[Urban] Incest is another form of care (Complete) - 1-3

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Prologue

() "Fuck...fuck harder...fuck my slutty mom's fat cunt raw. Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...slutty cunt...slutty mom's slutty cunt...the slutty cunt is...is...fucked raw by my big cock...my cock son..."

Watching my usually strict and dignified mother moan like a whore under the thrusting and playing of my cock, an indescribable sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. Incest between

father and son, siblings, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, etc., is certainly exciting, but none of them can compare to the naturalness, the warmth, and the lasting nature of incest between mother and son. Whether kind or strict, the mother submits to the conquest of her youngest son's thrusting, and the son, whether mischievous or shy, is intoxicated by the soft embrace of his beautiful mother. The intercourse between mother and son comes from kinship, yet transcends kinship; it is love, yet it is also the extraction of love.

The incestuous relationship between a naked mother and son can be interpreted in two ways: either the mother's suppressed moans of shame and embarrassment, or the profanity and lewdness expressed at the beginning of the article. Shame doesn't necessarily mean the mother is resisting the impact of her son's young penis; it merely reflects her helplessness regarding ethical boundaries and her unpreparedness for the sudden change in their relationship. Similarly, the profanity doesn't indicate the mother's inherent promiscuity; it simply means she has shed the burdens of her social status and is using the passion unique to young women to compensate for her aging, vaginal dryness, and laxity.

Therefore, I maintain that in the case of intercourse between mother and son, the mother doesn't care about the size of the son's penis, the clumsiness of his teasing and thrusting techniques, or the duration of the act. Similarly, the son doesn't care whether the mother's labia are dark, her vagina is dry and lax, or her breasts are shriveled and sagging. The important thing in the intercourse between mother and son is not the intensity of the orgasm, but the thrill of the son's penis penetrating the mother's vagina, transcending ethical boundaries, and elevating their familial bond. This is a thrill beyond mere orgasm, the greatest comfort for mother and son after their transgression of moral boundaries.

But to be blunt, setting aside the inherent excitement of incest, it's highly unlikely a son can bring his mother to orgasm in a mother-son incestuous relationship. The optimal age for incest is between 15 and 20; after 23, it becomes virtually impossible. Even at 15, the mother's vagina has already been penetrated by one or more men for at least 16 years, and this well-used vagina has given birth to at least one child. How can a 15-year-old, inexperienced boy possibly achieve orgasm in such a ripe, almost wet vagina? Therefore, a son who deeply loves his mother should strive to bring her to orgasm within the first six months of the incestuous relationship, even resorting to aphrodisiacs. Six months is a crucial point; within this period, the stimulation of incest is at its strongest. During this time, avoid or minimize rear-entry positions. Even if you crave your mother's plump buttocks, resist the urge. Even if anal sex is used during your mother's menstruation, place a pillow under her buttocks. Always ensure the mother and son are face-to-face, with the mother's eyes open, so she can clearly see that the man thrusting into her is her own son, not her husband or lover. The psychological stimulation of incest in this way almost surpasses the pleasure derived from penile-vaginal friction. Some more sensitive mothers may even experience symptoms similar to premature ejaculation in men. The moment the son's penis enters or his fingers rub the clitoris a few times, the intense incestuous stimulation can directly bring a relatively conservative mother to orgasm. What

I want to tell you is that initially, incest between mother and son often stems from the son's guilt towards his mother. At this time, the son will try everything he can to bring his mother to orgasm. If you utilize the passion within the first six months, this is not difficult to achieve. As time goes on, mother-son intercourse will undoubtedly be more uninhibited than marital sex or even having sex with a lover or visiting a prostitute. The slutty mothers mentioned in various pornographic works, like the one at the beginning of this article, are not isolated cases, nor are they simply the figments of a large number of pornographic authors; they have real-world basis. To achieve this effect, the son needs guidance, such as frequently reading incestuous novels with his mother, or intentionally or unintentionally hinting that he likes women's lewd moaning during sex. However, this is only an external factor. The real internal factor is that as time goes on, the relationship between mother and son stabilizes, the son's guilt gradually disappears, and the mother, due to her advanced age, vaginal laxity and dryness, changes in body shape, sagging breasts, and other uncontrollable factors, will experience a sense of crisis and guilt towards her young son. The mother will sincerely want to find a way to compensate, which is: if the physical body is lacking, compensate with the software. What does this mean? Physical aging is inevitable, so compensate with sex techniques, sex methods (anal sex, breast sex, even bondage. Absolutely avoid games like candle wax dripping, even if the mother agrees, as it is too harmful to the body.), and even simpler moaning. Phrases like "slut" and "big dick" may seem lewd and obscene, but once it happens, it becomes a habit. When a son is having sex, he should also try to use vulgar language to praise his mother, such as "Mommy's slutty cunt is so tight" or "Your slutty cunt feels so good, I'll fuck you to death, you old slut!" This is just like how a mother will unconsciously call her son "big dick son." Perhaps the son's penis is not big, and the mother's vagina is actually quite loose. However, as mentioned earlier, the point is not the intercourse between mother and son, but the thrill of breaking the moral boundaries.

After about 3 to 5 years of incest, the son's interest will gradually wane. Even if he still loves his mother, she is, after all, an older woman, not as fresh and young as a girlfriend. The thrill of incest is no longer as intense as before. At this point, most mothers will begin or have already accepted the moaning "slutty mom, big-dicked son" during sex. Watching his mother, whom he is ravaging, uttering lewd words like "fuck my slutty cunt" is no less stimulating than the first time he committed incest. Even sons who are now sexually experienced may ejaculate prematurely. This kind of unrestrained intercourse can maintain the passion between mother and son for at least 5 years.

I solemnly remind everyone not to deflower the mother's anus too early. There is often a gap between the fading passion and the mother's beginning of lewd words. How to fill this gap? It's simple: anal sex. The older generation tends to be more conservative in their views, so it's highly likely that the mother's anus is still intact. Even if it isn't, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that anal sex is a crucial way to bridge the gap between two different stages of life. Oral sex is also a method, but it's unrealistic to expect a young man to abstain from oral sex for years. Anal sex should ideally be delayed until later in life. Physiologically speaking, the older the mother, the more relaxed her anal sphincter muscles become, making penetration easier.

In reality, from the perspective of penile pleasure alone, anal sex, aside from being tighter, is far less pleasurable than the warmth and softness of the vagina. Anal sex is more of a psychological stimulation. Just like their first time, the voluptuous, mature mother arched her plump buttocks, offering her anus to her young son. The son greedily cupped his mother's buttocks, his penis sliding through her rough rectum. Watching his mother bend over, crying out in pain, he felt he had completely possessed this mature woman, her body and soul, as he thrust into her. The mother, slightly apprehensive, felt a similar unease to a young girl opening her legs for the first time to face her husband's penis. The pain from her anus seemed to remind her of the stinging sensation of a penis roughly piercing her tender hymen on her first night. Anal sex was more than just a new form of intercourse; it signified the mother's complete surrender of her voluptuous body, and the son's complete possession of his mother's body and soul, not merely her no longer-soft vagina. Though not a wedding night, it was more like a bridal chamber. This ritual of mother and son's perfect union was enough to create a climax.

Five years later, ten years after the incestuous relationship, if their intercourse hadn't been discovered by outsiders, it had transformed from passion into a habit. After all, the mother was approaching or even over 50 at this point. The once frenzied thrusting had become a gentle, slow, and tender exchange, accompanied by soft whispers. A simple "Mom, even when your hair is white, I will still love you" held a sentiment in her no less than the joy of her son deflowering her. At this age, a woman's vaginas are likely relaxed, and her senses somewhat desensitized. For the mother, feeling her son's erect penis, aroused by his infatuation with her, was far more important than the pleasure of penetration.

After a mother turns 50, she may still undress for sex with her husband (forgive my use of this term, but a mother who commits incest with her son will only see the sexual relationship as a wife's obligation, never as lovemaking). However, when she has sex naked with her son, his robust body can bring her an unspeakable sense of loss. At this age, due to the obvious signs of physical aging, a mother naked in front of her vibrant son is very likely to experience strong feelings of inferiority. A mother has cherished her son all her life; at this most sensitive time, the son must fulfill his responsibility to care for his mother and must not show any sign of weariness because of her aging body. At this time, the son should avoid having sex with his mother all night long, because prolonged mutual caressing, the contrast between the mother's excess fat and the son's strong arms, can bring significant negative emotions to the mother. Even if it is unavoidable, the lights should be off; he must never let his mother clearly see his youthful body because he is infatuated with her plump vulva and shapely buttocks. Due to modern industrial development, cities are no longer pitch black even with the lights off. Therefore, the best method in such situations is the rear-entry position. The penis can feel the mother's vagina, the lower abdomen can feel her plump buttocks, and the hands can massage her potentially sagging breasts. The mother, naturally, finds it difficult to touch her own body. Don't tell me one position is too boring; with the popularity of Japanese adult films today, at least 20 different rear-entry positions have been developed—more than enough.

Another very important location: the bathroom. I believe at least one-tenth of mother-son incest starts here, and one-tenth of those begin with scrubbing the mother's back. The mother was once a mature and beautiful young woman. The inexperienced son leaned slightly behind his mother, whose beautiful buttocks were upturned, and earnestly rubbed her back. His slowly erect penis accidentally touched his mother's most mysterious place. After that, it didn't matter. It was either the son's waist moving forward or the mother's buttocks moving backward. In short, the plump and juicy flesh tightly wrapped the inexperienced penis behind him. The mother seduced the son, and the son defiled the mother. One after another, the incestuous relationship between mother and son was chaotic, exciting, and warm. For a 50-year-old mother, the bathroom is definitely not a good place for sex. Nudity, mirrors, lights—almost all the inappropriate props are there. But if faced with unavoidable factors like an "incest anniversary," then the son must choose to return to simplicity, bending his mother's waist, raising her buttocks, not letting her see the mirror, not letting her see his body, only letting her vagina feel his heat, her ears hear his love. A mother is the strongest woman, but a mother involved in incest is most vulnerable in front of her son, because she not only has to face the challenge of her son's young girlfriend, but also the harshness of time. A son who has tasted his mother's vagina must understand that when you insert your restless penis into your mother's flesh, your mother is no longer just a mother to you, but also a lover, a sister, a daughter who needs your care.

My mother is a counterexample to this article. She is 49 years old, almost 50. I first had sex with my mother when I was 16, almost nine years ago, and even now she is very averse to swearing. The most she says is "Fuck me to death," which is the only swear word I have ever heard her use. As I analyzed above, my mother, nearing 50, is increasingly averse to seeing me naked, yet she also increasingly enjoys kissing my entire body during sex, even my anus, which she previously disliked. I can clearly see the envy and sadness in her eyes. Last night, while writing the afterword to my piece "Forbidden Desires" at my mother-in-law's house, I suddenly had an inspiration.

This afternoon, my father wasn't home, and while my mother was cooking, I gently lifted her petticoat from behind, pulling my underwear down to my knees. My mother instinctively tried to bend over and stick her buttocks out, but I softly said, "Don't move, keep cooking. I just want to stay close to you." Whether it's her vagina or anus, my penis seemed to sense a warm, fleshy opening. With a slight thrust of my hips, it was easy to penetrate. Due to the passage of time, my mother's two openings only required a little foreplay to penetrate. One hand encircled my mother's waist, the other slipped inside her clothes, gently kneading her breasts. My mother gasped, put down what she was doing, and braced herself on the table: "Xiaojia, let's go to bed." I bit my mother's earlobe, feeling her rapid breathing: "No, I just want to love you here. I've never wanted you standing here like this before." My mother was silent for a moment, then suddenly said softly, "Xiaojia, I can't bring myself to swear. I want to hear you say it."

My mother had told me after her shower that I had only penetrated her thighs in the kitchen, not her vagina or anus, but she still felt the spasms before orgasm. There's no need to go into the specific details; if you're interested, you can find plenty in any erotic novel. What I'm trying to say is that for a

50-year-old mother, the sensation of her son's erect penis due to his infatuation with her is far more important than the pleasure of penetration; for

a 50-year-old mother, the importance of her son's deliberate display of lust and his vulgar praise like "Mommy's cunt is so sexy" far outweighs the actual friction between his penis and vagina.

My 50-year-old mother needs the devoted care of the son who once tasted her plump, sweet vagina.

At 50, my mother's beauty remains breathtaking, like the ecstatic kiss she gave me as I roughly thrust into her at noon.

Yesterday, I reconciled with Hongxia, my mother-in-law, and wrote the afterword to "Forbidden Desires," detailing my experiences with my mother and mother-in-law. Today, I took another big step forward with my mother, and I couldn't help but write the above words again, commemorating this nearly ten-year-long mother-son bond, reflecting on these nearly ten years of mother-son experiences, reminding myself, and all those involved in incestuous relationships, to cherish their mothers, for in your most restless years, she recklessly embraced all your strength with her softness.

December 22, 2011, 2:50 PM, in my mother's bedroom, next to the computer

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Chapters 1-50 of the main text

) When I was little, like most children, I was very attached to my mother, and she loved me very much, even spoiling me. Back then, my mother and I were very close, to the point that my father was "jealous" of me.

My mother wasn't a great beauty, but she was still quite attractive, a beautiful and virtuous wife and mother. I often thought that when I grew up, I would find a wife like my mother.

After starting junior high, I don't know why, I gradually distanced myself from my mother. I stopped snuggling up to her, stopped playing with her, and even stopped talking to her. But my mother continued to care for me and look after me in every way, big or small, which made me increasingly impatient and resentful.

I don't remember when it started, but I began to speak harshly to my mother, sometimes even cursing at her. Even so, my mother never got angry with me for it and never held my rudeness against me.

Entering puberty, I began to have sexual problems. I learned to relieve myself with my hands, but I was relatively restrained, only doing it about three or four times a month. I have a peculiar habit: I like women's feet. I don't know when I started liking them; it seems like a habit I had since birth. Many times during masturbation, I can reach orgasm simply by imagining playing with a woman's feet.

Near the end of junior high, one Sunday was my grandmother's birthday. After finishing self-study in the afternoon, I went to her house. The front door of her house faced the door of a guest room. From the front door, I could see the foot of the bed inside. That day, as I entered, I saw a pair of very white and beautiful feet on the bed—due to the limited view, I could only see the bare calves and feet—and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Whose feet could these be?" But then I realized, "They're my mother's feet!" Alas, what a disappointment! It turned out that my mother had been working hard at my grandmother's house and was sleeping on that bed in her skirt and clothes.

In my disappointment, my mind started wandering: "If only it weren't my mother, I could have looked at them a little longer. How come I never noticed my mother's feet before…?"

Thinking this, I didn't dare continue, feeling deeply guilty. For the rest of the day, I tried my best not to look at my mother's feet, but I always felt uneasy, as if I had done something wrong.

That night, after going to bed, I imagined playing with a certain celebrity's feet while masturbating. Just as I was about to climax, my mother's feet appeared in my mind. At that moment, I was completely out of control, and I climaxed in extreme excitement. After the climax, I was filled with guilt, feeling like a beast, and I wanted to slap myself.

In the days that followed, perhaps due to the pressure of studying and my own efforts to control myself, I no longer felt any urge to touch my mother's feet. My attitude towards her also changed significantly. Although I still didn't talk to her much, I no longer resented her concern for me, nor did I speak harshly to her.

My mother quickly noticed my change and was overjoyed, becoming even more attentive to me. The more she did this, the more uneasy I felt. Two nights before the high school entrance exam, my mother brought a bowl of sweet soup into my room. I was busy doing my homework and asked her to put it down first. After

putting down the sweet soup, my mother didn't leave immediately but sat down on my bedside, watching me lovingly as I worked on my problems. My attention unconsciously shifted to my mother: before, I didn't have any concept of mature female beauty; I had always been attracted to youthful, beautiful, and slender girls. My mother was no longer young; her beautiful face, though not showing signs of age, had lost its youthful glow, and her figure had become slightly plump. Logically, she shouldn't have attracted my attention.

I had only ever been attracted to my mother's feet, but that night, I inadvertently discovered an indescribable beauty emanating from her entire being—a beauty different from that of my pretty female classmates or young actresses. Suddenly, I realized this beauty was even more captivating, more alluring.

Suddenly, the terrifying word "incest" flashed into my mind. I dared not think any further, quickly gulping down the sugar water and handing the bowl to my mother, telling her to leave. My mother took the bowl, looking at me with a hint of reluctance before leaving. After she left, it took me a while to settle down and continue doing my homework.

For several days, I devoted myself entirely to the high school entrance exam. Afterwards, I was completely exhausted. However, I was relieved to feel that I had done quite well. That night, I decided to relax with my hands; I hadn't released my pent-up energy for days. But lying in bed that night, the actresses and classmates I thought of didn't arouse me.

Then, my mother seemed to appear naturally in my mind, and I immediately became extremely excited. After some hesitation, I comforted myself, saying, "Just indulge myself tonight, and I won't do it again." Afterwards, I felt immense satisfaction, but also utterly disgusted.

My summer vacation after junior high was relaxing but boring. I had no friends, no hobbies, and spent all my time at home, passing the time with novels. Back then, there weren't many erotic novels, and the sexual descriptions in them were only superficial, yet they still excited me immensely.

My "sexual interest" grew stronger, and I relieved myself more and more frequently. At first, it was only once or twice a week, but later it developed into almost daily occurrences, sometimes even two or three times a day. My mother, who was with me day and night, gradually became the main object of my sexual fantasies. My guilt gradually lessened without me realizing it, and I uncontrollably became infatuated with her.

Every smile, every gesture, every movement of hers was captivating in my eyes; her clothes and appearance were always so appropriate. I was completely at her mercy. My behavior wasn't due to any bad influence, because at that time I hadn't heard of or read about incestuous relationships between mothers and sons in books or newspapers. Looking back now, it was probably because my mother was the only woman in my life, and she was a beautiful woman.

Although I had incestuous thoughts about her, I dared not act recklessly in real life. I would only secretly take her underwear, shoes, and socks when no one was home to satisfy myself, but the more I did this, the more I longed to have her. I was tormented by my desire for her.

The long summer vacation finally ended, and I started high school. I could no longer devote myself to my studies as wholeheartedly as before. Fortunately, the first year of high school wasn't too stressful, and my grades were barely above average.

One evening in mid-October of that year, I felt thirsty while studying in my room, so I went to the living room to get a drink. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother wearing a short-sleeved pajama set, half-lying on the sofa, watching TV and massaging her feet. Her long, strong calves and fair, rosy feet made my heart flutter.

I quickly poured myself a glass of water, stood behind my mother pretending to watch TV, and greedily stole glances at her feet. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if I could play with my mother's feet to my heart's content. Suddenly, an idea struck me: I'd pretend to massage Mom's feet and satisfy my urge to do so!

Having made up my mind, I said to Mom, "Mom, did you go out to inspect work again today?"

"Yes."

"That must be tiring. Let me massage your feet."

Mom happily agreed. So I sat down beside her, placed her feet on my thighs, and gently began to massage. I was surprised; how could I have missed Mom's alluring feet when I was little? Perhaps it was because back then, Mom was an untouchable goddess in my eyes. When I was little, I often played and joked with Mom affectionately; touching her feet was so easy then.

