The Story of My Son

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A clap of thunder jolted me awake. The sky outside was pitch black, and the torrential rain pounded against the awning with a deafening roar.

"Xiaomin, Xiaomin..." I called out, my voice trembling.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"I'm so scared, come stay with Mom." I pleaded, calling Xiaomin to my side. After all, my son is a man, and only when he was beside me did my fear slowly subside.

"Mom, don't be afraid, I'll stay with you," my son whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly. "Dad's not home, so I'm the man of the house. I'll protect Mom."

His still-childish voice touched my heart. A man? My son was already a man? He was only a high school student, not yet seventeen.

"Still a kid, trying to act like a man," I said with a smile.

"Don't laugh at me. If you're not a man, why are you calling me?"

"I'm scared. It's raining so hard, and Dad's not home. Who else should I call if not you?"

"That's right, I'm still a man. Women naturally need men's protection!"

"What are you saying? Treating Mom like a woman." I regretted saying that as soon as I finished speaking. My son winked at me and said, "Hehe, Mom actually said she's not a woman. Then where did Mom come from to give birth to me?" "

I, I... how can I not be a woman! You little devil, you've made Mom talk nonsense. I'm not talking to you."

"Mom, don't be angry. I'll protect my mom. I definitely won't say I'm protecting my little woman."

"You said I'm your little woman? Dad will definitely not let you off the hook if he hears you say that."

"Dad's not home. When Dad's here, you're Dad's little woman. Now you're my little woman."

I felt my face burning. My son hugged me and actually called me his little woman.

"I'm not your little woman, nor your father's little woman. I'm your mother, your father's wife."

"Mom, don't deny it. I heard everything you and Dad said behind closed doors. Dad called you 'little woman,' and you called Dad 'good husband.'"

"You little devil! You were eavesdropping on me and Dad! What else did you hear?"

"I didn't just eavesdrop, I peeked!"

"Ah! What did you see? You even close the door when you sleep." I looked at my son with a strange glint in his eyes, at a loss for words. "Tell Mom what you saw!" ****This section of the message is only available to those who reply. "Don't blame me for telling you!"

"No, I didn't do anything wrong, why would I blame you?"

My son's face was full of smiles. He whispered in my ear, "Mom, do you remember how many times Dad came back from his business trips and ignored me, just went straight to your room? I wanted to see what good things Dad brought back, so naturally I went to your room to look. Hey, I didn't expect you to close the door. Mom, you think I wouldn't know anything if you closed the door, but actually the door wasn't closed properly, I heard everything."

Good heavens! My husband's business trips are always for more than a week, and he's an honest man, so naturally he wouldn't go out and have affairs.

He's been holding it in for so long, and the first thing he does when he gets home is to let it out. Seriously, even if he needs to, he should at least close the door properly! My son is all grown up, how can he be so careless?

"Please stop talking, Mom's embarrassed."

"You said you wouldn't blame me, but now you won't let me say it. Actually, what does it matter? Dad needs it, and Mom needs it too, right? Otherwise, why would Mom's voice sound so sweet?" I

was really angry that my son had discovered my secret. I shook off his hand that was still wrapped around my body and said, "What do you know, you little brat?"

"Mom, what era are we living in? I'm an adult now. What don't I understand about your little things?"

My son grabbed my hand with one hand and put his arm around my shoulder with the other. "Mom, a lot of girls at my school aren't virgins anymore. Boys and girls date all the time. In this kind of environment, who can pretend to be virtuous? Besides, there are all sorts of introductions and introductions in society. You can't not know even if you want to."

My son's soft words and breath tickled my ear. I felt as if something had entered my heart, and a warm current surged from my feet to the top of my head. I had only felt this way when I was young. My heart was pounding, afraid I'd lose my mind and mistake my son for my husband. I quickly moved to sit on the other side of the bed.

"Xiaomin, your task now is to study hard. Don't let your mind wander all day. Mom is counting on you to get into a top university and make me proud. Don't steal anything from Mom and Dad anymore." I said to my son with a bit of seriousness, but I didn't dare use the words "eavesdropping" or "peeping," because I was afraid this silly boy would have wild thoughts.

