell me, how am I better?" I asked, wanting to hear his answer.

"First of all, my mother's identity has already aroused my lust. Incest between a mother and son is morally
unacceptable. I hadn't thought about it before, but last night, my mother's seduction of me excited me greatly. Then,
my mother's body is intoxicating. My mother's face is charming and seductive, her jade arms are long, fair and delicate,
her breasts hips are flat, her buttocks are plump, her legs are long and slender, her feet are beautiful, and her skin is smooth and luscious
. She makes me dizzy. The last point, and the most important point, is that I love you. I truly love you,"

the son said softly.

"You little rascal, what did you mean I seduced you? Am I really that despicable?" Hearing the word "seduced"
filled me with immense pride, then his description of my body filled me with even more pride, and finally, hearing him say he loved
me—clearly romantic love—made me feel incredibly happy.

I playfully scolded him.

"I want to see Mommy's genitals. I didn't get a good look last night!" my son demanded.

"Okay!" I shyly opened my legs, and my son knelt between my legs, beginning to scrutinize my
genitals .

"Mommy's pubic area is so beautiful! The sparse pubic hair makes her labia look incredibly clean, and the labia and vaginal opening are incredibly
rosy and tender. Her clitoris is plump, like a plump abalone. Her clitoris is as tender as a cardamom, and there are so many
folds ! No wonder I enjoyed it so much last night!" My son said as he worked on her, and at that moment, I started to feel
it!

"Ah! How! How! So many! So many G-spots, it feels so good! It feels so good! I'm
about to cum! Ahhhhh!" At that moment, I sensed something was wrong. Every time my son inserted his finger into my vagina and started
stirring, I felt like I was going to pee. It was so strange yet so good!

"Mommy's juices are so sweet! Sweeter and more refreshing than mountain spring water!" I watched my son
suck on my juices and lick my labia.

"Ah! Ahh! Harder! Lick it! It feels so good! It feels so good! Ahhhhhh..."

Seeing this made me even more excited.

Not long after, with a series of strange "splish-splish" sounds, I reached my climax, and
a stream of white fluid shot out from my vagina, landing on my son's face.

"Wow! Mommy squirted! So that's how you do it, Mommy, I'm so lucky!" my son exclaimed.

"Huff! Huff! So good!" I was out of breath.

"Mom, does it feel good?" My son hugged me tenderly, making me feel a little warmth.

I nodded, noticing that his genitals were still hard, and felt sorry for him. So I
reached down to his genitals, found his penis, and without a word, inserted it into my vagina.
My son cooperated perfectly in this series of movements, as if he had planned it all along. And so we spent

a lewd morning...

These past few days we've been making love wildly. Whenever our bodies are close, we can't help but indulge in lewdness.
Gradually, I feel that this is a part of my life, something I can't live without. I can't live without this
lewd life, and even more so, I can't live without my loving son, whom I love.

He went on a mission again today, leaving me alone at home, feeling an unbearable emptiness.

I flipped through the calendar and realized it was the anniversary of my husband's death. I went to the mall and bought a bouquet of flowers and
some homemade offerings. I went to his grave and saw his photo. A wave of confusion and helplessness washed over me, and
I burst into tears for no reason.

"Waaah! Husband, I'm so sorry. Doing this with our son... but I love you, and I
love our son even more. Now I realize I can't live without him. You'll forgive me, won't you? I..."

I poured out my anguish and guilt, and unconsciously, the burden in my heart lessened considerably. I believed my husband would
forgive me.

That night, I had a dream. I dreamt of my husband, who said to me, "I know you're suffering, and
I will forgive you. Actually, I feel very guilty for taking away even the smallest of
your rights . I hope our son will take good care of you..."

When I woke up, I felt refreshed and energetic, with plenty of motivation for everything. I took a shower, ate
breakfast , and then went shopping at the supermarket and mall.

When I got to the lingerie counter, looking at the hot and sexy lingerie, I felt a surge of excitement for no reason, and every
pore on my body stood on end.

"Miss, what style are you looking for?" the saleswoman asked.

"Do you have...?" I asked shyly.

"This is one of our new arrivals, please take a look..." The saleswoman, after a moment of realization,
pulled out a new style of lingerie from a corner and introduced it to me. At first glance, I realized it was a vest and garter belt
connected together. During sex, you didn't need to wear underwear or a bra; just stockings and high heels
would be enough to create a seductive effect. I was very satisfied. Thinking about
the stunned , I became even more excited.

I bought the lingerie without haggling. It was rose-colored, a very sexy color.

Back home, my son told me something that made my sex life even
more enjoyable.

"I'm not going to be an assassin anymore because they said I did a terrible job, so they're giving me some peripheral
work . I'll start working at my new job location in the city next week," my son told me.

"Okay, from now on I'll be your stay-at-home wife," I said shyly.

"No, you'll always be my mom, that can't be changed. We're mother and son, and lovers too. That's
good, isn't it!" my son said, looking at me affectionately.

"I have a surprise for you tonight!" I teased him.

"I have a surprise for you too," he replied.

That evening, my son and I had a candlelight dinner. It was incredibly romantic and warm. We ate and
whispered sweet nothings to each other, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts. Before we knew it, it was time to exchange gifts.
I went into the bedroom first and locked the door, leaving my son waiting for me.

I took a shower, thoroughly washing my labia and anus, and applying
lotion to make myself smell wonderful. Then I put on light makeup, applied some pink lip gloss
, which made my lips look very sexy. Then I put on the lingerie I bought from the mall, found a pair of flesh-colored
stockings and put them on, and then found a pair of transparent, colorless, unworn seven-inch sandals and put them on
. Finally, I draped a cotton robe over my shoulders and walked out of the room.

"It's been an hour! You're so slow! What's the gift?" my son asked.

"Let me see my gift first," I said.

"Marry me!" At this moment, my son knelt down on one knee like a gentleman, took out a diamond ring, and
proposed to me. I was so moved that I couldn't speak, and tears welled up in my eyes. I reached out and watched
my son slip the beautiful diamond ring onto the ring finger of my left hand. A wave of happiness instantly filled the house.

"This is my gift to you." I then unbuttoned my robe and tossed it aside.

"So beautiful! So sexy!" My son was already completely naked, his lower body throbbing with desire.

"Let me suck on it for you first." I knelt down, gently stroking his thick, long
member beneath him, my breath quickening as I became aroused.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light, and I saw my son, a bloody mess, lifeless.

At that moment, I was overwhelmed with grief, wailing and crying. Looking at the source of the bright light, I saw a
man in a suit glaring at me. I yelled, "Why?! Why did you treat me and my child like that?!!"

He said one sentence to me and then left: "Violation of morality, deserving of death."

Me: "..."

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/130130.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=130130&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Sister, come give me oral sex.

Next Page : My wife cheated on me, mother-in-law, you have to make it up to me.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The promiscuous mother of a professional killer

comment Open a new window to view comments