Stroking those long-awaited beautiful feet made me increasingly excited; I really wanted to hug and kiss Mom's feet to my heart's content. At first, Mom just watched me massage her feet lovingly, but later, perhaps noticing something, her expression became a little unnatural.

"Okay. Much better now, no need to massage anymore," Mom said, pulling her feet away. I had no choice but to give up and reluctantly returned to my room.

Back in my room, I immediately closed the door and intensely sniffed and licked my palms—though they didn't actually smell very good—before excitedly relieving myself with them. After that, I knew my mother was aware of my illicit intentions, so I never offered to massage her feet again.

Days passed, but my desire for my mother didn't diminish in the slightest. I often dreamed of her, and sometimes, waking up in the middle of the night when my father wasn't home, I felt an overwhelming urge to rape her.

In my life, besides my mother, there was nothing else that I cared about. My grades gradually declined. In the first semester of my first year of high school, I barely passed the midterm exams, but in the final exams, I only ranked in the thirties—my worst score ever.

My father gave me a severe scolding. While my father was scolding me, my mother watched me silently, her eyes filled with the same loving gaze, but also worry and a faint sadness that seemed to know everything. I couldn't help but suspect that my mother already knew about my illicit thoughts. And indeed, it was true; no mother is unaware of her son's thoughts.

During winter break, my mother tried several times to have a private talk with me—she had tried before—but because I felt guilty, I never gave her the chance, and I didn't even want to be alone with her. Each time, my mother left disappointed. I was afraid that one day I would lose control and do something irreparable, and that day finally came.

In April of that year, I had a high fever for several days in a row and couldn't go to school. My mother also took leave to take care of me at home. That morning, after returning home from the hospital with an injection, I slept until the afternoon.

In my dream, I dreamed of my mother again, and I woke up just as I was hugging her legs. My mother found that I was awake, immediately came into the room, touched my forehead, and then happily said to me, "The fever is gone! You should be better after taking some more medicine. Oh, and I need to change your blanket." As she spoke, she moved a stool, stood barefoot on it, and went to get the blanket from the top shelf of the cabinet next to my bed.

Because I wanted to get something, Mom put her right foot on my pillow. At that moment, I was burning with desire and couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing her foot. Mom turned her head to look at me, but didn't say anything and continued getting the blanket.

I stroked it a few times, then lowered my head and started kissing Mom's toes haphazardly. Only then did Mom tense up. She stopped grabbing the blanket, pulled her foot off the bed, jumped down, and muttered, "Nonsense!" before leaving. I thought I'd really messed up.

Just as I didn't know what to do, Mom came in with a bowl of medicine, her face calm. She sat down beside my bed, fed me the medicine, and then changed my blanket—this time she didn't put her foot on my bed when she got the blanket—telling me to sleep a little longer before leaving again. It was as if nothing had happened. At that moment, I was incredibly excited because I had finally kissed Mom's foot! At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by my recklessness.

For the next few days, I felt awkward whenever I was with my mother, but she didn't mention it again and treated me as before. This attitude surprised me, but it also emboldened me. I secretly resolved to kiss my mother's feet again. I knew the best time was when she was sleeping alone.

About a month later, the opportunity arrived. That noon, my father didn't come home, and my mother was taking a nap in her room. I hesitated for a long time, but finally mustered the courage to go into her room. When I reached her bedside, she was still asleep.

She was sleeping with her face turned inwards, a thin blanket draped around her waist, her legs slightly bent and sticking out from under the blanket. Looking at her smooth, alluring feet, my breathing became increasingly rapid. I had originally thought that she would wake up as soon as I entered the room, and I planned to take advantage of her inattention to forcefully kiss her feet. But now I changed my mind.

I leaned down and brought my nose close to my mother's feet to smell their fragrance. My mother had worn leather shoes all morning, but her feet only had a faint, intoxicating scent, not at all smelly. After sniffing my mother's feet for a while, I finally started kissing them.

I kissed the soles and heels, and just as I was sucking on her toes, her foot twitched, and she immediately woke up. When my mother turned over and saw it was me, she didn't seem very surprised, just a little unhappy. At that moment, I felt a little embarrassed. I stood up, left the room without saying a word, grabbed my schoolbag, and went to school. Last time,

I had only given my mother's feet a few quick, fleeting kisses; this time, I truly enjoyed them. I was extremely satisfied. When I got home from school in the evening, my mother and father were already there. As usual, my mother was busy in the kitchen, and my father was reading the newspaper in the living room. When my mother brought out the dishes, she gave me a reproachful look. Although I didn't really care, I was too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

After that incident, just as I expected, my mother didn't pursue the matter and treated me as well as usual, but she intentionally or unintentionally avoided being alone with me. This semester, my studies haven't improved, with my grades hovering between 30th and 40th place. My dad has scolded me several times, and I really want to concentrate on my studies, but my heart is completely captivated by my mom.

Especially after that night when I "ambushed" her, all I could think about was how to get my satisfaction back. My dad usually goes on business trips for a few days every month or two, but he hadn't gone for almost three months. I later found out it was because he was busy with a special project. This made me incredibly anxious.

Finally, in mid-July, my dad was going on a three-day business trip. I was as happy as a child celebrating the New Year. On the day my dad left, I was at home in the morning, absentmindedly reading a novel, anxiously waiting for my mom to come home from work. Time seemed to drag on forever, and I finally made it to lunchtime when my mom came home.

At lunchtime, I had no appetite, but I tried my best to control my emotions, not wanting my mom to notice anything. Only when my mom was clearing the dishes did I secretly stare at her bare feet in slippers, thinking that those feet would be mine again soon.

After washing the dishes, Mom didn't go for her usual afternoon nap; instead, she started cleaning. I patiently waited, thinking she might go to sleep after she finished. But Mom didn't finish until almost 2 PM, and then she went to work. I was extremely disappointed and could only console myself by waiting until Mom went to sleep that night.

That evening, amidst my anxiety, it was finally time for bed. Mom turned off the TV and went into her room. I almost jumped for joy. But unexpectedly, Mom immediately closed the door and slammed it shut. I was stunned, feeling like I'd fallen into an ice cave. I didn't sleep well that night, feeling a mix of love and hate for Mom, like the feeling of heartbreak.

The next day at noon, I still held onto a sliver of hope. But Mom went into her room and slammed the door shut again. I was completely devastated. That night, I went to bed early, seething with anger and resentment. Around 10 PM, Mom turned off the TV and went into my room. I glanced at her, then turned away, ignoring her. Mom stood silently by my bed for a while, then seemed to sigh softly before leaving.

She sat quietly in the living room for quite some time, finally returning to her room around 11 pm. I heard her close the door, but not that hateful "smack." And there was no sound for a long time afterward. Had I missed the sound of the lock, or had Mom forgotten to lock it? My heart pounded. I decided to find out.

I got up, put on my basketball shorts, and went out. I stood in front of Mom's door and tried the lock; it was indeed unlocked. Mom had been asleep for almost half an hour, so I figured she should be asleep by now. I pushed the door open and went in.

The bedside lamp was dimly lit—Mom always sleeps with it on when she sleeps alone—and in the light, I could see her face turned inward, wearing only a blouse and underwear. Her long, black hair, full and graceful figure, snow-white and slender legs, and warm, alluring feet made my blood boil.

I carefully walked to my mother's bedside and stopped. Suddenly, I realized my mother wasn't asleep; she was awake. I stood there for a while, carefully observing her, and became even more certain that she was awake.

"Why isn't Mom paying attention to me? She's awake!" I was truly puzzled. Finally, I decided to see what would make her stop pretending to be asleep.

I lifted the mosquito net, bent down, and gently held one of my mother's feet with my right hand. When I held her foot, it twitched slightly, but didn't pull away from my hand. I was secretly delighted and began to gently massage her soft foot. My mother let me do as I pleased, ignoring me. Then, I couldn't resist any longer and lowered my head to kiss her foot.

When my mother noticed me kissing her foot, she immediately tried to pull it away. But how could I let go? I grabbed my mother's feet tightly and began kissing and licking them indiscriminately. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she loosened her grip and let me do as I pleased.

I kissed her feet wildly, for what seemed like an eternity, until the skin on her feet was wrinkled from all the kisses, before finally letting go. My mother's indulgence emboldened me more than ever before. After releasing her feet, I threw myself on top of her without thinking and hugged her tightly. But after hugging her, I felt a little lost, just staring blankly at her face. She looked at me gently, her eyes filled with love.

After a moment of awkward silence, she reached out and hugged me, gently stroking my back and head, then slowly pressing my head down so my forehead touched hers, rubbing it lightly, and occasionally kissing my cheek.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand what to do. I hurriedly kissed my mother's face, nose, earrings, neck, and her sweet, soft lips. The feeling of kissing was so wonderful that, ignoring my mother's struggles, I greedily kissed her again and again.

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away, then sat up and slowly took off her clothes. Seeing this, I immediately got up and took off my clothes as well. Facing my mother's naked body, I was once again at a loss. My mother had been somewhat shy as she took off her clothes, but seeing my reaction, she seemed to relax completely. She smiled slightly and lay down calmly.

"Come on up," my mother whispered. I obediently climbed on top of her.

My mother held my head, burying it between her full, soft breasts. I immediately came to my senses, becoming excited again, constantly kneading and kissing her breasts. My actions aroused my mother as well, her breathing gradually becoming heavier, her cheeks flushed. I kissed my way down my mother's breasts, and just as I was about to kiss her genitals, my mother suddenly squeezed her legs together.

"No there!" my mother said firmly in a low voice. But how could I agree? After some effort, I finally managed to pry open my mother's legs. I carefully examined her private parts, "So, a cunt is just a dark red fleshy slit."

I first smelled the faint fishy smell, then licked it with my tongue. My mother moaned softly as I licked her, her body gently writhing. Although I didn't know this was a sign of her excitement, I vaguely felt it wasn't a bad thing, so I licked even more enthusiastically, finally probing my tongue into her vagina.

After kissing her vagina enough, I continued kissing her legs and feet. By this time, I was incredibly aroused. After I climbed back on top of my mother, she kissed my face, closed her eyes, grasped my penis, and thrust her hips forward. I realized what was about to happen, and I focused intently on feeling it: the foreskin on my penis slowly peeled back, and my penis slowly entered a warm, lubricated passage. The feeling was so wonderful!

After my mother released her hand, I immediately began to thrust forcefully. Each thrust was harder than the last, and my mother's vagina became increasingly wet. Sex was truly intoxicating; I reveled in it, quickly reaching climax, and ejaculated all my semen while embracing my mother.

Afterwards, I felt completely drained, collapsing weakly onto my mother. She opened her eyes, reached for some tissues on the bedside table, then shifted her body to remove my penis, pushed me away, sat up, quickly cleaned herself, and went to shower.

I lay alone for a while before getting up and putting on my clothes. My mother returned from her shower, now dressed in clean pajamas. We were both a little embarrassed, and I felt somewhat lost. My mother

seemed much calmer; as she tidied her things, she softly told me, "Go wash up and go to bed."

I listened and hesitantly left my mother's room. That night, my mind was a jumbled mess. I couldn't believe it—I had my mother! I felt both the excitement of finally getting what I wanted and a deep sense of guilt. Lost in my thoughts, I don't know when I finally fell asleep.

I woke up the next day around noon. During lunch, Mom didn't mention the previous night at all, and even chatted with me about trivial things, her face relaxed. Seeing this, I felt a little relieved too.

That evening, Dad came home, and I couldn't help feeling a little guilty in his presence. But Mom remained calm, showing no sign of anything amiss. In the following days, Mom treated me the same as before, and I gradually relaxed, no longer dwelling on the matter. A few days into the new semester, Dad didn't come home for lunch. My libido returned.

After lunch, while Mom was washing the dishes, I hugged her waist from behind. Mom understood my intentions and softly said, "No, what if your dad comes home?" I begged repeatedly, but Mom wouldn't agree, so I finally gave up. However, that noon I still caressed Mom's feet, which was some consolation.

Two weeks later, Dad went on a business trip, and that evening Mom finally agreed to let me have sex again. That time, we did it for two nights in a row. From then on, Mom only agreed to let me have sex when Dad didn't come home at night. Mom had her reasons; only when sleeping at night could she lock the door from the inside, so even if Dad suddenly came home, he couldn't open the door and wouldn't suspect anything.

Mom loved me very much, but that love was only a mother's love for her son. Although Mom was always selfless and could enjoy orgasms during sex with me, I knew it was only for me; she was willing to do it with me because she loved me so much.

One shouldn't be too selfish. After I went to college, I started dating girls and gradually stopped making demands of Mom. Now I have my own little family, and my relationship with Mom is still very good. We have never intended to forget the past; how could we possibly forget it?

I love Mom deeply, and if she wanted, I would still want to have sex with her. Because I have not only the love of a son for his mother, but also the love of a husband for his wife. Mom is my first wife in reality.

(The End)

Mom's Special Birthday Gift - Mom's Warm Rectal

Introduction:

Tommy Ritter's father has been dead for two years. The traffic accident happened when Tommy was sixteen. Tommy and his mother were devastated. Their life had been perfect; they lived in a large suburban house with a two-garage garage, and there were several good schools in the area. Everything had been fine until this accident.

One evening, Bob Rhett got off work late. On his way home, a car sped towards him. It veered off the center line and crashed into the front of his car. According to the police, the driver of the other car was drunk and was traveling at nearly 100 miles per hour.

The funeral arrangements were difficult. Friends and family from all over rushed to help Tommy and his mother. But after the funeral, when she and Tommy returned home, they had to handle the rest on their own. This accident dramatically changed their lives.

Tommy's mother, Susan, had to go back to work to support the family, and they also had to sell their house. In the two years since Bob's death, Susan had worked hard and achieved considerable success in her career. She had also been lucky with her stock investments. She bought herself and Tommy a new house. Although it wasn't as big as their previous one, the mother and son lived very comfortably and happily. Their salaries and stock investments ensured they had enough to eat and wear, and they even went on occasional vacations.

Although their lives had been stable for the past two years, the impact of the accident hadn't diminished with time; they remained grieving the loss of their husband and father. They relied on and supported each other, making their relationship even closer than that of a typical mother and son.

Tommy Rhett suddenly became the only man in the family, but he knew he couldn't replace his father to his mother.

Tommy was a tall, thin, and handsome boy. He was six feet one inch tall and weighed 175 pounds. He was taller than most of his classmates. He appeared confident, but in reality, he was very shy and extremely sensitive. Although he inherited his father's handsome face and his mother's bright blue eyes, he felt uncomfortable around girls.

Tommy wanted to date girls, but whenever he was alone with a pretty girl, he would become tongue-tied and embarrassed. So he used the simplest method: avoiding girls. When he had holidays and no classes, he would lie to his mother and say he was going on dates.

Now Tommy was eighteen, graduating high school with excellent grades and a football scholarship to the local college. He had never had a girlfriend. He knew it was due to his extreme embarrassment. Shortly after his father's death, he became introverted and shy, which led to a slight stutter. He was able to control it most of the time, so his mother still didn't know he had a stutter. But it would show when he was nervous, especially in front of pretty girls his age.

Susan was still a very attractive woman. She was tall and well-proportioned, five feet seven inches. However, like most women, she was still unhappy with her body. She thought her hips were too full and her breasts too large. So she always dressed conservatively to cover up what she considered to be her body's flaws.

Since Bob's death, Susan has never remarried and lives alone. Although she tries not to rely too much on Tommy, he seems to be the only one who truly understands her. He can sense when she's sad, angry, or lonely without her having to tell him. Susan feels comforted, thinking Tommy is truly understanding.

She's tried dating many times. But unfortunately, she hasn't met a man she truly likes. None of them have genuinely cared for her emotionally, nor have they offered her help when she's in trouble; they're only interested in having sex with her. Susan still has strong desires. She desperately wants a gentle, considerate, and understanding man. Most of the men she dates think she's a young widow who just wants sexual satisfaction.

Tommy was very supportive of her having boyfriends, but when he hinted that she should find someone else, she always told him he was the only man she needed in her life. She felt like she was lying to Tommy, and she would inexplicably think of Bob. She knew very well that time had passed, but she couldn't forget the past.

Now thirty-six years old, Susan worked tirelessly to support her family. She was the head of public relations, extremely busy. She worked twelve hours a day, sometimes even on Saturdays.

Tommy told her she should wear sexier clothes, short skirts and low-cut tops would make her look prettier. He also said she needed to showcase her assets, which would greatly help her PR work. After doing so, her work performance did improve. But her beautiful face alone was enough to make the men opposite her glance at her from time to time.

Whenever Tommy told her she should have a boyfriend, she would turn around and tell him she should have a girlfriend.

Susan was very worried about her son's lack of social skills. She wanted him to go out and make friends in his free time, but he stayed home with her almost every weekend night.

1:

One Saturday night, Susan came into the living room and saw Tommy sitting on the sofa watching TV as usual.

"Tommy, why are you still at home tonight? Why don't you go out with someone?" Susan asked, walking over to sit down next to her son and putting an arm around his shoulder. They had this conversation almost every weekend night.

"Please, Mom, let me rest. I don't want to go out; it's better to stay home with you."

This was his usual standard answer. They both knew it was a weak excuse.

"Tommy, you need to make friends, you know… a girlfriend," Susan said loudly. Then she looked at him seriously and said, "I'm worried about you." "

You don't seem to have a boyfriend either. Why do I need a girlfriend?"

"Please, Tommy, you're different from me. I'm already married. And I already have a man.

It's you!" Susan said, lovingly pulling him into her arms.

“Yes, I have plenty of time to date, but I already have a woman. It’s you!” Tommy replied, using his mother’s words, and couldn’t help but laugh as he said it.

Susan sighed helplessly. “Then we’re a perfect match, aren’t we?”

“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Tommy said sincerely, snuggling into her arms.

“You’re my best friend too,” Susan said, hugging him again. But she still didn’t stop.

“You need other female friends. It’s not good for your health.”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Mom…”

“What is it?”

Tommy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He leaned back, rested his head on the sofa, and closed his eyes. His face became embarrassed. “Nothing, don’t worry,” he said.

“Tell me, Tommy… tell Mom,” Susan said, turning his head to face her. She stared into his blurry eyes and said, "You and Mom always talk about everything. Is there something you can't tell Mom now?"

Tommy wanted to tell his mother about his shyness and stutter, but he didn't want her to worry. Besides, he felt embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now he finally mustered the courage to tell his mother; he knew he had to. "It's...it's me...I get very nervous around girls. Especially around pretty girls, I get very shy, and I...I...I start to stutter,"

Tommy said, avoiding his mother's gaze.

Susan was surprised but didn't show it. She had never heard him stutter before. "Wait a minute, you always say I'm a beautiful girl, but you don't stutter."

"Seriously, Mom, I get flustered around girls. I've only kissed two girls so far," Tommy blurted out without thinking. He tried to stop himself, but it was too late.

"Really?" Susan said in surprise. "My God, he's only kissed two girls in his eighteen years," she thought. "He must still be a virgin!" Susan was shocked. A serious question popped into her head. "So, do you like girls?"

"Mom! Of course I like girls," Tommy said, completely embarrassed.