"I'll definitely study hard, Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely get into a top university to repay you. But after seeing what happened between you and Dad, I can't calm down, I keep thinking about so many things. Really, Mom, I'm so envious of Dad!"

I was taken aback: "What's there to envy about your dad? He's always running around, working himself to the bone for this family."

"I envy Dad for having such a beautiful and gentle wife like Mom. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if Mom were my wife! Mom, Dad's not home, can you be my wife for a day? Experience what it's like to be a dad!" My son looked at me with pleading eyes. Haha, this silly son of a man is so clever for his age. Anyway, I can't sleep now, so I'll tease him to pass the time.

"Do you know what it's like to be a dad? Do you think being a dad is so easy?"

"Mom, there are some things I can't do right now, but there are some things I can do right now."

"What things can you do right now? Tell me."

"Right now, I can hug my wife, kiss my wife, call her 'little woman,' and sleep with her.

I can't do that now because I'm still studying. When I get older, I'll make a lot of money, and I'll take good care of my wife and mother, making her plump, beautiful, and healthy so that people won't say you're my mother."

"If not your mother, then who is?" Looking at my son's slightly innocent face, I couldn't help but laugh.

"At most, people will think you're my sister. Look at Mom, you're so beautiful and look so young. If I dress you up a bit more, you'll look even younger. Then you won't even be able to grow old. Don't you think so,

wife and mother?"

"Is that really what you think? You really think I'm beautiful and young? Are you trying to take advantage of me?" It's so funny to tease my son.

My son was silent for a long time after I said that. I wondered if I had gone a bit too far with the joke.

"Xiaomin, I was just teasing you, don't take it seriously!"

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you, that's just what I think." My son looked into my eyes and said, "I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm proud to have such a beautiful mother, but I also regret having such a beautiful mother."

"What are you regretting? Don't you want me to be your mother anymore?"

"You will always be my mother. What I regret is why you are my mother and not my wife. To be honest, every time I see Dad holding you tightly, I feel excited, jealous, and tearful. So what I look forward to most is Dad going on a business trip and not being home, so that it's just me and Mom at home, and I feel especially happy."

My son's words made me nervous. I have a bad habit of not being able to say anything when I'm nervous. I just stared blankly into my son's bright eyes, those eyes flashing with passionate sparks, and I was afraid.

I never imagined my son would be so attached to me. It's my own fault, really; I'm a bit careless and used to being casual at home. My breasts are a bit large, and I don't like wearing a bra at home, so they hang loosely under my pajamas, swaying as I walk.

I enjoy watching my son do his homework, and sometimes I help him with math problems—my major is mathematics.

I remember now, when I help him with math, I always tend to lean against his back, my breasts rubbing against his back—no wonder he reacts! This little guy is going through puberty, his budding sexuality is acting up, and I need to be more careful at this time.

"Wife, Mom," my son said, shifting closer to me, his little hand wrapping around me again.

This time, it wasn't his shoulder, but his waist. In this hot weather, I was only wearing a thin nightgown, and I could feel his palms burning against my body. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't muster the strength.

My son has grown up. He held me tightly, and I felt utterly weak, my head resting on his shoulder, just like nestled in my husband's arms.

My son's face nestled against my cheek as he softly said, "Mommy, we agreed that you'd be my wife today. Can I kiss you?"

"When did I agree to be your wife? Son, I'm your mother. Don't think such things; it's not good."

The thought of actually letting my son kiss me filled me with mixed emotions. Looking at my son's face, now showing signs of manhood, no longer that of a baby, his mustache quite presentable, his breath a mature man's scent. Son, if you kiss your mother now, is it a son's kiss or a man's kiss? You're making your mother feel awkward!

"Wife, Mom, I've kissed you since I was little. Now that you call me that, people say I'm having wild thoughts. I'm your son, kissing my mom is perfectly normal. Please, Mom, let me kiss my wife, Mom."