Susan sighed in relief.

"It's just...it's just...damn!...I haven't had a single real date yet."

"Wow! Tommy, I'm at a loss too!" Susan could no longer maintain her composure and said in shock. "I saw you going out too. I asked you where you were going, and you said you were going on a date with a girl." "

I'm sorry, Mom, I lied then. I went to the library, or maybe the mall.

I just didn't want you to worry about me. I've already made you worry so much."

Suddenly, Susan realized that she hadn't really cared about Tommy since his father's death. She had foolishly thought she knew him. She had been numbing her grief by working tirelessly, and she suddenly felt guilty towards Tommy for being so busy with work and completely neglecting him. It was obvious that he was very sexually immature. " Oh my god, how could I be so stupid," she thought.

Mother and son sat silently for a long time. Neither knew what to say.

Finally, Susan broke the silence and spoke first.

"Tommy, how about we go on a date?"

"Please, Mom! Be serious, don't tease me!"

"I'm serious. You're comfortable with me, so why don't we try going on a date?

You can treat me like your girlfriend. I can tell you how to date girls. After all, I remember what I liked when I was a girl." Susan paused, suddenly realizing that going out with his mother might embarrass him. "Hmm…is it too embarrassing for you to be seen with your old mother?"

"Mom, you're not old. You're the most beautiful woman I know!" His face immediately turned bright red.

"Thank you, darling, you're the most handsome man I know too! So why can't two good-looking people like us go on a date?"

Tommy thought quietly for a few minutes. Going on a date with her might help him, he thought. And if anything went wrong on the date, she wouldn't abandon him. This might be the only way she could help him. He suddenly liked his mother's suggestion. "Hmm...okay...I think this will be interesting," Tommy said casually.

"You don't seem too keen," Susan pouted.

"No," Tommy said immediately. "It's just...just..."

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I...I'm not really sure about it. I...I...um...you know, if I do something wrong, I feel stupid. It's embarrassing...embarrassing," Tommy stammered.

"Nothing will embarrass you, darling," Susan said, patting his leg affectionately. "Come on, let's change, and then you take me out for dinner and a movie," Susan said, grabbing her car keys from the table and tossing them to him. "You'll be my driver today, my little sweetheart."

"Mom!" Tommy exclaimed, his face turning red again. But beneath his embarrassed exterior, there was a strong sense of excitement inside.

Twenty minutes later, Tommy was already in the living room, pacing nervously as he waited for his mother.

He looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly seemed to freeze, unable to utter a word.

Susan wore a low-cut, tight-fitting white pullover top that exposed her full breasts, a black mini-skirt, and high heels. She thought Tommy would love her outfit, since he had chosen it for her.

"What's wrong?" Susan asked anxiously, looking at her son's face. Suddenly, she wondered if her outfit was too revealing.

"Mom, um...um...you see...it looks..." Tommy stammered, trying to tell his mother he looked beautiful.

"I'll go change," Susan said, turning to go upstairs, wondering if her outfit was too "sexy."

"No need! You look very beautiful," Tommy blurted out.

Susan smiled and turned back. "Thank you for the compliment, darling. I thought it was my clothes that bothered you."

"Mom, I really hope my friends see me with you. Oh my god, they'll be so jealous!"

Susan felt very smug. "Well then, let's go out and let them be jealous. You can call me Susan tonight," she said with a smile.

"Okay, Mom... Susan," Tommy replied. "Susan," he repeated, as if afraid he would forget.

Tommy hurried to the car, opened the door for his mother, and stepped aside to let her in.

As she settled into the seat, her short skirt rode up, exposing most of her thighs, which Tommy couldn't help but stare at. When he looked up, he saw his mother smiling at him. Oh my god, she saw me staring at her thighs, Tommy thought. How could I do that, he felt guilty.

As Tommy drove, he couldn't help but stare at his mother's legs. He felt his penis throbbing between her legs, and suddenly, he felt very confused.

Susan's thighs were exposed under her skirt. She tried to pull it down, but her seat was concave, and the skirt naturally rode up her thighs, making it impossible to cover them.

Tommy parked near their occasional Italian diner. It was quiet and secluded, furnished entirely in a Mediterranean style. Red tablecloths covered the tables, and each table had a wine bottle resting diagonally on a shelf, with a candle lit in the center. Someone was playing the violin.

Dinner was wonderful and very relaxing. Susan even had Tommy have two glasses of wine. She wanted him to feel more grown up. He definitely needed to build some confidence.

Susan drank much more than Tommy. She felt a little tipsy, but still comfortable and relaxed.

Tommy could chat freely with his mother. The alcohol made his tongue less stiff. And he didn't think this was a real date at all.

They were like a couple on a date, talking about school, friends, music, movies, and everything in between. Occasionally, Susan would give him advice on how to date a girl—like waiting for his girlfriend to sit down before he did, and opening doors for her at restaurants. She spoke as gently as possible. Unsurprisingly, Tommy didn't need much instruction. He was a natural gentleman, like his father.

Soon, Tommy truly forgot that Susan was his mother.

Susan, too, briefly forgot she was dating her son. He suddenly seemed to mature. As he chatted and laughed, the dim candlelight made his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. He was so handsome, she thought. Suddenly, Susan felt a slight tremor run through her body.

After dinner, Tommy helped Susan out of the restaurant. He hurried to open the car door.

Susan's steps were slightly unsteady. She knew she shouldn't have drunk that last glass.

Tommy opened the car door and helped his mother into the car, trying his best not to look at her exposed thighs. However, it was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes were drawn to his mother's crotch. Although it was late and dark, the streetlights still illuminated her crotch. Tommy held his breath. His mother's legs were spread wide, exposing the tops of her stockings, then her smooth thighs, and then her private parts tightly bound by pale blue silk panties. One leg dangled outside the car for a moment.

Tommy stood there motionless, his eyes wide open.

"Um... shall we go see a movie?" Susan asked, noticing her son looking under her skirt again. Another shiver ran through her body. At this moment, Susan wasn't sure if she had unconsciously spread her legs like that. She felt incredibly obscene tonight. It didn't matter, she thought. The alcohol made everything seem natural.

When Tommy saw his mother staring at him, his shocked face turned red. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of his behavior. If he could do this to his mother, what would he do to a girl if he actually went out on a date? He couldn't help but wonder.

They bought water and popcorn and went into the movie theater, finding two seats in the back row. A while after the movie started, there weren't many people. They were practically the only two in the theater.

It was a comedy, and they were thoroughly enjoying it. About halfway through the movie, Tommy carefully raised his arm and placed it on the back of his mother's seat. His arm rested against her shoulder.

Susan felt his arm and her body trembled slightly.

Just as they were laughing, Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his hand hanging down. His mother, startled, sighed and leaned against him.

Susan smiled inwardly at her son's boldness. She felt comfortable; she hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Suddenly, Tommy realized his fingers were touching her exposed breasts at the neckline. He could feel his heart begin to pound.

Susan felt his fingers, but she didn't remove them, not wanting to spoil the moment. Besides, it was nothing, probably an accident, she told herself.

Tommy couldn't concentrate on the movie. His fingers, as if beyond his control, began to gently caress her breasts. His movements were so subtle, almost imperceptible. But Tommy could feel it. He felt the heat radiating from his fingers against her breasts. Stop! he told himself.

A moment later, Susan noticed his fingers moving. It was a provocative touch, arousing her. Until she felt goosebumps rise on her chest, she thought it was an accident, and she knew she should stop him. However, she didn't want to embarrass him. He probably had no idea what he was doing. It was just a natural touch. But the tingling sensation she felt between her legs was anything but natural.

Tommy became bolder, his trembling fingers slipping under her blouse, the tips just barely touching the elastic neckline. Without a doubt, this was no accident. He couldn't believe his own audacity.

Susan's breathing quickened. She wanted to stop him, but it had been a long time since anyone had touched her so tenderly. At that moment, her maternal responsibilities and her long-suppressed desires were locked in a fierce struggle within her.

Susan fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. Incredibly, she felt her panties slowly becoming damp. When Susan felt Tommy's hand reaching inside again, she grabbed it, stopping him. But she didn't remove his hand; she simply pressed it firmly against her soft breasts.

Tommy, relieved to escape his mother's scolding, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she released his hand and reached for the popcorn beside her, she turned slightly, giving Tommy the opportunity to reach inside her clothes again. By the time she stopped him, his hand was halfway in.

At this moment, Susan still didn't remove his hand from her body. Her heart raced.

Tommy felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. Tommy couldn't reach between his legs to grab and rub his penis.

Susan gripped Tommy's trembling wrist tightly, knowing he was just a hair's breadth away from touching her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were already on her areola. She could feel the hard, throbbing nipple. Her breathing was as heavy as Tommy's.

The two sat there motionless. As Susan's fingers relaxed, she felt Tommy's hand reach in again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel his fingers caressing her numb areola. Then they parted and clamped her swollen nipple...

Suddenly, the theater lights came on.

Susan jerked as if struck by lightning, her body jerking violently from her seat. She yanked his hand away from her body. She sat there shakily, waiting for the few remaining people in the theater to leave. Finally, her legs gave way, and she stood up weakly and walked toward the exit.

When they came out of the theater, Tommy had to follow behind his mother, because he didn't want anyone to see his erect penis.

Susan followed behind, breathing heavily. She wondered why he was following her. She glanced back and knew what her young lover's problem was. She resisted looking at him a second time. Suddenly, she felt like she was back in high school. She recalled many memories of Tommy's father.

They drove home quietly. Tommy couldn't believe what had just happened in the movie theater. It felt like a dream. Damn it, his hand was really on his mother's breast, and she hadn't even stopped him. But he still felt embarrassed, like he was despicable. His mother had been so good to him, being his girlfriend and accompanying him on dates, and this was how he repaid her.

Susan couldn't believe she had let it happen. She told herself again that it didn't matter. After all, her son needed to build some confidence, she made excuses for herself.

Tommy opened their front door, then stopped and turned to face his mother.

"Thank you, Mom... no, Susan, I... I... I... had a lot of fun," he stammered nervously.

"I had a lot of fun too, Tommy, you're a wonderful lover," Susan said sincerely.

Tommy stood nervously in front of his mother, his hands awkwardly at his sides. He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Suppressing his urges, he asked, "Um... um... um... first date... is it okay for a guy to kiss a girl on a first date?" Tommy blurted out nervously without thinking.

His heart pounded again. His mother didn't answer immediately, and he thought his request might be dashed.

"Um... not on a first date, but because you've been so good, I can allow you to kiss me," Susan said, but inwardly she screamed, "No! No!" The beautiful night, the date, and the wine—all of this made Susan completely give in to his desire.

Tommy's heart leaped. Oh God, he was about to achieve his dream. He was going to kiss his mother. Suddenly, he froze, motionless.

"What's wrong?" Susan said, closing her eyes, her heart pounding. This is a terrible mistake, she told herself.

"I really... um... you know, I... I... don't know what to do."

"Come here," Susan said, offering her lips to her son.

His arms naturally wrapped around her back. His lips were stiff, and they pressed hard against his mother's soft lips.

"Wait," she said, pulling away from his kiss. "Don't kiss your girlfriend like that. Moisten your lips, relax them," Susan said in a motherly tone. But what she was doing was not what a mother should do.

Tommy moistened and relaxed his lips as his mother instructed. He felt her offer her lips to him again. This time he relaxed and kissed his mother's soft lips. Suddenly, he was very excited; her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips felt very soft, and he could smell her fragrant scent. His head began to spin.

Susan moaned as she probed her tongue into her son's warm mouth. It was purely a natural reflex. She felt his tongue, and a shiver ran through her body. Susan immediately threw herself into a passionate kiss with her son. Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue. She was completely lost in that moment. She pulled away, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Is that better now?" Susan tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.

"Great, let's do it again," Tommy blurted out boldly, pulling his mother into his arms.

Suddenly, Susan felt her son's erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. She thought to herself that she could still excite a young man, and she couldn't help but shudder with excitement. Wait, she cried out inwardly, this is my own son! She knew she had to stop it before she lost control.

"No! No!" Susan screamed. Then she realized her tone was too harsh, and softened it. "A kiss on a first date is great. Don't be so greedy," Susan said jokingly, pushing her son away.

"Annoying," Tommy said with an innocent smile, trying to hide his excitement and disappointment. Then he became serious. "Mom, I had a lot of fun tonight. Can we...can we go out together again, okay?"

"Hmm...if you make me happy, I think so," Susan said, kissing his lips, and then they went inside.

That night, Tommy lay on the bed, his hand gripping his penis, fantasizing about his mother. Before, he fantasized about the pretty girls at school. Now, his mother occupied his entire mind. He could still feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest, her soft skin so smooth. If they were in a movie theater, if the lights weren't on, he would be kneading her hard nipples. Even now, he could still feel how her soft lips kissed him, the sensation of her tongue teasing him in his mouth. In just a few minutes, he reached orgasm

, ejaculating all over his abdomen. He masturbated three times that night. Meanwhile, Susan lay on the bed, one hand kneading her breast that Tommy had touched, while the other hand masturbated with three fingers. Her juices dripped continuously, soaking her fingers and the sheets beneath her. Then she suddenly burst into tears. "Oh God, what have I done?" she wondered to herself.

Susan. Rhett cried herself to sleep.
05-01
2:

The next morning, Tommy saw his mother sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee. He hesitated for a moment, then went over and poured her a cup. He sat down, holding the cup with both hands. The room suddenly became very, very quiet, an unsettling silence. A new day seemed to make everything different from before. They felt guilty about what had happened.

"Mom..."

"Tommy..."

They both spoke at the same time, then stopped, exchanging a knowing smile to avoid embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said.

"Tommy... um... we... um... what happened last night..." Susan stammered.

"I... I... know, Mom," Tommy interrupted his mother. "I'm sorry, I made everything so bad," he said, almost crying, waiting for her to get angry.

Susan stared at him in surprise. "It's not your fault, honey. It's my fault. Let's forget about it. It was probably because of that bottle of wine," Susan said, making an excuse. "I shouldn't have drunk so much." "

Then... then... um... can we go out together again?" Tommy asked hopefully.

"That doesn't seem right."

"I know," Tommy said angrily. However, he was angry with himself. He got up and stormed out of the kitchen, tears welling in his eyes.

"Tommy!" Susan called after him. However, he had already rushed out of the kitchen. Now Susan was heartbroken. She knew she had made things worse, and she couldn't control her emotions; tears streamed down her face.

That evening, Susan gently knocked on Tommy's bedroom door. When she heard Tommy tell her to come in, she gently pushed the door open. He was lying in bed reading a magazine. "Tommy, can we talk?" Susan asked, walking over and sitting down, her face slightly tense.

"Of course," he replied, turning over, placing his hands behind his head, and staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Tommy… I feel so sorry for… for what happened," Susan said with difficulty. "Tommy, I mean, we talked about going on a date this morning. I've been thinking about it all day, and I know it's entirely my fault. We're both lonely, and we both miss Dad so much." Suddenly, Susan stopped speaking, choked up, and then quickly burst into tears.

Tommy immediately got up and sat down next to his mother. He carefully pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him, and tears streamed down his face as well.

Although she felt comfortable in his arms, it only made her cry harder. All her emotions seemed to burst forth at that moment. Two years of lonely life, a new job, working hard to earn money—this was a true reflection of her life.

After a while, her crying turned into sobbing. "Mom, I love you so much," Tommy said sincerely.

Susan sat up and wiped away her tears. "Tommy, I love you just as much as you do. We can't be apart, maybe even more now than before."

"Can we be honest with each other for a while?" Tommy asked, seemingly more mature.

"Of course! We must be honest with each other," Susan said, wondering what he was going to say.

"You...you are a beautiful and sexy woman," Tommy said, trying not to stutter. "I...you...um...damn it, and I'm just an easily excitable little boy. I apologize for what I did," he blurted out without thinking, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

Susan frowned at him, then smiled slightly. Suddenly, they both burst into laughter, laughing so hard they almost fell off the bed. The situation seemed utterly absurd. Without much effort, their problem was solved.

When they calmed down, Susan turned to Tommy and said, "I'm available to be your girlfriend anytime you want." Then she kissed him on the lips.

"Great! Our soccer team has a picnic next Sunday, and I need a girlfriend," Tommy said hopefully.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going very smoothly.

Tommy's high school soccer team was having a farewell party in the park for their graduation, where they could bring their parents or girlfriends. Tommy hadn't planned to go because he didn't have a girlfriend. He knew those guys all had girlfriends. He figured they wouldn't bring their parents. Suddenly, everything was solved. His mother would be his girlfriend.

3:

A few days later.

Tommy was home alone that afternoon. It was hot, and he had just finished mowing the weeds in his yard, so he decided to take a good shower. He went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and went straight into the glass-enclosed shower stall, carelessly forgetting to close the door. When the cool water first splashed on him, he felt a little chilly, but his body quickly adjusted; the fine streams of water felt comfortable and refreshing. As he began to lather himself with soap, images of his mother flashed through his mind.

His penis instantly became fully erect. He lathered his genitals as well, then closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and unconsciously began to stroke his large penis, fantasizing about his beautiful mother. He remembered how close he had come to touching her nipples. Susan

didn't have much work to do today, so she decided to go home early. When she got home, she called out to Tommy. But she didn't hear Tommy answer; she thought he might be sleeping. She went upstairs to ask if he wanted to rent some movies to watch with her at home tonight, but she couldn't find him. She came back downstairs and noticed the shower door was open. When she peered inside, she was stunned by what she saw. Her eyes widened as she stared at her son in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, and one hand was stroking the largest penis she had ever seen. She had never seen another man's penis; she only knew that her son's was much larger than Bob's.

Susan shook her head, trying to leave, but her legs seemed to have a mind of their own and wouldn't move. She stared in amazement at Tommy's long penis, feeling incredibly excited, and her vagina became wet.

"Ah...suck," Tommy murmured as he stroked his penis. His breathing became rapid, and Susan realized he was about to reach orgasm and ejaculate. His hand moved rapidly, producing a lot of soap suds that splattered down. "Oh...yes, yes, you're sucking my penis so well, Mom," he groaned. His long penis suddenly twitched, and a stream of semen shot out from the glans, flying out of the bathroom and splashing onto the floor.

Susan watched her son climax, feeling as if she were about to faint. She could feel her vagina twitching, her juices flowing out, soaking her panties. Her thighs pressed together, grinding against each other, one hand unconsciously beginning to knead her breasts.

Tommy suddenly opened his eyes. He jumped when he saw his mother. But it was too late to stop ejaculating. He continued stroking his penis until his testicles were completely empty.

Susan was startled too, and hurriedly turned and left.

About an hour later, Tommy came downstairs wearing shorts and a tank top. He was extremely nervous about his mother's reaction. He felt like a fool for being caught masturbating.

Susan stood by the sink when she heard Tommy walk into the kitchen. She was also distressed by the embarrassing incident. She knew it was normal for Tommy to do that. Every boy masturbates. But his words kept echoing in her head: "Oh...yes, yes, you're sucking my cock so well, Mom."

She turned to Tommy with a smile, her body trembling slightly.

"Hi, darling. Just a moment, dinner'll be ready soon." She masked her inner turmoil with a smile.

She looked at her son, her gaze lingering longer than usual, a hint of envy in her eyes. Good heavens, he's so handsome, she thought. She remembered him in the bathroom, stroking his erect penis, and her face flushed.

Tommy was surprised to see his mother smile at him. He had been bracing himself for a scolding. His tension eased. He sat down at the table. "What are we doing tonight?"

"How about you rent a movie and we watch it tonight? But not one of those violent ones."

"Sure."

Susan placed the food on the table and sat down to eat dinner with her son. She knew she couldn't forget what happened in the bathroom. It could have a negative impact on him, she thought. They ate in silence until Susan figured out how to talk to her son. She knew she should resolve things with a lighthearted conversation. So she started by saying, "How about a shower?" She smiled at her son.

"What!" Tommy exclaimed. "

Please, Tommy, I think we should be honest with each other. I saw you... I should apologize. I didn't know you were showering."

"Um... um... but... I..." Tommy stammered.

"I know you're masturbating. All boys do it. We shouldn't be so bothered by it, okay?" Susan kept smiling, but these were the hardest words she'd ever said. Now that it was out in the open, she felt a sudden sense of relief. She thought she didn't have to tell him what she'd said when she heard him masturbating.

"Um... okay, Mom. Um... I apologize too. I'll remember to close the door next time." "

It's alright. This is our home, we can do whatever we want," Susan said. "You're in the middle of a whirlwind right now, aren't you?" Susan couldn't help but laugh.

Tommy could only smile in response to his mother. He laughed along.

She then teased, "Did you clean the floor?"

"Mom..." Tommy called out embarrassedly, his face turning bright red.

"Just kidding."

4:

Tommy and his mother finished their meal and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

"I'll wash these dishes and then take a shower. Go to the video store and rent a movie; we'll watch it together tonight."

"Okay," Tommy said, standing up and grabbing his car keys. Then he went to his mother, gently kissed her lips, and said, "I'll be right back. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, darling. Be careful on the road."

Susan finished washing the dishes and went into the bathroom to shower. As she stepped into the bathroom, she felt a little uneasy about what was happening there. She was in the same bathroom where her son had masturbated. A strange feeling welled up inside her; it was as if she had caught it from her son, and she felt inexplicably excited. She suppressed the urge to masturbate and forced herself to finish her shower quickly.

Tommy went to the video store, picked out a drama his mother liked, and immediately drove home. As he went upstairs and passed his mother's bedroom, he saw the door slightly ajar. He stopped, and through the crack in the door, he saw his mother sitting on the bed, painting her fingernails. She had a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. Tommy peeked inside and saw his mother stand up and walk to the dressing table to look in the mirror. He was surprised; the towel wrapped around her body barely covered her buttocks. Her legs looked long and her skin smooth. He stood silently, watching his mother. Then she untied the towel from her head and used it to dry her wet hair. Tommy knew he shouldn't be spying on his mother, but he couldn't control his eyes.

Susan dried her hair almost completely with the towel, then took out the hairdryer and continued drying it.

She looked in the mirror as she dried it. Suddenly, she saw a figure through the crack in her bedroom door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt scared, but she immediately realized it was Tommy returning from renting movies. He was peeking through the crack, clearly spying on her. She wanted to close the door, but she knew it would embarrass him. And they had agreed that she could be free at home; if she did, he would think she was deceiving him. Susan continued drying her hair, letting her son see her exposed body.

Tommy saw his mother put down the hairdryer, and just as he was about to leave, he saw her reach for the knot of the towel around her neck.

Suddenly, Susan felt her body tremble with excitement. Her hands trembled as she gripped the knot of the towel around her neck. This is crazy, she thought. But she still untied the towel, leaving it open for a second or two. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror; she knew Tommy could see her naked front. She slowly let it fall from behind her, feeling her nipples harden. Then she heard a soft gasp.

Tommy gasped softly. He froze, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked body. Her figure was absolutely stunning. Her large, firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. He shifted his gaze to her private parts. Through the sparse golden pubic hair, he could see her full vulva slightly parted, revealing a pinkish-red interior. At that moment, Tommy's penis was throbbing and swelling inside his underwear.

What Susan did next shocked her, perhaps even more than Tommy. She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. She slightly parted her legs, her buttocks raised.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, staring at his mother's beautiful buttocks. He looked between her legs; her full vulva was right before his eyes. He could even see the wet, glistening labia. He didn't know his mother was as aroused as he was.

Susan felt she had been bent over for a long time, but this time it was only a few seconds longer than usual. When she felt the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva, she knew she had to stand up. She slowly stood up, still holding a small red thong in her hand. She bent down again, stepping in and pulling the thong up to her waist.

She felt the soft fabric against her skin, and it tightly bound her swollen, aroused vulva.

Somehow, Tommy left his mother's bedroom.

Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I can't stand it if he doesn't leave soon," she thought to herself as she dressed.

She was wearing a nightgown that barely covered her thighs. She stopped as she was about to leave the room. She pulled up her skirt, removed her red panties, and tossed them onto the bed.

A moment later, Susan came into the living room. Tommy had already put the movie in the DVD player and prepared popcorn.

"Perfect, Mom," he said to her.

"Popcorn too! Great!"

"I even got you some wine," Tommy said proudly, pointing to a bottle chilled in the ice bucket.

"Thank you, honey!"

They turned off the lights and started watching the movie together.

Tommy didn't like these kinds of movies, but he knew his mother did.

Susan sat on the sofa, while Tommy sat on the floor with his back against the sofa. About an hour later, Tommy told his mother he needed to use the bathroom. As he went upstairs and passed his mother's bedroom, he stopped as if drawn by something. He saw a red panty lying on the bed. "Oh my god, isn't she wearing underwear?" A

shocking question arose in his mind.

Tommy returned to the living room with this mystery in his mind. He wondered if what was under her skirt was what he imagined. As Tommy sat back down on the floor, he leaned slightly towards his mother so he could sneak a peek under her skirt. But he tried several times without success. Finally, he sighed in disappointment and decided to give up, ceasing all hope.

Susan sat on the sofa, sipping her wine. She realized Tommy wanted to see under her skirt. She wanted to laugh, but she held it back, deliberately twisting her legs away from him to prevent him from seeing. She knew it was cruel to tease him like this, but she kept it up until she finished her wine. Then she leaned back on the sofa armrest, bending her legs and placing her feet on the sofa. At this point, her skirt barely covered her buttocks.

Tommy saw out of the corner of his eye that his mother shifted her position. He glanced at her legs and saw her body move slightly again. He could now see the back of her thighs, but the skirt still concealed her private parts.

After a while, the room became quiet. Tommy turned and saw that his mother was asleep. He knew she fell asleep easily after drinking wine. Suddenly, a dirty thought flashed through his mind.

Tommy silently stood up and quietly sat down beside his mother. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded loud to him. His heart pounded. He waited a moment to make sure she was asleep. He reached out and pinched her skirt, then slowly pulled it down from her thighs. Tommy stopped when the skirt just revealed her buttocks. That was enough, he thought. Then he sat back down on the floor. He waited a while before turning to look at his mother. He saw her vulva right in front of him, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. Although the room was dark, the fluorescent light from the television was enough for him to see her vulva clearly.

Susan seemed to moan softly in her sleep, and her body stirred slightly, causing the skirt to slide down a little further from her thighs. Then, one of her legs wiggled slightly, and the skirt slid down even further, almost gathering at her waist. She could feel a cool breeze on her private parts, and the thought of her vulva being exposed to her own son made her body tremble with excitement.

Tommy saw everything now. Her smooth, white buttocks shone brightly in the fluorescent light of the television. He could almost see her anus and pink labia minora nestled between her buttocks. Tommy, disregarding the danger, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He stared at his mother's vulva and began to masturbate.

All Susan could do was remain motionless, pretending to be asleep on the sofa. She could feel her son's eyes fixed on her vulva and knew that her juices were flowing out, dripping onto her thighs. She slowly opened her eyes a crack. When she saw Tommy masturbating with his penis in his hand, she immediately felt a sudden dizziness. She spread her legs a little wider, sliding her body down, making her private parts even more clearly visible. At this moment, her short skirt was bunched up at her waist.

"Oh, God!" Tommy whispered. Now he could clearly see his mother's full vulva and brown anus. His hand moved up and down rapidly, about to reach orgasm. Tommy suddenly groaned and began to ejaculate. The first spurt of semen splashed onto the back of his mother's thighs, near her private parts. When he saw the scene before him, he became even more excited and ejaculated even more forcefully. Tommy was currently experiencing the pleasure of orgasm and had no idea that he needed to wipe the semen he had ejaculated on his mother's legs before she woke up.

Susan didn't see what happened, but she knew from his groans that he had reached orgasm. Then, to her disbelief, Tommy ejaculated onto her thigh. She thought to herself that this also brought her a mini-orgasm.

When Tommy's testicles were empty, he awkwardly pulled up his shorts. He blamed himself again for not controlling himself; he shouldn't have had such lewd thoughts about his mother. He could see his semen dripping down her thighs. He thought, "Oh my god, what am I doing?"

Just as Tommy was lost in thought, Susan stirred and opened her eyes.

"I must have fallen asleep," she said, stretching her arms and yawning.

"Hmm...yes, you only slept for a little while," Tommy replied, his eyes fixed on his semen dripping down his mother's legs.

Susan stood up, her legs wobbling so much she almost fell back down. She pretended to have just woken up. However, the real reason was excitement causing her brain to rush. She was perfectly aware that Tommy's semen was stuck to her thighs. She kissed him goodnight and went back to her bedroom. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and reached behind her thighs, touching her son's sticky secretions. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably. A sudden orgasm washed over her. After the orgasm subsided, she reached up and pulled her skirt up to her waist, masturbating until she was exhausted and fell asleep. The next morning, her skirt was bunched up at her waist, and Tommy's dried semen was still on her thighs.

5:

Tommy was waiting in the living room for his mother to come down so they could go to the state park together. When he got up in the morning and went into the kitchen for breakfast, he met his mother and noticed that she seemed unaware of anything. She even gave him a sweet smile and chatted as usual. He thought to himself that he hadn't been caught this time, but he would have to be more careful next time he did something to his mother.

Susan rationally considered what had happened. He was still a teenager, just beginning to experience sexuality. It was normal for him to fantasize about his mother. But on the other hand, she had to admit that Tommy's actions had stirred a strange feeling within her. She would have to be careful in controlling what happened next.

Susan came down the stairs wearing a sleeveless vest and tight shorts, and Tommy was taken aback.

He could almost see her vulva protruding between her legs. She definitely wasn't wearing underwear, he thought, resisting the urge to look there. Tommy was also surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Susan's large breasts were firm and proud. She walked towards her son, and she could feel them swaying with each step, and her hardened nipples protruded from under her vest, as if they were about to burst out.

"Am I alright?" Susan asked, looking at Tommy's admiring expression.

"Absolutely fantastic, Mom. I won't let anyone near you."

Susan smiled at her son, Wan'er, took his arm, and walked out of the room together. His arm was pressed against her breast.

The park was very large, with many picnic tables, dense woods, and a very large lake where many people were rowing small boats. Susan and Bob often brought Tommy here to play when he was little, to swing him on the swings, and to play with him in the lake.

When they arrived, the park was crowded and noisy. Family and friends were there. Tommy jumped out of the car and opened the door for his mother. They walked confidently and smilingly into the crowd.

Soon everyone noticed Susan. The boys and their fathers drooled, while the women looked on with envy. As she got food for herself and her son, many men tried to flirt with Susan, but she refused them all, saying she already had a partner, and pointing to her son standing not far away. Tommy smiled, nodding to the disappointed men with a hint of smugness, as if to say, "She's mine now, don't even think about it."

After everyone finished eating, they found their own activities; some played volleyball, some went boating, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Tommy and Susan grabbed blankets and climbed a small hill, finding a huge oak tree quite a distance from the crowd. Susan helped Tommy spread the blankets on the ground; she'd had a little too much wine and was starting to sway.

The two sat on the blankets, watching the people below, enjoying the refreshing breeze of early summer.

Tommy reached out and hugged his mother, who nestled against him obediently. "I love you, Mom," he whispered.

"I love you too, Tommy," Susan said, turning to face him in his arms.

Tommy saw a tear in her eye.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Tommy asked with concern.

“Nothing, darling, it just feels so good, I suddenly feel like crying. Your father and I used to bring you here all the time. We used to sit under this oak tree. I haven’t felt this good since your father passed away. Thank you for always being there for me,” Susan said, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I will always be there for you, Mom.”

As Tommy’s arms tightened around his mother, he realized his fingers were touching her breasts again. This time, he felt the part of her breasts peeking out from under the neckline of her vest. Tommy slowly moved his hand, feeling her soft breasts. He held his breath, waiting for her to stop him.

Susan sensed what Tommy was doing. But she didn’t want to stop him, so she let him gently caress her breasts. However, that familiar, wonderful feeling began to grow between her legs again. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she pressed her body completely against her son’s strong chest.

Tommy very slowly slipped his hand under her vest. He waited a long time, until she reached out and grabbed his hand like she did in the movie theater. When he realized she didn't intend to, he mustered his courage, opened his palm, and stroked upwards, placing his hand under her breast and slowly moving it upwards. When he grasped one of her breasts in his hand, his head spun. His penis throbbed in his shorts. He felt her hard nipples burning his palm. A

loud scream pierced Susan's alcohol-numbed brain, wanting him to stop. But her restless crotch prevented it from escaping.

"Ah..." a soft moan.

Tommy thought he heard her moan. But no, it was her heavy, rhythmic breathing. He looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed. Her body was pressed against him, leading him to believe she might be asleep. His hand slowly withdrew from under her vest and rested on her warm abdomen. Tommy's hand slowly moved upwards, and when it touched his bare skin, he felt as if he were being electrocuted; his semen was about to ejaculate into his pants. He took a deep breath, then flipped his hand upwards and grabbed his mother's breast. He waited for her reaction, which felt like an eternity. She didn't react, so he began to knead it. He gently lifted her full breast, feeling its softness and elasticity. He worried that she might wake up at any moment.

At this moment, Susan's brain was flushed, and she felt dizzy. She couldn't react immediately. She knew she should stop him, but she was controlled by her desire and alcohol. Susan could feel her shorts getting wet and worried that her juices would flow.

Tommy became bolder. After kneading one breast, he kneaded the other. He slowly lowered his arm, letting her lie on her side in his arms, her back pressed against his throbbing penis. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her eyes were still closed. Then he shifted his gaze to his hands playing with her breasts inside her vest.

Susan lay there as still as she could, letting her son play with her breasts. She could feel his erect penis pressing against her back, and it was throbbing. It felt enormous. She controlled her breathing, trying to shift her hips.

Tommy kneaded her breasts for a while, then turned his attention to the hard nipples. He suddenly remembered that the nipple in his hand was the one he had suckled as a baby. Suddenly, he wanted to see them. He slowly pulled her vest up until a huge breast was exposed before him. His eyes widened, staring at the white, tender breasts and the hard, pink nipples. He reached out and gently grabbed them, the white flesh squeezing out between his fingers, a sight that captivated him.

Susan had to stop him now. She shifted her body, feeling Tommy immediately withdraw his hand and pull her vest back down. Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry, I tend to fall asleep easily when I drink. How long have I been asleep?"

"Hmm... not long."

"Let's take a walk," Susan said, standing up. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and almost collapsed.

Tommy immediately stood up and helped her.

They walked hand in hand down a path from the hillside toward the lake. Tommy couldn't hide the bulge in his crotch. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He shook his head, thinking he might have been dreaming.

Susan's eyes kept glancing down, staring at her son's crotch. Seeing his erect penis throbbing under his pants, she felt guilty.

Soon, they reached a small clearing by the lake.

"Let's sit here, Mom."

"Oh, no, it'll get my shorts dirty."

"Sit here," Tommy said, taking off his shirt and spreading it on the ground. Now he stood beside her in shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare.

"Wow, you've got muscles," Susan said, staring at her son's pectoral muscles. As she sat down, she felt her swollen, excited vulva twitch.

"From training."

"You're great," Susan said, sitting on Tommy's shirt that he had laid out. She felt the seams of her shorts digging into her vulva, and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Thank you," Tommy said, sitting down next to his mother and pulling her into his arms.

They sat in silence, looking at the vast expanse of shimmering water. They could see small boats in the distance, like dots. They could hear the playful sounds of children. At that moment, everything was perfect.

"Mom," Tommy broke the silence, "um... um... can I kiss you again?"

Susan gasped, startled. She didn't answer immediately. However, she knew he would ask again later. She pondered how to politely refuse him without hurting his feelings. She thought of many ways, but none could perfectly solve the problem. At that moment, she could almost still feel his hand caressing her breasts, her aroused vulva still dripping with lustful fluid. She immediately stopped thinking about how to refuse him and said, "I think it's okay, but only this once, and never again."

Tommy's heart pounded. He nervously pulled his mother close, bringing his lips to hers. When their lips met, he excitedly pulled her into his arms. As soon as her lips parted, he impatiently thrust his tongue into her warm mouth. He could taste the wine-like aroma in her saliva. As soon as his tongue withdrew, his mother immediately slid her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, making her moan. They kissed passionately. Tommy again reached under his mother's vest, grabbing her breast.

This time Susan wasn't pretending to be asleep, but she still didn't stop him.

He grabbed her breast, letting out a groan. He pinched and kneaded her nipple, and his mother moaned softly, pressing her breast against his hand. They continued their passionate kiss, their lips almost swollen from kissing.

Finally, Susan pushed him away, gasping for breath. "Tommy, we can't do this, we...we...we have to stop."

Her tone didn't seem to be telling Tommy to stop. He pushed her to the ground, leaning over her and kissing her again. Her weak resistance was futile. He had already pulled up her tank top, exposing her breasts, her sensitive nipples hardening immediately at the cool breeze. He stopped kissing and sat up, looking down at his mother's beautiful, full breasts.

"My God, they're so beautiful," Tommy said, leaning down as if to kiss them.

"No, Tommy, don't," Susan said, pushing Tommy away.

Tommy collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving with each breath, his eyes fixed on the sky. "I...I'm such an idiot, Mom. I always mess things up. I'm sorry."

Susan sat up, pulled her vest back up, and looked at her son. She was furious at herself for losing control. It's my fault, not Tommy's, she thought. I'm an adult, I shouldn't let him lead me astray.

She looked down at her son's strong chest, sighed, and her gaze drifted down to the bulge in his shorts.

"You're not an idiot, Tommy. You're the best son, I love you so much," Susan whispered, then moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest. Her face was pressed against his warm skin. She could feel his heart pounding. Slowly, she relaxed, placing her hand on his abdomen and stroking it downwards. She was surprised by his well-defined abs, her gaze lingering on them. When Susan's hand touched his belt, she paused, as if making a decision, then began to unbutton his shorts.

Tommy lay there motionless, incredibly excited, even more so than in his dreams. "Mom," he whispered.

"Shh..." Susan shushed him as she unbuttoned his shorts, then pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for a moment, then her hand trembled as she reached into his shorts and grasped his erect penis.