I thought about it, and yes, he's still my son, kissing his mom is normal. "Okay, I'll let you kiss me. You're so big and still acting like a child, aren't you ashamed? Kiss me!" As

soon as I finished speaking, my son's mouth was on my face. "Little brat, why are you in such a hurry? Mom promised and I won't go back on my word. I'll let you kiss me as much as you want today."

"Wife, Mom, you said it, I really want to kiss you as much as I want." He kept calling me "Wife, Mom," and at this moment, I didn't seem to mind the term at all. It felt more intimate than calling me "Mom," and I even seemed to like it a little.

My son kissed all over my face, and his lips moved to my ear. Oh my god! My son was kissing my ear, and his teeth were gently biting the base of my ear. The base of my ear is my most sensitive spot. Every time my husband kisses the base of my ear, it always arouses my desire. Now my son is kissing and biting my earlobe. A warm current surges through my body, making me feel weak.

I want to push him away, but I have no strength. I can only close my eyes and try to calm the heat, preventing it from escalating, otherwise I don't know what I might do: "Xiaomin, don't bite my ear, Mommy is so sad."

"Wife, Mommy, where are you sad? Can I help you?"

"You little brat, can you help me with this kind of sadness?!"

I thought to myself: If you help me, wouldn't that be incest? Where would I put my face?!

"Oh, I know what kind of sadness you're having, Wife, Mommy. Only Daddy can help with this. Actually, you're my wife now, so I can help with what Daddy can!"

"You little brat, if you keep talking nonsense, I..." Before I could finish speaking, my son's lips pressed against mine.

I couldn't let my son bully me like this. I tried my best to push him away, but I didn't have the strength. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, his tongue pressing against my clenched teeth. I weakly pushed him away, my teeth clenched tightly.

I knew what the consequences would be if this kind of lover's kiss happened between us, mother and son. But his unwavering tongue remained in my mouth, his heavy breathing brushing against my face. It wasn't his breath; it was a man's breath. I became dazed, and without realizing it, my teeth loosened.

My son was extremely excited. His tongue darted into my mouth, searching everywhere. I knew what he was looking for. Resisting at this moment would only hurt him. I was his mother; I would rather he hurt me than hurt his heart. I could only close my eyes and let him do as he pleased.

His tongue gently swirled in my mouth, and he kept murmuring, "Mommy, wife, Mommy, I love you, I will love you forever." Suddenly, I felt his hand on my breast; his hand was trembling.

I don't know where I found the strength, but I pushed my son away forcefully. I was so heartbroken; my son was bullying me. I covered my face and cried. In the quiet of the night, I dared not cry out loud, only sobbing softly.

"Xiaomin, how could you touch Mommy here? I'm your mother! You're not a child anymore. What will outsiders think of us?"

My gentle scolding startled my son. "Mommy, don't cry. It's my fault. I love you. I couldn't help it. Why don't you hit me?" My son cupped my face in his hands, his lips landing on my cheek, gently kissing it, his tongue licking away my tears.

"Hit you? When have I ever hit you since you were little? You're my precious son! But even if I love you dearly, you shouldn't bully me. Where do I put my face?" I tried to hold back my tears, but they flowed uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay, my dear wife, I'm not bullying you." My son's tone now sounded like he was coaxing a little girl.

"Wife, Mom, please let me say what's been on my mind for so long, okay?"

I stopped crying, looking at my son's handsome face and pleading eyes, my heart softened. After all, he's my precious son, born and raised on my breast milk, every inch of my breast has been touched by him. Now that he's an adult, he's still my son, so let's just pretend he's still a child!

I nodded silently.

"Wife, Mom, I've never felt this way about being close to you before. In my heart, you're so great, so sacred, and I thought I'd be filial to you for the rest of my life. But ever since I saw you and Dad doing that, a strange thought has arisen in my mind. To be honest, I've glimpsed your body a few times, it's so beautiful, so gorgeous, it's impossible not to be tempted."

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