"Oh..." he couldn't help but groan.

Susan pulled his stiff penis out of his shorts, exposing it to the bright sunlight. "Oh!"

she exclaimed, staring at her son's penis. The glans was swollen and engorged, and clear pre-ejaculate was seeping from the urethral opening. She felt his penis burning hot in her hand. As she began to stroke her son's penis up and down, she felt as if she were falling into a whirlpool, her body spinning and falling downwards.

Tommy trembled as he felt his mother forcefully stroke his penis. A gush of clear pre-ejaculate dripped from the wet, sticky tip of his glans. She then smeared the pre-ejaculate all over the glans, making it gleam in the sunlight. She gently stroked his penis, and he lost control, groaning in pleasure, as more and more pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening, dripping down and wetting her entire hand. Susan released his penis and slowly, trembling, placed her hand, covered in pre-ejaculate, to her lips. At that moment, a long, clear pre-ejaculate connected Susan's mouth to her son's penis. She pressed her head against his chest and slowly lowered it.

She's not… Tommy thought, feeling his mother's head move.

Susan knew how wrong, how crazy she was doing, but she didn't stop. She smeared his pre-ejaculate on her palm and then grasped his burning penis in her hand. Her head continued to move downwards, her eyes fixed intently on her hand, making it seem as if it weren't hers. This isn't real, she told herself. The penis clutched in her hand wasn't her son's.

Suddenly, Tommy gasped, his hips thrusting upwards.

Susan gasped as a stream of white semen shot from the glans, powerfully splashing onto her face and neck. Facing the oncoming semen, she screamed with excitement, the semen dripping down her neck.

She immediately gripped her son's still-erect penis, stroking it vigorously, the semen splashing before her eyes, covering his chest and abdomen. The semen was right in front of her. Susan could smell it. Then, her body convulsed, her legs clamping tightly together. She too reached orgasm, her body trembling uncontrollably with the rhythm of Tommy's ejaculation.

After a while, everything fell silent, save for the chirping of birds in the woods and the heavy breathing of the mother and son. Susan lifted her head, lying on her back on the ground, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Oh God, what would I do if he didn't ejaculate? she asked herself.

"I think we should go back," Susan said, sitting up. She glanced down at his semen-stained abdomen and shuddered. She could feel the semen on her face cooling and beginning to dry.

"Mom, I'm...I'm sorry," Tommy said, feeling ashamed that he hadn't controlled himself and had ejaculated on her face. Tommy stared shyly at his mother's wet cheeks and the streak of semen on her neck.

"Pick up your shirt, let's go."

Tommy picked up his shirt, hesitatingly glancing at his mother's semen-stained cheeks and neck. "Use this to wipe yourself?" he asked, holding his shirt to his mother.

"No, I'm fine, don't get your shirt dirty," Susan said. She felt the semen trickling down her neck and onto her breasts. It was a little unusual, but she liked it. She didn't want to wipe it off. Bob used to ejaculate on her face all the time, and Susan wouldn't wipe it off, letting it air dry.

They walked down the path, Susan swinging her hand, deliberately rubbing it against her son's. She looked straight ahead, silently taking his hand and holding it tightly.

Tommy finally felt a sense of relief.

They walked hand in hand back to where they had been sitting. They gathered their blankets and belongings and drove home in silence. Both mother and son were overwhelmed with thoughts.

6:

Susan had been very busy this week. She had to work late and sometimes bring unfinished work home. Tommy had also been busy finishing his new school's football history materials, so they hadn't had time to talk about what happened in the park last weekend. They didn't know how to talk to each other about it, so they used the opportunity to reflect.

Susan felt guilty about what had happened. She felt as if she had defiled her son's innocence.

Tommy was concerned that his mother might be angry with him for their relationship progressing this far. But she didn't seem very angry, and their conversation at dinner seemed normal.

He also felt incredibly childish for not controlling himself and ejaculating on her face. She wouldn't wipe the semen off her face and refused the shirt he offered her.

On Friday night, Tommy mustered the courage to ask his mother if she wanted to go out with him. But when Susan told him they should sit down and talk, he suddenly became worried.

After a quiet dinner, Susan called Tommy to the living room.

It was bound to happen, Tommy thought to himself.

Susan sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to Tommy, who was sitting opposite her. She took a deep breath and looked into her son's eyes. "Tommy, I feel terrible about what happened last weekend."

"Mom...I...I...um..." Tommy was interrupted.

"Let me say it," Susan said, taking her son's hands in hers. “I apologize for what happened at the lake. A mother shouldn’t do that to her son. I drank too much, but that’s no excuse. What I did wasn’t what a mother should do. I…I…” Susan sobbed.

“Mom, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s all because of me, and I feel ashamed,” Tommy said, hugging his mother tightly.

Tommy held his mother for a long time, then suddenly felt he should tell her how he felt.

“Mom, no matter whose fault it was, I…I…I have to tell you, that was the best thing that ever happened to me,” Tommy said, cupping his mother’s tear-streaked face in his hands. “I will never, ever make you sad again…and I will never let you cry again.” Tommy could no longer hold back his tears.

“Oh, Tommy, I love you.”

Tommy gently kissed her lips. He straightened up, cupped her face in his hands, and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "I promise you, I'll try harder to control myself," he promised.

"I'll try harder to control myself too," Susan said, a slight smile appearing on her face.

Tommy smiled back at her, jokingly saying, "But you have to remember I'm still an easily excitable little boy."

Susan frowned. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Tommy laughed along with her, and they almost fell off their seats laughing.

Tommy stopped laughing and smiled at his mother, saying, "Shall we go on another date?"

"You're hopeless."

"I know. That's what you love about me. Let's go on another date, please!"

"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll behave," Susan whispered.

"I promise you, I promise," he replied cheerfully.

“Wait a minute, let’s make a deal.”

“No problem, a hundred rules are fine,” Tommy replied, waiting for her to agree to all her terms. “Hurry up and say it.”

“I’m not sure either, but the most important thing is that we have to control ourselves. Don’t let things get any worse.”

“You mean you’re not going to teach me how to date girls anymore?”

Susan was silent for a moment. She knew she was in a very dangerous situation. At this moment, her rational mind strongly demanded that she stop this agreement with her son. However, in the end, her emotions didn’t prevail. She said, “No, I mean we have to stop immediately when it’s time to stop. No matter what you’re doing, no matter how difficult it is, if I say stop, you stop immediately. Agree?” Susan felt a surge of excitement.

Tommy was so happy he wanted to scream. He wanted to rejoice. This was something he had never imagined.

He calmed himself, controlling his excited voice, and said, "That's enough. I'll follow your instructions completely. Shall we go out together tomorrow?"

Susan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tomorrow then."

The next evening, they went out for dinner together and then went home together. Tommy didn't ask to kiss her again, or do anything to her while she had drunk wine. He behaved like a gentleman all evening, except that he wanted to see under Susan's skirt.

Whenever Susan's eyes met his, she would say, "Behave yourself." He was well-behaved throughout, but she was a little disappointed.

The June evening was a bit chilly for the season, so while Susan went upstairs to change, Tommy lit a fire in the fireplace. Then he went into the kitchen to get his mother a bottle of wine and an empty glass. He went back to get himself a can of Coke. Then he turned on the CD player and played a soft song. He also lit several scented candles around the room.

He sat on the sofa, and then he saw Susan come down the stairs. She was wearing a sky-blue silk pajama top and blouse. The color of her clothes complemented her beautiful blue eyes. Tommy whistled and handed her a glass of wine.

"Dancing?" Tommy asked. "I'm not very good at dancing, but I learn quickly."

"Great! But I imagine you can't dance at all?"

"I can't dance at all," Tommy smiled shyly.

"Well, I think this is a good lesson for you," Susan said, taking a quick sip of wine before placing the glass on the table. "Your father was incredibly clumsy, but he was very hardworking, and just when he was almost there, he…" Susan's voice choked. She stepped forward and pulled her son into her arms, resting her head on his shoulder.

After a moment, she realized she shouldn't dwell on the past. She looked up at her son and smiled slightly. "You really need a lesson," she teased. "The first thing you need to remember is not to step on your partner's feet."

"Oh, Mom, I know."

They danced for about an hour. Susan taught him how to handle his dance partner and how to move his feet smoothly. Tommy was clever; he quickly grasped the knack of dancing. Finally, tired from dancing, they sat down on the sofa together.

"That was great, Mom, thank you." "

You're welcome."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything you like, honey."

"Um... I... my friends often talk about things. You know, about girls. They... together... talk about... oral sex."

Oh, here we go again! Susan thought to herself.

"I... I... I'm just curious if girls really like that... um... tell me."

Tommy asked his mother directly, nervous and starting to stutter. Suddenly he stopped, his face turning bright red. "I'm... I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have asked you something like that."

"Of course you can ask. I should teach you other things too," Susan said, suddenly feeling like a teacher.

Tommy relaxed upon hearing his mother's answer, so he continued, half-jokingly, "I know a lot of girls who've done 'that,' but do they really enjoy it? I mean… you know, do they like to eat those things?" His classmates at school often talked about this, and he was just curious to know if women really enjoyed it.

"Well… I think some girls do enjoy it. Your dad and I…" Susan trailed off, not wanting to reveal her private matters to her son. "I can be sure some girls really enjoy it, but I can't be sure if they all like to eat those things. But I think it's like if there's a bottle of whiskey in front of you, you wouldn't waste it, would you?" Susan paused to let him understand. Then she continued, "It's the same principle, so of course they wouldn't waste those delicious things, you know." "

Really! I… I've seen it in movies, but I thought it was just for movies," he said, shocked.

"But you have to remember that when men and women have sex, they can't just think about themselves," Susan said, almost angrily. Then her tone softened. “Men should willingly give women oral sex, and women should reciprocate in kind. A man who's good at oral sex will have many girlfriends.” Susan chuckled self-deprecatingly, her body trembling slightly as a small wave of pleasure washed over her.

Tommy sat there pondering, feeling his already erect penis begin to twitch. What he was hearing was too interesting. “Mom,” Tommy began, then hesitated.

“What is it?”

“Mom, you’ve already told me how to date girls, will you tell me… tell me… what you know about oral sex? I… I mean… how do those girls do it?” Tommy risked asking his mother. He thought his mother would see right through him.

Susan sat there in silence for a while. She held her wine glass, her eyes fixed on the shimmering liquid. She felt a shiver run through her. “Tommy, I think this question goes against our agreement.”

“Really? I was just asking casually. Didn’t hurt you, did I?” Tommy said, pretending he was joking with his mother.

“No, no, but it reminds me of the past,” Susan said, placing her glass on the coffee table. She leaned against Tommy and cupped his head in her hands, bringing it to her lips. She thought about how this kiss had been going on all night. But Tommy had been too much of a gentleman.

They embraced and kissed passionately for a long time. Finally, Susan felt Tommy's hand on her breast through her silk nightgown. Susan thought it was time to stop. Then he grasped her soft breast, and Susan couldn't help but open her lips and let out a soft moan to her son's. Then, to her surprise, Tommy's hand slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, from top to bottom, until all the buttons were undone. Susan then opened her nightgown and pressed her naked body against her son. They breathed and moaned softly, mouth to mouth.

Finally, they separated, both panting heavily. At this moment, a flame of desire burned in Susan's eyes.

Tommy's eyes were wide open, staring down at his mother's bare breasts. He lowered his head and kissed down her neck, feeling her hands gently cupping his face.

Susan cupped Tommy's face in her hands, her eyes fixed on him. Oh God, she thought, how could I refuse this boy? Her eyes remained fixed on him as she reached down to his crotch, gently rubbing his penis. It throbbed and swelled inside his pants. Susan grabbed it, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She held his penis, feeling its immense size. A

chorus of protests echoed in Susan's mind… Stop! Stop!

Just then, Tommy felt his mother's hand on his waist. His heart began to pound wildly.

Susan straightened up and unbuckled her son's shorts with both hands. Then, she slid off the sofa and sat on the floor between his legs, her top open in front of her son. She reached up and grabbed the belt of his shorts, pulling it down. Tommy sat there, eyes wide, staring down at his mother.

"Could you lift it up a little?" Susan said.

Tommy snapped back to reality, lifting his buttocks off the sofa so his mother could pull his shorts down to his bare legs.

Susan sat up, taking another deep breath to calm herself. Now, her son was naked from the waist down, his erect penis throbbing in front of her. She deliberately paused for a moment. He had ejaculated so quickly in the park, and she didn't really want to see that again. His penis looked incredibly beautiful, incredibly perfect. It was thicker and longer than his father's, the tangled blue veins clearly visible, a large, dazzling glans at the tip. Susan placed her hands on his thighs, slowly moving them toward his penis. She gazed at it in amazement. Slowly, she gently grasped it with both hands, as if it were a rare piece of porcelain.

Tommy groaned, his body shuddering.

"Don't be nervous, I don't want you to ejaculate so quickly again. A wonderful oral sex experience should be savored slowly,"

Susan said, guiding his oozing penis toward her mouth.

Tommy almost reached orgasm upon hearing his mother's words. His body began to tremble.

Susan licked the glans with her tongue, then tasted his fluids; she found it delicious.

Tommy groaned again.

She licked the sensitive area under his glans with her wet tongue. Susan was very careful, afraid of stimulating him too much. From their experience at the park last weekend, she knew he ejaculated very quickly.

Susan took the glans into her mouth and gently sucked on it, then gently bit it with her teeth. Susan loved oral sex. She was the kind of woman who, as she put it, liked to eat semen. This was one of the things she liked to do with Tommy's father. And she was very good at it. Tonight, she would use all her skills to give her son a wonderful orgasm, and then she would isolate him for a while, letting him suffer through that time.

Tommy watched in amazement as his beautiful mother sucked his penis with ecstasy. She seemed to be in her own world. He watched her lick his penis with her tongue, then take the glans into her mouth. With each time she took his penis deep into her mouth, he felt so good that he would groan. Several times, as he trembled and neared climax, his mother would immediately grip the base of his penis tightly until he regained control. This was the most unbelievable sensation he had ever experienced.

Susan performed oral sex on him for about half an hour. She knew Tommy couldn't hold back much longer. In fact, it was she who couldn't hold back any longer. At this moment, she desperately wanted him to ejaculate; she wanted to taste his delicious semen. She hadn't tasted semen in a long time. Years ago, Susan had developed a liking for eating semen.

In this tense moment, Tommy wanted to thrust his penis deep into his mother's mouth, but he remained seated, letting her guide him.

Susan straightened up, her hand gripping the base of his penis tightly, and licked the glans with her tongue.

She looked up at her son, seeing him still staring at her with wide eyes. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against the glans. Her hand moved up and down rapidly a few times. This was enough to stimulate him to orgasm.

Tommy felt like his head was about to explode. He yelled loud enough for his neighbors to hear, his hips jerking off the sofa.

Susan was shocked by the force of his ejaculation; she lifted her head, but her mouth was still on his glans. The hot semen shot through her throat, instantly choking her. Before his second ejaculation, she hurriedly swallowed it. Wave after wave of semen poured into her mouth. She tried her best to swallow, but there was just too much; some spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her son's testicles. The thick, white semen dripped from her chin, and Susan felt that familiar sensation rise in her vagina again. She swallowed a mouthful of semen, reaching orgasm as well. Her vagina twitched, and her body began to tremble. She paused for a moment, not swallowing his semen. When her mouth was full of semen, she immediately realized to swallow the sticky substance in her mouth.

Tommy felt like he was about to die of pleasure. He had never felt anything like it before. He could hardly believe he was still alive, sitting on the sofa, ejaculating into his mother's mouth. And she was swallowing it! He could hear the straining sounds she made as she swallowed. Now he knew his mother was right; some girls did enjoy eating semen.

When Tommy had no more semen to ejaculate, Susan released his exhausted penis and licked the semen off his testicles with her tongue.

Tommy lay exhausted on the sofa. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's beautiful blue eyes looking at him. Her mouth and chin were covered in his thick, white semen, but she had swallowed almost all of it. Tommy instinctively reached down and lifted his mother up.

Susan was surprised when Tommy kissed her. They shared a sweet, passionate kiss.

7:

Tommy and his mother both realized that the boundaries between them had been crossed, and there was no going back. Susan just hoped that her relationship with her son wouldn't progress any further. However, she knew that would be very difficult. After all, she was a woman, a woman with needs. She didn't know if he would be satisfied with just oral sex and wouldn't ask for anything more.

The next morning, she was putting on makeup in the bathroom, wearing a bra and panties. It was Saturday, and she didn't have to go to work. She looked in the mirror and saw Tommy peeking at her through the slightly ajar door. She sighed and turned to face him.

Tommy smiled slightly and pushed open the door. "Good morning, Mom," he said, stepping into the bathroom.

"Good morning, darling," Susan gently kissed his lips, then turned back to continue putting on makeup.

Tommy stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She saw him staring at her naked body in the mirror. Her nipples, barely concealed by her thin bra, began to harden. Then she saw his hands slowly caress her from her abdomen upwards. As his hands touched her breasts through her skin, he nuzzled his cheek against her neck, then kissed her neck. She trembled and whispered, "Tommy." However, her words carried no warning, and she did not make him stop.

Slowly, Tommy slipped his hands under her bra. "I want to see your breasts," he whispered.

His mother only let out a soft moan, and he mustered his courage to push up the bra, revealing her breasts. "Oh, God," he exclaimed when he saw his two enormous breasts exposed in the mirror. He immediately grabbed her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully.

"Tommy," Susan groaned, completely losing her will to resist. She could feel her son's hard penis pressing against her back. She took a deep breath and turned in Tommy's arms. She saw him smile at her, then he lowered his head and kissed her lips with his eyes closed. Susan didn't let him kiss her; instead, she knelt down.

She eagerly unfastened his shorts and pulled them down. His erect penis sprang out and hit her face, causing Susan to cry out. He wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oh, Mom," he groaned as his mother took his penis into her mouth and began to suckle.

Tommy thrust his hips, pushing his penis deep into her throat. He saw her sucking his penis, her face beaming with pleasure. Tommy quickly reached his climax. "Mom," he hissed. She ignored him, and he called out again, "Mom!"

Susan, with her son's penis in her mouth, groaned and looked up at him.

"Mom...can I fuck your...breasts?"

Susan's eyes widened in surprise. My God, he looked so much like his father. This was something he used to love doing to her. Susan slowly spat out the penis from her mouth. She lifted her head and smiled slightly at Tommy.

Then she kissed the glans tenderly, and then thrust upwards until his penis could be nestled between her breasts. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the floor. Then Susan took a tube of face cream from the counter. Without saying a word, she squeezed some face cream between her breasts, then pressed his penis between her breasts with both hands, squeezing them together.

"Oh..." Tommy groaned in pleasure, his penis feeling incredibly good as it was sandwiched between her breasts.

He watched excitedly as she slid her breasts up and down, kissing the glans as it slid in and out. Tommy knew he couldn't hold out much longer. This was insane. He thrust his hips rapidly, making his penis move in and out of his mother's breasts so quickly that she could no longer kiss the glans.

Susan pressed her breasts together, making them grip her son's penis tightly. She looked up and saw the look of pleasure on his face. Then, she saw his face tense; she knew he was about to climax and ejaculate.

"Oh my god, Mom… I'm going to… oh… I'm coming…" Suddenly, Tommy's penis twitched, and a stream of semen shot into the air, splashing onto his mother's chin and dripping down her chest. Then, spurt after spurt of semen erupted, all splashing onto her chest. As the ejaculation stopped, some semen slowly dripped from his urethra.

When the last drop of semen was released, Tommy swayed and took a step back. He saw his mother looking at her semen-covered breasts. Then he saw her smear the sticky semen onto her skin.

Susan was completely absorbed in what she was doing. A few minutes later, realizing Tommy was watching her, she stood up. "I need to put on makeup now, so please give me some private time."

"Um...okay."

As soon as Tommy left, Susan immediately closed the door. She pulled down her panties and began masturbating with her semen-covered hands. She massaged her semen-covered breasts with her other hand until she reached a powerful orgasm.

Finally, Susan sighed, pulled up her panties, and put on her bra over her still-wet breasts. She found it strange that she didn't feel as guilty as before. It seemed that after each encounter with her son, she felt less guilty. This made her uneasy.

The next evening, Susan and Tommy were invited to their neighbor's house for a graduation party. Susan found a low-cut black mini-dress to wear. The dress was very revealing, so she had to wear a bra to prevent most of her breasts from being exposed.

As Tommy complained about wearing a bow tie, he saw his mother come down the stairs, and his mouth immediately fell silent. His eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts. "Wow, Mom!" He didn't know what to say to praise his mother.

“Are you complimenting me?” she laughed. “Let’s go.”

Susan and Tommy walked down the street to Wilson’s house. The house was very large, with a circular driveway in front. In the backyard, nestled among trimmed hedges, was a very large, secluded swimming pool. It was the largest house in the neighborhood, and on the edge of town.

Shirley Wilson greeted them at the door. She hugged Susan, then kissed Tommy on the cheek and invited them inside. Many people had already arrived. Soon, several women Susan knew called her over to chat. He was left to wander around on his own. He recognized some children, but not many adults. Several teenage girls approached Tommy to talk, but he only exchanged a few words with them. He kept an eye on his mother.

Occasionally, Susan would look around for Tommy. When she noticed him watching her, she smiled and gestured for him to go over to the girls. Tommy shook his head, indicating he didn’t want to go there, and she pouted angrily.

In the hour leading up to the party, Susan drank a great deal of wine. As soon as her glass was empty, someone would immediately refill it. Soon, she felt dizzy.

When she looked around for Tommy again, she saw him standing by the sliding glass door to the pool.

She saw him beckon her to come to him. Sensing something was wrong, she shook her head, indicating she wouldn't go, and smiled at him from the side. Every few minutes she glanced at him, and he gestured for her to come with him. Finally, she gave up and went to him.

"Let's go outside for some fresh air," Tommy said, leading his mother out through the glass door.

It was a beautiful moonlit night, and fireflies twinkled and chirped in the cloudless sky. Tommy and Susan walked along the sidewalk into the trimmed hedge. As they reached the innermost part, Tommy suddenly pulled his mother aside. He immediately pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Tommy… mmm…" Susan groaned in protest. This was too dangerous, she thought. But she couldn't dissuade him; his tongue was already teasing her mouth. Soon, Susan gave up resisting, her body going limp in Tommy's strong embrace. She felt his hands stroking down her bare back, grasping her buttocks.

Tommy thrust his lower body towards her, letting her know he was very excited.

Susan moaned, offering her lower body to him.

"Mommy, I want that," Tommy gasped as their lips parted after a passionate kiss. "Every time I look at you, I have this urge to rush over and kiss you."

The kiss and the alcohol made Susan feel dizzy. She offered her lips again, this time their kiss lasting longer. When she teased his tongue into his mouth, he immediately sucked on it. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, and she moaned. He reached his hands under her bare back, kneading her soft, smooth buttocks forcefully.

Tommy pulled one hand back, touching Susan's bare thigh.

"Tommy," Susan exclaimed, feeling his hand slowly stroking upwards from her thigh. Ignoring her own warnings, she slightly parted her legs. "Oh, God," she murmured as his hand touched her genitals.

Tommy was thrilled when he first touched a woman's private parts. His fingers immediately began to explore the wet, swollen labia. Then, one of his fingers touched a dripping, wet vulva.

"Tommy, Tommy, please," Susan pleaded, as if begging him not to stop. "Oh..."

A long, plea of pleasure escaped her slightly upturned lips as his fingers slowly penetrated her.

Soon, Tommy's hand was soaked with his mother's vaginal fluids. He moved his fingers in and out, feeling the heat and smoothness inside. Just as she was about to resist, he inserted another finger into her vagina. He heard her moan again and felt her hips thrust downwards, pushing his two fingers deep inside her.

Susan couldn't hold back anymore. Her hips began to move up and down, her vagina stroking her son's fingers. She felt extremely dizzy. After a few moments, her body began to tremble.

Tommy was a little surprised that his mother was trembling. Suddenly, he realized she had reached orgasm under his fingers. He smiled slightly and forcefully thrust his two fingers inside her with a loud "snap," which sounded loud in the unusually quiet night.

When Susan's trembling stopped, she almost collapsed into Tommy's arms.

Tommy looked over the fence and didn't see anyone else coming out of the house. He placed his hands on his mother's shoulders and gently pressed her down. "Suck me," he hissed as he made her kneel.

Susan knelt on the cold grass, still feeling dizzy. "Tommy, this is insane," she said, looking up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire in the moonlight. And as she spoke, she unzipped his pants.

Tommy glanced over the fence again to make sure no one was coming out. He turned back and saw his mother's hand gripping his large penis, her mouth opening to take it in. "Ah..." He couldn't help but groan as his penis entered her mouth. The

fragrant scent of his penis also made Susan moan. She felt Tommy's hands gripping her head. He moved her head back and forth. At this moment, her hands also began to stroke him, wanting him to ejaculate quickly.

Although the alcohol had numbed Susan's brain, making her feel dizzy, she knew they were in danger and could be discovered at any moment.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Tommy was about to ejaculate into his mother's mouth. But suddenly, he had another unusual, and very obscene, idea. He pulled back, shoving his penis out of her mouth.

Susan looked up at him in surprise. Then she saw him pull the straps of her skirt and bra down from her arms. "What are you doing?" she whispered in fear.

Tommy didn't answer her; he pulled them down until her breasts fell out of the bra. He grabbed his penis, leaned towards her, and whispered excitedly, "Give me a handjob, let me cum in your bra."

"Oh, Tommy, no!" Susan cried out in protest. But she still reached out and grabbed his penis, stroking it for him. She stroked his penis rapidly, her fists already out of shape.

"Coming, coming," Tommy groaned, his legs tensing.

Susan gasped for breath. She couldn't believe what she was doing was arousing her. When she heard Tommy about to ejaculate, she immediately aimed the head of his penis at one of the cups of her bra. She watched as the thick, white semen sprayed into her bra, and her body trembled. Several spurts of semen coated the inner pad of one bra cup, and Susan immediately aimed her glans at the other cup. Soon, Tommy's thick semen flowed down and gathered in the middle of the bra.

Suddenly, a sound came from the other side of the house.

The sound gradually approached them, and Susan immediately pulled her skirt straps back up and lifted her bra straps, tucking her breasts further into the wet bra. When she felt her nipples sticking to Tommy's warm semen, she couldn't help but groan. Then she helped Tommy put his penis back into his pants. Just as they stood up and stepped out from behind the fence, Shirley Wilson and a friend came up to them.

"Oh, I told you you were here," Shirley said. "I told Meg I saw you and Tommy come out together."

"Um...yes, I...and Tommy came out for some fresh air."

"Come with me, Meg and I have something to ask you."

Tommy watched the two women and his mother leave. He smiled slightly. Good heavens, they almost found out!

he thought in alarm.

Susan followed them back into the house. She could feel the tips of her breasts seemingly soaked in her son's semen; the thought made her wet, her underwear soaked. She could even smell the fragrance of semen, and she desperately hoped no one else would smell it. Susan knew she had to get away from them quickly and find a bathroom to release her rekindled desire. 05-01
8:

After the party incident, Susan and Tommy gradually adapted to their new relationship. Susan still knew it was wrong, but she no longer blamed herself. She considered her son's requests normal. This became their little secret.

Whenever one of them had free time, they would immediately go to the other. However, it always seemed to happen when Susan was putting on makeup, and Tommy would come to her and chat. It didn't take long for his intentions to become clear; he wanted more than just a simple chat. Susan rarely refused his requests.

Every morning, as Susan got ready for work, he would show her his erect penis. Without hesitation, she would take it into her mouth, and a moment later, she would swallow his semen. Many nights they would do it again. If they missed a night, she would feel incredibly disappointed. She felt as if she were addicted to eating her son's semen.

About a week later, one morning, Susan had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. Just as she took her underwear from the drawer, Tommy knocked on her bedroom door. Susan let him in.

"Good morning, Mom," Tommy greeted his mother cheerfully, sitting on the bed.

"Hello, darling."

"What are we doing today?" Tommy asked, staring intently at his mother.

"There's a lot of work to do in the yard, so I think we'd better stay home and finish it."

"Well, annoying," Tommy said, feigning annoyance.

Susan untied her bathrobe and pulled it to the floor, standing naked in front of Tommy without any shame.

"My God, you're so beautiful," he said sincerely.

"Thank you," Susan whispered. Now, standing naked before him, she felt no embarrassment. As she bent down to put on her underwear, she saw his eyes fixed on her large breasts swaying beneath her. She slowly pulled up her shorts, enjoying the excitement of being stared at naked by a man. When the smooth underwear was up to her thighs, she turned her back to him. She heard him gasp. Beneath her shapely buttocks lay a full, alluring vulva, the pubic hair still damp and glistening.

Tommy's penis was already erect before he came in, but now it throbbed incessantly within his tight underwear, as if trying to break free. As his mother went to get her bra, he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out.

This time it was Susan's turn to gasp, because as she turned around, she saw him gripping his erect penis. Each time she saw it, it seemed a little bigger than before. She stood motionless, swallowing hard, her bra in her hand, watching him slowly masturbate. In Susan's more than ten years of marriage, she had never seen her husband masturbate. Sometimes she asked him to masturbate in front of her, but he would refuse. He said it would embarrass him. Clearly, Tommy didn't have the same problem as his father.

Tommy stared at his mother's face as she watched him masturbate. He felt an incredible excitement masturbating under her gaze. "Do you like watching me masturbate?" Tommy asked breathlessly.

Just as Susan was about to answer, her throat suddenly went dry. "Yes," she choked out in a hoarse whisper.

"Then sit down and I'll show you."

Susan stepped back, her eyes never leaving Tommy until she was seated.

Tommy stood up and slowly took off his shirt. Then he unbuttoned his shorts, grabbing them with both hands to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned his back to his mother. Like someone performing a striptease, he slowly pulled his shorts down to his hips. Tommy and his mother were both shocked by his bold move.

Susan sat there, mesmerized, watching her son undress before her. The last time she'd seen Tommy completely naked was when he was just a child. And now, as Tommy pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off his body, standing naked before her, she thought, he was no longer a child. She scrutinized his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and strong, his waist narrow, and his glutes were muscular from regular soccer training. And his glutes were the best part of his body. They looked firm and well-defined. His thighs were strong, without an ounce of excess fat. He'd be a sight to behold if he were to perform a striptease, Susan thought.

Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was throbbing, and a long, clear stream of pre-ejaculate hung from the tip. Tommy began masturbating again. More pre-ejaculate gushed out, pulling a silvery line that dripped to the floor. "Oh God, Mom, I'm going to cum," he warned. His hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he grabbed the base of his penis with one hand and aimed it at his other. Suddenly, his penis jerked, and a large amount of semen shot out.

Susan watched with fascination and excitement as her son ejaculated into his own hand. She saw his palm covered in a white layer of semen, and more was seeping from between his fingers and around his hand. With a groan from Susan, she immediately knelt on the floor and licked up the semen that was still flowing from his hand. As soon as Tommy finished ejaculating, Susan grabbed his semen-covered hand and poured it into her mouth.

In another similar incident, just as Susan was leaving for work, her son caught up with her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

"Tommy, I'm all done with my makeup," she protested. But he ignored her, continuing to kiss her lips, then her face, and then her neck.

"Suck it!" he commanded.

Susan groaned and immediately knelt before her son. She put down her briefcase and grasped his penis. She deftly licked the tip of his glans with her tongue, drawing the newly released pre-ejaculate into her mouth. The stimulation of his sensitive glans by her wet tongue made him groan softly. Then she took the entire glans into her mouth. She groaned softly as she sucked on the glans.

Tommy cupped his mother's cheeks in his hands. He thrust his hips, and he could see his penis sliding beneath her cheeks. As she sucked it deep into her throat, his thumb, pressed against her cheek, could feel it.

Susan sucked Tommy's penis until she felt him nearing orgasm. Just as she was about to swallow his semen, she felt his hands push against her shoulders. Surprisingly, she let him pull his penis out of her mouth, and she stood up. When he kissed her, she offered no further resistance. Her makeup could be touched up later.

As their bodies glued together, Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. They pressed their genitals tightly against each other. She knew there would be a wet mark on the front of her skirt. She felt Tommy pull up her skirt, and her body trembled. However, as he grabbed his penis and tried to insert it between her legs, she could no longer remain silent and cried out, "Tommy, no!" Suddenly, she realized how lucky she was; she was wearing underwear. It was the only barrier preventing him from inserting his penis into her vagina. He made no further moves, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if she could stop Tommy from stopping.

"Oh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips back and forth, pumping his penis between her warm thighs. He could feel the head of his penis against her labia, and the crotch of her panties was quickly soaked with their juices.

When Susan realized Tommy was about to ejaculate, she pushed him away.

Tommy thought she was going to kneel down and suck his penis again. However, he was surprised to find her hand reaching down to her crotch, pulling the bottom of her panties to one side of her vulva. At that moment, Tommy thought his mother wanted him to insert his penis.

But Susan had no such intention. She grabbed Tommy's penis and tucked it between her wet crotch and her cunt. His penis was inserted into her panties at an odd angle. This caused Susan's labia to part, her slippery flesh gripping his penis, while the soft, soaked panties held it in place. Then she began to thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen labia against his penis. She knew Tommy wouldn't last long.

Before she could even finish rubbing his lips against hers, he couldn't bear the waves of pleasure coursing through his body from his penis. He groaned, then his penis twitched, ejaculating his thick semen into her small red panties.

Susan then reached her climax as well. She felt her son's semen spray against her vulva, her legs swaying, her body convulsing. If Tommy hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

When Tommy felt his mother stop trembling, he weakly took a step back.

Susan felt her vision blur. She swayed as she straightened up, leaning against the door. As she caught her breath, she shook her head. Good heavens, another step, she thought.

Tommy gave his mother a weak, slight smile. Then he tucked his limp penis back into his shorts and said, "Have a nice day."

Susan picked up her briefcase and opened the door. As she stepped out, she felt a cool breeze on her wet crotch. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go back inside to dry herself, but decided to go to work like that. She felt so obscene that her body trembled. Susan left her vulva covered in her son's semen and drove alone to the company.

9:

One evening, Susan sat at her desk, still in her work clothes—a white top and a sky-blue skirt. She unconsciously thought about her relationship with her son, a thought she often found herself pondering. In the past few days, she had felt no guilt whatsoever. Their relationship had completely surpassed what she had imagined. So far, their boundaries were limited to oral sex and masturbation. A sharp question lingered in her mind: how far would their relationship go? She was increasingly losing control of the situation. Every day, things progressed a step further.

It seemed that almost every time they were together, they never let their hands leave each other's bodies.

He would touch her, or kiss her, and that was how it began. And she will react, and they will lose control of it.

"Hello, Mom," Tommy said as he walked in and sat down.

“Hi, Tommy. I thought you went to play football with John.”

“I thought so, but he caught a cold, so our date was canceled.”

“That’s a shame.”

“It’s okay. I prefer staying home with you.”

Susan looked at him and shook her head. “What should I do with you?” she asked.

“Make love to me,” he said with a smile, opening his arms to her.

Susan put down her pen and went over to sit on Tommy’s lap. She gently kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt very safe in his embrace.

“Mom, you… um… we’ve already… done so much together…” Tommy stammered.

Susan remained silent, surprised and unsure of what he was trying to say.

“You said… um… you said it’s selfish for a man… not to reciprocate to his partner.”

Instantly, Susan knew what her son wanted. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. Then she knew that this would take their relationship a big step forward.

“You’ll teach me… teach me… to give you oral sex?”

Susan was silent for a long time. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

A huge struggle was raging in her mind. On one hand, they had already done so much, and their relationship had progressed so well—how could she refuse him? On the other hand, she knew very well that if she agreed to his request, their relationship would take a whole new turn. And she knew his mouth would give her incredible pleasure. There must be downsides too. What would the consequences be? Who could tell me what to do?

"Don't ask me, I…I don't know, Tommy," she said hesitantly. "Let me think about it."

Tommy's body trembled with excitement. Every time she said that, she would agree to his request after thinking it over. "That's fine," he said, his hand caressing her breasts.

Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her buttocks. She sighed and slid down from his lap, kneeling between his legs.

Tommy smiled slightly and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his engorged penis. As she grabbed it with both hands, he immediately seized her wrists and pulled her hands away. He slightly arched his back and shoved the head of his penis into her mouth. He watched his mother perform oral sex on him for a while, then he stood up, his penis still in her mouth.

Susan straightened up, letting Tommy stand in front of her. She knew what he wanted to do; he grabbed her arms with both hands and began thrusting his hips. Tommy wanted to thrust his thick penis into her mouth, she thought.

As his penis plunged in, a groan escaped from her swollen lips.

Tommy released his mother's hands and grabbed her head. His hips moved back and forth, while his mother grasped her breasts with both hands, sometimes kneading them hard, sometimes pinching her long nipples with her fingers. He heard his mother coughing as he fucked her, but she still moved her body forward, letting his penis slide down her throat.

Somehow, Susan suddenly felt very submissive, a little unlike herself. But at this moment, this was exactly how she felt. She groaned, urging her son to thrust into her harder. Tommy's movements became rapid, saliva dripping from the corners of her swollen, thin lips.

Tommy spread his legs, knees slightly bent, and thrust his hips rapidly, slamming his penis into her mouth. He gripped her hair with both hands, pumping violently. He felt an unprecedented surge of desire.

Soon, Tommy felt his testicles tighten. He was ready to ejaculate immediately. Suddenly, Tommy pulled his penis out of his mother's mouth. He released his mother's hair, gripping the base of his penis. He didn't want to ejaculate. However, as he looked down, he saw her expectant expression, and he knew he couldn't control himself.

Susan's breathing became rapid. She knelt there, her eyes wide, watching her son's trembling penis, waiting.

As Tommy gripped the base of his penis tightly, he could feel his semen gushing out from where his hand was. Suddenly, he roared and released the hand that was gripping his penis. His semen shot towards her head and then landed on her hair. A second spurt shot directly into her face, splattering her forehead and cheeks with sticky white semen. Then another spurt shot into her face.

Susan closed her eyes, clamped her thighs tightly together, and also reached orgasm. As she felt her son's semen shooting into her face in spurts, her vagina throbbed with pleasure as she reached orgasm. She faced the incoming semen, as if she were in a shower of semen.

Surprisingly, Tommy's orgasms seemed endless, semen dripping from her face, flowing down onto her white top and skirt. Finally, his orgasms subsided, his legs gave way, and he slumped into a chair. Through his dazed eyes, he saw his mother wiping the semen from her face into her mouth.

10:

The next morning, as they ate breakfast together, Tommy brought up his question again. "Mom, you said you'd consider my request, have you thought it through?"

Susan looked at her son and smiled slightly. "We'll talk about it later," she replied briefly. Susan had already made up her mind, but she didn't want to tell him her answer yet. "

We'll talk about it later," Tommy thought of his mother's words. That meant she agreed. He couldn't contain his joy and smiled.

Susan and Tommy decided to have dinner at their usual restaurant that evening. As usual, Tommy arrived at the living room early to wait for his mother. Then, she came downstairs, wearing high heels and a very short skirt. However, she wore a black top with a row of buttons down the front, over which she wore a white shirt. Judging by her upper body alone, she looked like a teacher. But her skirt was far too revealing and sexy. Tommy found her outfit strange, but he said nothing.

When Susan got into the car, she pretended to unconsciously spread her legs, allowing her son a clear view of her pink panties and the white, smooth skin of her thighs peeking out from her stockings. Tommy had once been bold enough to place his hand on her thigh. He drove with one hand, using the other to push up her skirt and glance at her panties. Susan let Tommy's hand wander over her thigh, but when he touched her panties, she pressed his hand down, afraid he would be distracted while driving. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, gently telling him to focus on driving. Susan

and Tommy went inside the restaurant and sat at a table that was special to them, a very secluded spot. They chatted while waiting for the waitress to come and take their order. When the waitress left, Susan said she needed to use the restroom. A few minutes later, she returned and stood next to Tommy. She held out her fist, gesturing for Tommy to open his hand; she had something for him. Susan placed something in his palm, then turned and sat back down in her seat.

Tommy frowned at his mother, then opened his hand. When he saw it was a pair of pink panties, he felt his penis twitch and instantly swell in his pants. It was his mother's panties. Suddenly, he caught sight of the waitress out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately put his hand, which was holding his mother's panties, under the table. He didn't know if the waitress had seen what he was holding, but he knew his face was burning red. At that moment, he saw his mother sitting there, watching his awkward situation, and giving him a sly smile.

After the waitress put down their food and turned to leave, Tommy pulled his hand from under the table to the surface. He looked at the small pair of panties and noticed a wet patch on the crotch. Without hesitation, he brought the wet patch to his nose, took a deep breath, and kept his eyes fixed on his mother.

At that moment, Susan saw Tommy sniffing the wet patch of her panties, and she was shocked.

He kissed the wet patch, then licked it from one end to the other with his tongue.

Susan shuddered, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

Tommy's penis was now fully erect. This was the first time he had tasted his mother's vaginal fluid. Reluctantly, he put his mother's panties into his shirt pocket, feeling his hand trembling. Then he adjusted his penis, feeling it more comfortable against his pants.

Susan suddenly realized that Tommy was retaliating for her earlier teasing. However, Susan had other plans.

During their meal, Tommy and Susan ate in silence, neither uttering a sound, only gazing deeply into each other's eyes. About halfway through, Tommy noticed his mother looking around. Susan, seeing no one else around, reached for her shirt and began to unbutton it. Tommy assumed she was hot and wanted to take it off. She unbuttoned it completely and pulled it aside. Tommy was shocked; he saw that her shirt underneath was completely transparent. He could clearly see his mother's firm breasts and her alluring pink nipples.

Tommy felt he couldn't eat any more dinner. He thought about his mother sitting across from him, completely naked, and he thought he might finally get his wish tonight.

"Mom, shall we go?" Tommy asked, having only eaten half his meal.

"I think that's a good suggestion, and besides, I think I still owe you a lesson."

Tommy's penis throbbed in his pants, and he jumped up, practically dragging his mother out of the restaurant.

On their drive home, Susan took off her top, sitting next to her son in only her see-through blouse. Tommy was extremely excited, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

Susan knew it was dangerous to tease him while he was driving. But all day she had been thinking about how to surprise her son that night, and he was indeed surprised, but her actions had also aroused her now.

As Tommy hurried home, he suddenly found the speed limit incredibly annoying. When he parked near his house, he immediately jumped out of the car and ran to open the door for his mother. As Susan turned to get out, her vulva was exposed before his eyes. He was shocked, his eyes wide open—she had no pubic hair. Her golden pubic hair had been shaved clean, and now her vulva looked smooth. Tommy stood there motionless, staring between his mother's legs. Now his heart was pounding very, very hard; he felt as if she could hear it.

When Susan decided to have Tommy perform oral sex on her, she decided to shave her pubic hair. Her father liked it when she shaved it clean. She got out of the car, stood in front of him, and smiled slightly. "What's wrong, darling?" she asked, knowing perfectly well what was wrong with him. Her slight smile indicated she had the upper hand this time.

"Um... um... nothing," he said with difficulty.

Susan turned and walked toward their house, still smiling.

Tommy stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly realized he was standing alone on the side of the road. He hurriedly caught up with his mother and went back to their cozy home with her.

"Tommy, pour me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room," Susan said, turning and going into the living room.

Tommy hurriedly took out the wine, his hands trembling so badly as he poured it into the glass that it almost slipped from his grasp. He tried to steady the glass with both hands and placed it back in the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Tommy handed her the glass with trembling hands, the wine almost overflowing. He didn't notice that his mother's hands were also trembling badly.

Susan took a large sip of wine and patted the spot next to her.

Tommy sat down silently. He was afraid his voice would suddenly go hoarse and he wouldn't be able to speak.

Susan sighed and said, "Tommy, this is important to us. I know you really want... well... to give me oral sex, and you've wanted it for a long time. To be honest, I want it just as much as you do. That's one of the reasons I miss your father. He was so, so amazing. Your father... your father and I used to do it all the time. And our first time was on the couch, and at his mother's house. It was crazy, your parents, your grandparents, were sleeping next door. We did so many crazy things," she added, her eyes becoming misty, and she stopped talking.

Tommy reached out and took his mother's hand, sitting silently, waiting for her to continue.

“Tommy, sometimes I’m so confused. I know what we’re doing is wrong, but… but I can’t resist you. It’s very dangerous for us. Those things are too unbelievable.”

“Mom… um… then we don’t have to do those things.”

“Shh…” Susan shushed him and placed her finger over his lips.

Susan stood up in front of Tommy and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She shrugged, letting it slide off her shoulder, then stopped, letting Tommy stare at her large breasts, which were almost touching his face.

Tommy could see she was very excited; her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. His breathing also became rapid.

Slowly, Susan pulled her skirt up from her thighs. When it was level with her hips, she paused for a moment, deliberately teasing Tommy. Then, she pulled him up to her waist, followed by an excited moan from her lips.

Tommy gasped. He had never been so excited. His mother's wet, excited, swollen vulva was displayed before him. Her pubic area was completely hairless. The vulva was smooth and glistening, while her labia minora were turned outwards, clinging with lengths of vaginal fluid that trembled as if about to spill onto the floor. The tops of her nylon stockings at the base of her thighs were already wet with her fluids, looking glistening.

When Susan saw Tommy trying to grab her, she pushed him away. "Wait a minute," she said, turning to a chair. She kicked off her high heels and pulled her skirt up to her waist, then sat down on the chair with a voluptuous sway. Next, she lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests of the sofa, obscenely exposing her vulva to Tommy.

Susan beckoned to her son with a finger, panting, "I think this position is best for you kneeling before me."

Tommy jumped up and pounced on his mother, his eyes fixed on her vulva.

"Take your clothes off first."

Susan watched Tommy strip off his clothes at record speed, then toss them carelessly onto the floor. Then she looked at her son's naked body. Her gaze traveled from top to bottom, finally settling on his throbbing penis. God, he'll drive his women crazy someday, she thought.

Tommy knelt between Susan's legs and brought his mouth to her swollen, dripping vulva. His hands trembled as he placed them on her thighs, forcefully spreading them apart before burying his head inside.

"Wait, darling," Susan said, placing her hands on her son's shoulders and pushing him back.

"Before you give me oral sex, you need to learn about the female body," Susan said, emphasizing the word "oral sex."

Tommy knelt on his heels, watching his mother spread her legs wider. His eyes widened when she parted her pink labia with her fingers. Tommy felt his mouth water. He could smell an exciting aroma and see vaginal fluid flowing from her open vulva.

"Do you see this little fleshy bump?" Susan said, pointing to her clitoris. "It's the most sensitive part of a woman's body. It's very sensitive, you have to touch it gently. I'll tell you more later, teach you how to stimulate it. Below are the labia majora, and inside are the labia minora." She gently pulled the labia minora apart, letting him know how soft they were.

"The labia majora aren't very sensitive, you can press them a little harder. But this," Susan said, fiddling with the labia minora, "is very sensitive. You see, they get very wet when I'm aroused." She tried to control her emotions, explaining in a normal tone. But inside, desire was burning. From her son's surprised and excited gaze, she knew he was just as excited as she was.

Tommy saw his mother's cunt was drooling, all from the sticky discharge.

As he waited for her to give him oral sex, he could feel his penis leaking fluid. He gasped for breath, as if he were suffocating. He felt extremely dizzy, as if he were falling from a very high mountain.

"That little cunt inside is where the penis goes in, but it prefers to be stimulated by the tongue." Susan felt her breathing becoming labored as she continued to explain to her son with difficulty. "Oh..." She touched her sensitive clitoris with her finger, causing her to moan involuntarily. "I... I didn't tell you before, this... this is the clitoris," Susan said in a trembling voice, spreading her labia wide with her hands to reveal the small fleshy bump, her hands trembling with excitement.

Tommy focused his gaze on the spot his mother had mentioned. He stared intently at the small, throbbing lump, which resembled a miniature glans penis.

"The clitoris… is… extremely sensitive. When I'm aroused, even the slightest touch is unbearable. It's completely swollen now. You have to touch it very gently," Susan said frantically.

Tommy had learned most of this in high school biology class. But back then, all the boys treated it as a joke, and no one paid attention. Now, his mother was explaining it to him with her own body, and he felt incredibly excited. Tommy's eyes never left her vulva. Then, he saw her tease her labia with a finger.

"Oh… God!" Susan moaned with her eyes closed in pleasure.

He watched in astonishment as she inserted a finger into her vulva. Then another, and then a third, all the way in. When Susan pulled them out, they were wet and covered in her vaginal fluid.

Susan's hand trembled as she reached out to her son.

Tommy put those three fingers into his mouth and sucked on them forcefully. The taste was different from the one he had tasted on her panties; it was stronger and more fragrant.

"I want you to lick me right now, Tommy," Susan said hoarsely, pointing to her vulva. "It's time you practice. I want you to lick my vulva. I want your tongue so much, please, please, lick it for me," Susan screamed, no longer holding back.

Tommy immediately leaned forward, his mouth almost touching her labia.

Susan cupped his head in her hands, trying to press his head against her crotch.

Tommy resisted; they were both in unbearable agony. His face was right in front of her dripping vulva; he took a deep breath, amazed by the taste that excited him. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked her smooth labia. Tommy heard his mother groan; this was the first time he had ever tried licking a woman's vulva. Then he withdrew his tongue and smacked it in his mouth.

Susan watched her son taste her vaginal fluids, and a surge of excitement coursed through her, causing her to moan softly. She grabbed his head again, completely consumed by her desire. "Gently, gently, lick the outside first," she instructed, manipulating his head with both hands.

Tommy let his mother manipulate his head, his tongue darting outwards, licking her vulva under her guidance. Suddenly, he was surprised why his friends always talked about this during training. He thought it was something wonderful and private; how could they treat it so lightly? He knew he would love it deeply from now on.

As Tommy's tongue and mouth became more skilled, Susan no longer needed to control his head. He took her vulva into his mouth, sucking the swollen labia. Then he gently bit them with his teeth, followed by licking the folds with his tongue.

"Oh…good, good, suck them, suck my cunt. Oh, God, I can't take it anymore. Suck, suck harder!" Susan screamed frantically. Then, she writhed her hips, welcoming his tongue's licking. She lifted his head slightly, his tongue touching her clitoris. She lifted her legs, clamping them tightly around his neck, pressing his mouth against her vulva.

She endured the pleasurable torment with difficulty. Suddenly, she let out a long moan, reaching orgasm. The intense climax swept through her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and scream loudly. She gripped the poor boy's head tightly, her convulsing vulva pressing against his nose and mouth, almost suffocating him.

Tommy didn't care. His face was submerged in his mother's vaginal fluid. Her labia were deformed, pressing against his face, the fluid flowing from his forehead to his chin. It almost felt as if his face had been washed in her vaginal fluid.

"Oh...oh...oh, God! Tommy..." Susan arched her hips, her back arching in the chair.

Tommy was happy to see his mother enjoying himself so much. He plunged his tongue deep into her convulsing cunt, where it was immediately gripped tightly by the smooth walls.

Susan's orgasms continued relentlessly. Each time she thought her orgasm was about to end, Tommy's tongue would stir inside her, bringing her to another climax. She felt her heart pounding, her breathing becoming labored, and she felt herself about to faint.

Finally, after a few shudders, Susan's orgasms subsided. At this point, she had to push his head away from her sensitive vulva. She had never experienced such a prolonged and wonderful orgasm. She felt as if her body was falling apart. She slumped into the chair, her legs still wrapped around his neck. She looked at her son and saw him kneeling there, grinning. Tommy's face was covered in her fluids.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot how wonderful this felt," Susan gasped as her breath caught in her throat. “Tommy, you just gave me the most wonderful orgasm. Thank you… thank you, you did a great job. I love you,” he said, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Tommy knelt at his feet, smiling.

“Come here, let me serve you,” Susan said, pulling Tommy up.

Tommy leaped up, standing beside his mother, holding his engorged penis to her lips.

“Oh my god, your penis is so cute,” Susan murmured, holding her son’s penis in front of her eyes.

She gripped Tommy’s penis tightly, feeling his wildly pounding heartbeat through it. As she squeezed her hand, she saw a large drop of clear fluid gush from the urethral opening, then drip down the glans, meandering over her fingers. She closed her eyes and took the glans into her mouth. As her lips enveloped the swollen glans, she and Tommy simultaneously let out a groan of pleasure. She swallowed again, the glans completely inside her mouth. She held it there, sucking only on the glans. Susan's saliva made it feel as if her glans was soaking in a hot spring. She excitedly sucked on Tommy's penis, almost forgetting his existence.

Suddenly, she realized that the penis that excited her so much belonged to her son. She spat it out of her mouth, looked up at him, and whispered, "I want to suck your penis, Tommy. Your mother wants to suck all the semen out of your testicles. Do you want me to suck your penis? Do you want your mother to eat this delicious semen? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck your penis until you ejaculate in my mouth."

"I want to, I want to, please, suck it again, please, hurry," Tommy pleaded.

She took his penis deep into her mouth again and began to suck loudly, deliberately letting him hear, letting him know how much she enjoyed giving him oral sex.

Tommy couldn't take it anymore. His body trembled violently; he felt as if his head was about to explode. His body tensed, and his hips thrust forward. As his penis twitched in her mouth, he felt the semen in his testicles gush out like a flood bursting a dam, a torrent of semen surging against his penis, making it feel even thicker.

This time, Susan was prepared. She pulled his penis out slightly, so the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth, not her throat. Suddenly, her son's penis, like a fire hose, gushed out thick streams of semen, flooding her mouth. Susan felt a spurt and immediately swallowed. Her hands continued to move rapidly up and down, trying to suck out as much semen as possible.

Incredibly, her son ejaculating in her mouth excited her immensely. Susan felt her vagina twitch, her body trembling as she reached a small orgasm.

Finally, the flow of semen slowly stopped. Susan continued to suck hard, trying to draw out the remaining semen.

Tommy pushed his mother away, stumbled onto the sofa, and collapsed, gasping for breath. He saw his mother still kneeling, smiling at him. There wasn't a drop of semen on her face. She had swallowed it all.

This night, for this mother and son, would be etched in their memories for the rest of their lives.

11:

A few weeks later, Susan and Tommy continued their ambiguous relationship. Susan no longer hesitated. And she took it for granted that what they were doing was nothing, since they weren't actually having sex. However, she knew in her heart that it wasn't what she imagined.

Susan continued to teach Tommy how to understand a woman, when she wanted what, and when she needed what. She knew he would drive his wife crazy in the future. She showed him how to caress and kiss a woman's breasts. She also pointed out that many erogenous zones on a woman's body were ignored by men, like the back of the knees and the armpits. She also told him that women sometimes needed their lovers to be a little violent, but most of the time they needed gentleness and tenderness.

Tommy listened attentively to his mother's explanations, asking her questions whenever he didn't understand. He longed to understand this, he wanted to give his mother the most wonderful orgasm. At this moment, he had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with his mother.

Susan knew very well that she could see his affection for her in his eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to take things further with her. However, she couldn't accept it mentally yet. Yet, she knew she was just deceiving herself; their relationship now far exceeded what a normal mother-son relationship should be.

Every night, Susan and Tommy would explore oral sex together. But they stopped this week. Because Susan's company had received a big project, she had to travel between several important people. So she was very stressed and tired all week, and she didn't contact Tommy until the weekend.

Tommy understood her and endured his strong desire until the weekend. Tonight, he planned a scheme. Tonight, he thought. Tommy couldn't wait any longer.

While Susan was taking a shower, Tommy prepared everything. He took out a Scrabble board and placed it on the floor, next to an ice bucket containing a bottle of wine that Susan loved to drink. Tommy sat on the floor watching his mother come down the stairs, wearing a long nightgown. As she entered the living room, he noticed she wasn't wearing makeup and her hair was still wet.

(Scrubble is a popular English word puzzle game where 2-4 participants spell words on a 15x15 grid to score points. Words are listed horizontally and vertically in a crossword puzzle format and must be from a dictionary. Different letters have different scores based on their frequency in standard written English; for example, the frequently occurring 'e' and 'o' are worth 1 point, while the less common 'q' and 'z' are worth 10 points. Different colored squares on the grid provide extra points.)

Tommy stared at his mother, his heart pounding. It was as if he were seeing her like this for the first time. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful tonight without makeup, without sexy clothes, and with wet hair.

This was dangerous; he wondered if she could maintain the last line between herself and her son.

She and Tommy chatted as they played Scrabble, having a great time. Susan felt the tension from work disappear. No matter how stressed or tired she was, Tommy always helped her relax.

She sat on the floor looking at her son. He was growing so fast. Soon he would have children of his own. Susan sighed, imagining Tommy as a father, playing with his children. She thought he would be a good father and a good husband. A sense of pride welled up inside her.

"Um... Mom, it's your turn," Tommy said.

"Oh... sorry. I got distracted. Let's stop here for tonight."

"Okay. Shall I give you a shoulder massage?"

"Sure!"

Tommy moved the Scrabble board aside and knelt behind his mother. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them vigorously. "Wow, your shoulder muscles are so tight."

"Um... I know. You're massaging me so well, honey," Susan said, relaxing as he massaged her.

“I’ll just massage your shoulders,” Tommy said, pulling down her soft pajamas to expose her shoulders. Her shoulders looked so excited, Tommy thought, as his hands continued to massage.

“Oh, Tommy, that’s so nice!”

Soon, Susan felt incredibly relaxed; she felt like she was about to fall asleep. Her body swayed slightly back and forth with his hands. Then, she felt Tommy’s hands move down from her shoulders, gradually touching her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly. She leaned back against him, letting his hands grasp her full breasts.

Tommy wasted no time, grabbing both breasts with his hands. He looked down at Susan’s hands as they massaged her breasts, just as he had massaged her shoulders. But these weren’t tense muscles; they were soft and elastic breasts.

Under his skillful kneading, Susan quickly moaned. Then, she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. Then, he pulled them upwards, lifting her breasts along with them. She groaned and quickly thrust her breasts towards his fingers. Susan's nipples were always incredibly sensitive, as if a nerve led to her vulva. She squeezed her legs tightly together, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, Tommy got up and turned off all the lights, leaving only a soft lamp. Then he took a few pillows from the sofa. He stretched out an arm and hugged his mother tightly, pressing their breasts together. They slowly lay down together. In this perfect moment, Tommy rolled over, pinning his mother beneath him, and kissed her. This was the most passionate kiss of their lives.

As their kiss grew more intense, their bodies slowly heated up. This led Tommy to unbuckle the belt of her nightgown, pulling it off to reveal her curves, everything looking so natural and unconventional. Tommy stared in amazement at the body before him. It seemed that with each look he took, it became more beautiful.

Tommy already knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. This was the best proof of what she had taught him; she couldn't resist his teasing. He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Then, he licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the auricle.

He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Then, he licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the auricle. Tommy knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. Now she was unbearably aroused, her body writhing beneath him. What he was doing now was exactly what she had taught him.

"I love you, Mom," Tommy whispered, kissing her as he moved down her neck. His tongue lightly touched her skin, slowly sliding down to her full breasts. He kissed gently from the base of her breasts to the peaks, but then, gentleness was no longer needed. He immediately took the already waiting nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, while his fingers ravaged and tormented her other nipple.

Next, Tommy's tongue licked down to her abdomen.

Tommy knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He kissed her soft, trembling thighs, slowly moving towards her vulva. He knew she wanted him to kiss and suckle there, but he hesitated. Instead, he moved back and kissed her all the way down to her toes. He also took them into his mouth and sucked, watching her face, knowing her endurance had reached its limit.

Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible, then stopped, looking down at her twitching vulva. He was sure she had just shaved. Her full, white vulva was displayed before him. Tommy almost drooled. With a groan, he brought his head to her crotch.

"Oh, God, Tommy, ah... ah..." Susan moaned, feeling his tongue teasing her vulva. With a little more force, his tongue would have slipped inside her labia, touching her sensitive labia minora.

But it just brushed past the outside.

Tommy straightened up and smiled slightly at his mother. He saw a pleading look in her eyes.

He gently parted her vulva, revealing her trembling clitoris. He lowered his head and breathed hot air onto the small fleshy opening, watching it twitch.

"Oh, God, Tommy, please," she pleaded.

Tommy didn't answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up against her chest, exposing her entire vulva to him. He could see her anus twitching, as if winking at him. His mother had never told him anything about this place. Suddenly, he felt an urge to kiss it. He immediately lowered his head, and before she could stop him, he kissed the opening with his lips, feeling it contract inward.

"Oh my God, Tommy," Susan screamed as she felt his tongue teasing her anus. "Tommy... Tommy... what are you doing?" she cried out.

Tommy seemed not to hear her. He licked the hole and felt his tongue tighten. Then, suddenly, he thrust his tongue inside. "Tommy..." Susan met Tommy's tongue with her hips, arching her back. She had never felt anything like it. She found it obscene, but it also excited her greatly. "

Ah... ah... ah..."

Tommy was delighted. He had found an erogenous zone on his mother's body that she hadn't told him about.

As he thrust his tongue into her anus, his penis twitched excitedly in his shorts. His saliva dripped onto his mother's anus. Tommy thought the hole felt wonderful, and he would definitely try it again later.

But Tommy had other plans now.

At this moment, Tommy had aroused his mother, and she wanted to help her. He pressed himself against her and whispered, "Mom, can I rub my cock against the outside of your cunt?"

"Oh, Tommy, I...I...Oh God, please, I don't know," she stammered.

Tommy assumed his mother had agreed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stood beside his mother for a moment, letting her stare at his cock. His cock throbbed with his rapid heartbeat, and pre-ejaculate was seeping from the tip. He reached down and slowly began to stroke his cock, while his other hand gripped his testicles.

"Oh, Tommy!" Susan couldn't help but moan as she watched her son lewdly masturbate in front of her.

Tommy knelt between his mother's legs, supporting himself with one hand and guiding his cock with the other, pressing the glans against her wet vulva. Then, he swirled his cock around her vulva, smearing the pre-ejaculate from the glans. Then, he slid his glans up and down between her labia, stimulating both his glans and her vulva. When he felt his glans touch her clitoris, he stopped, gently stimulating her most sensitive nerve center with his glans.

"Ah..." Susan groaned.

At this moment, Tommy slowly slid his penis downwards, and suddenly, almost imperceptibly, the glans slid into her labia minora.

"Oh, Tommy, no," Susan hurriedly said, grabbing his buttocks with both hands to stop him from penetrating further. Susan gasped for breath, and with her remaining rational consciousness, she weakly pushed him outwards with her arms.

However, the tone of his mother's voice, and the almost nonexistent strength in her hands, didn't seem to be telling him to stop. Tommy deduced that she didn't really want him to stop, so he continued to thrust forward, very, very slowly.

Tommy looked down at the point where their bodies were joined and saw that his glans was now completely inside her. Her beautiful, smooth vulva was being stretched open by his penis. He felt his glans swell inside her. The reaction was that his mother's vagina gripped his penis even tighter.

Susan moaned and groaned, her head swaying as if she were saying "no," but she didn't say it aloud. The last bit of strength in her hands loosened.

Tommy risked it by thrusting forward slightly, his penis penetrating a little further. Suddenly, Tommy felt like he was about to ejaculate. "Don't ejaculate, or everything will be ruined," he thought. Then he remembered his mother's teachings to distract himself until the urge to ejaculate subsided. He gripped the base of his penis, waiting quietly for a while, thinking about football and basketball, things unrelated to sex. When the urge passed, he thrust forward slightly again, his penis entering his mother's body a little further. He could feel the warmth of his mother's vagina, and it was pulsating and sucking at his glans.

Susan opened her eyes and stared at Tommy. A flash of lightning seemed to strike their eyes, hitting the point where their bodies were joined.

He could see the deep affection in his mother's burning eyes. He knew instantly that love and sex were inseparable.

As waves of pleasurable currents coursed through her body, keeping her eyes open for so long was torture for her. "No, no, no, no," she whispered repeatedly, but she didn't stop him.

Tommy released his penis, supporting himself on the other side of his almost delirious mother's body. Now he supported himself with his palms and toes, only his penis connecting their bodies. His penis was already several inches inside her. He had never imagined it would feel so wonderful inside. It was tight, wet, and warm. He could feel his mother's vagina twitching, the soft walls contracting as if urging his penis to penetrate faster.

As Tommy held his ground, refraining from inserting his penis any further, Susan opened her eyes. She saw Tommy still staring intently at her vulva, head bowed. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Susan knew that if she didn't stop him now, she wouldn't be able to refuse him later. They would become a true mother-son couple.

Susan's vagina instinctively tightened around her son's penis. She resisted the urge to thrust her hips towards his penis. However, her hips began to tremble slightly.

Tommy waited. He desperately wanted his mother to allow him to penetrate her. But he didn't want her to think he had forced her. Time ticked by, mother and son's eyes locked, their final boundary about to be crossed.

"Oh, Tommy, please," Susan whispered, pleading.

"Please what?" Tommy asked, wanting to hear her say it.

"Please, please," Susan pleaded again, her mind a jumble. She knew he wanted to hear her say it, but she didn't want to. It was a mistake, a terrible mistake.

Tommy gently pulled his penis out, as if trying to pull it all the way out. Susan immediately grabbed his hips, holding him, preventing his penis from slipping out.

"What do you want me to do, Mom?" Tommy asked, forcing her to make a decision again.

"I...I...Oh my God, Tommy! I want...Oh my God...I want you to fuck me!" Susan finally managed to say.

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked, but he knew in his heart that even if she said no, he wouldn't stop.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me!"

Tommy smiled slightly; he had won this emotional battle, and now he could take his spoils. He slowly pressed his body down, forcing his penis little by little into his mother's body.

His penis was fully inserted, his testicles pressing against her smooth buttocks. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her skin burning hot.

Susan wrapped her arms around her son's neck, her hips arching upwards in a spasm. She bit his shoulder, suppressing a scream of pleasure. It had been so long since she had felt a man's penis inside her. Yet, this man was none other than her son. She was making love with her own son! A scream echoed in her head.

Tommy struggled to control himself, suppressing the renewed urge to ejaculate. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother's warm, wet vagina gripped his penis tightly.

He gasped, looking at her beautiful face. Then, he couldn't help but kiss her. His tongue, like his penis deep inside his mother's vagina, teased her mouth deeply. He could feel her soft breasts heaving against his chest with each labored breath. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

He looked up and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Mom. My cock is deep inside your beautiful body. I'm going to fuck you until you orgasm again and again. I want to feel your cunt sucking my cock, sucking out all my semen. Are you ready? Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, come on, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it! I want your big cock to fuck me hard! Fuck me! I want to cum all my juices on your cock!" Susan no longer held back. She was lost in the pleasure of sex.

This was exactly what Tommy wanted to hear. He slowly pulled back, hesitated for a moment, and then thrust forward violently.

Susan screamed, feeling as if her head had lost control of her body. She immediately reached orgasm, feeling dizzy. She was making love with her son, and they were now real lovers. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the quiet house.

Somehow, Tommy gained a lasting strength, which he used to the fullest, driving his mother's desire to rise ever higher. He was like a machine, his hips thrusting rapidly up and down. Again and again, each time he pushed his penis all the way in, her juices splashing onto his testicles and thighs, his testicles slapping against her buttocks with a resounding slap.

Susan looked up, and just before she succumbed to the dizzying frenzy of sex again, she uttered, "Oh, God, I love you." Then she closed her eyes, her body trembling. She suddenly felt a rush of heat to her head. A powerful orgasm roared through her body, sending her into convulsions of pleasure, and she barely heard Tommy's reply of love.

"I love you," Tommy answered with his last gasp before reaching his own climax, and then he began to ejaculate. Spurt after spurt of semen sprayed into her body, filling her tight, wet vagina until it overflowed. As wave after wave of pleasure pushed her to a sexual height she had never experienced before, he could feel his mother's body tensing. Susan clamped her legs tightly around his back, letting him press his body against hers. A torrent of semen continued to pour onto the place where he had been born.

Finally, Tommy collapsed, exhausted, onto his mother, then rolled over to lie beside her. His limp penis slipped out, leaving a trail of semen on her thigh. He pulled his weak, boneless mother into his arms and kissed her, but she didn't respond. He realized she had passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Susan stirred. "Oh, God," she sighed.

Tommy, hearing this, was worried; he thought she regretted what had just happened.

Susan pulled away from his embrace and stood up. She stood beside her lover's son, gazing down at him with deep affection.

Tommy looked at her too, understanding her feelings. He could tell she was fully conscious.

Was this wrong? she wondered.

Tommy's eyes slowly traveled down from his mother's curvaceous body. Then they stopped, and in the soft light, he saw something that made his penis hard again. His semen flowed from her wet vulva down her thighs.

Susan didn't wipe it away; she liked the feeling. It was proof of their love emanating from her satisfied body. Susan smiled slightly at Tommy, then extended her hand to him. She led him upstairs to her bed.

As they entered the bedroom, Tommy's penis was fully erect again. Susan lay on her back, arms outstretched to her son. His penis slid effortlessly into her wet vulva, and his hips began to thrust again.

Tonight was a wild night. Tommy, with his young body, gave his mother boundless satisfaction. That night, Tommy brought her to orgasm more than three times, until she was completely exhausted.

12:

The next morning, Tommy woke up to find himself alone in bed. He glanced at the clock; it showed ten o'clock in the morning. He got out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and went downstairs. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing by the window, preparing breakfast with a spatula. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating her thin, casual clothes, making them translucent and revealing her curves. He stood there, admiring his mother's body, and a growing excitement slowly rose within him.

Susan's mind was in turmoil again. Undoubtedly, she had made her son her man and fallen deeply in love with him. In fact, she had no regrets about what had happened. However, she knew their life would never be the same again. Their future would be incredibly uncertain. What would become of them? Could they keep their secret forever? Would they be discovered? She had too many complex questions to consider.

Tommy walked up behind his mother, embraced her from behind, his hands stroking her thighs and kissing her neck.

Susan tenderly wrapped her arms around Tommy's, then lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand. A surge of love welled up in her heart, and tears involuntarily streamed down her

face. Tommy heard his mother sobbing and turned her around. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing," she smiled through her tears. "I love you."

Their lips met gently. Slowly, their tongues began to tease passionately. When Tommy pulled away from the kiss, a flame of desire could be seen burning in his eyes. He stared into his mother's eyes, his hands gripping her casual clothes. Suddenly, Tommy ripped her clothes open, buttons scattering onto the floor.

She screamed in surprise.

Tommy pulled the torn clothes off his mother's shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he pushed her towards the dining table, picked her up, and sat her down. Then, he pulled a chair over and sat between her legs.

"Oh my God, Tommy, what are you doing?" Susan exclaimed, but she didn't stop him from pushing her down.

"I want breakfast," Tommy replied, taking her vulva into his mouth. He devoured her vulva like a madman. His lips and tongue licked, bit, and sucked it wildly. He seemed not to hear his mother's joyful screams. Finally, when his jaw felt tired, he lifted her legs and stood up, thrusting his hips forward.

"Ah..." she screamed as his long penis plunged deep into her vulva.

He fucked his mother hard, the table slid across the floor with a thud, as if it were about to break.

Tommy had already ejaculated several times the previous night, so he knew he could last a long time this time. He did last a long time, causing her to erupt in orgasm after orgasm.

Just when Susan thought he was about to ejaculate, he pulled her up, then lifted her up by her legs. She clung tightly to his neck as he carried her haphazardly through the kitchen, his penis thrusting rapidly. He placed her on the sink, then on the cabinet, then pressed her against the refrigerator, and finally on the floor. Chairs tumbled and rattled, while cups, bowls, and plates clattered in the cabinets.

Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was going to ejaculate. Her poor body could barely withstand his rough treatment. As he cried out that he was going to ejaculate, she held him tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist, letting his semen shoot into her again. Susan no longer

resisted. She had fallen in love with her own son. There was no going back, and she decided to let things take their course. Everything was uncertain, but she was certain they would always love each other. It seemed they both agreed on this.

13:

Several more months passed, and Susan and Tommy's sexual relationship continued, even showing signs of accelerating. Tommy seemed perpetually insatiable, as if he were making up for the time he had wasted in high school. The two tried making love in various places and positions. However, there was one thing they didn't do, and Tommy dared not ask his mother.

On Tommy's nineteenth birthday, Susan wanted to give him a special gift. She prepared his favorite food, and the two ate a pleasant dinner, both dressed up. Tommy reluctantly put on an outfit at his mother's request.

After dinner, they left the leftovers on the table and went to the living room. Susan put on a soft tune and then pulled Tommy into her arms.

The two danced to the music, Tommy's hands caressing his mother's buttocks through the smooth satin. She knew Tommy liked her dressed like this. It made her buttocks stand out. The skirt clung tightly to her body; it was short, and her back was bare all the way to her waist. Tommy knew she wasn't wearing underwear because he could clearly feel it with his hands. Moreover, she almost never wore underwear. This made it convenient for them to make love frequently.

Susan gently kissed her son's neck, letting him caress her buttocks. Then, she whispered in his ear, "Do you like my horny ass?"

"Yes," he replied, squeezing her soft, horny buttocks tightly.

"Do you want it?"

Tommy immediately stopped dancing, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "What?" He could see the flames of desire burning in his mother's eyes.

"I haven't been fucked in the back yet."

Tommy immediately understood what she meant. "You mean...you mean I should fuck you there?" he asked doubtfully.

"Yes! I want to give this to you. It's a special birthday present for you. Of course, if you don't want to..."

"No...I want to...Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?"

Susan kissed Tommy's lips and then took his hand. She led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had him sit on the bed, then turned her back to him and asked him to help her unzip her dress.

Tommy's hands trembled as he slowly pulled down the zipper. He could see his mother's smooth back exposed before his eyes. The zipper went all the way up to her waist.

Susan shrugged and pulled her skirt off to the floor, leaving her naked except for high heels and stockings. She stood with her back to him, letting him stare at her naked body. Then, she turned her head and smiled slightly, saying, "Want to put your cock in my anus?" She leaned down slightly, spreading her buttocks behind her back.

"Oh my God," Tommy exclaimed as he saw his mother obscenely spreading her buttocks before him.

"Take off your clothes," she said, turning to help him remove them. Soon, two naked bodies were embracing on the bed.

Susan rolled over, grabbed two pillows, and placed them under her buttocks. As she lifted her upper body off the bed, holding her thighs apart, she gestured for Tommy to come between her legs.

Tommy hurriedly crawled over. When she saw him kneeling between her thighs, she said, "First, put your cock in my pussy, get it wet, and then you can use it to fuck my anus."

Tommy almost ejaculated before he heard her words. His hands trembled as he gripped his cock and pressed it against his mother's wet pussy. As he thrust, they both groaned simultaneously. Her tight cunt felt so good; he couldn't imagine anything better.

After Tommy thrust a few times, Susan pushed him to withdraw his cock, then she placed her legs on his shoulders and arched her back until her anus was exposed. Her hands trembled as she reached down and spread them apart. "Put it in," she hissed excitedly.

Tommy placed his huge glans against that brown chrysanthemum. He couldn't imagine if it could fit in such a small place. He slowly thrust forward. He heard his mother groan, and he stopped to look at her face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and all she could hear was her urging, "Keep going."

Tommy gripped her thighs with both hands, thrusting forward. "Ah..." he groaned as his glans slid into his mother's tight little hole. Her anus gripped the intruding glans tightly.

"Wait, wait," Susan gasped, letting her anus adjust to the massive object inside for a moment. Those few seconds of waiting were excruciating for Tommy. "Okay, go ahead," she said, freeing Tommy.

Tommy thrust forward again, watching in amazement as his penis sank into his mother's body. Little by little, until his entire penis was enveloped in her warm rectum. The feeling was incredibly wonderful.

It was hot, tight, and soft, just like her cunt, but also different. It was tight from the base to the tip of his penis.

"Fuck me..." Susan pleaded.

Tommy reluctantly pulled his penis out, but just as he was about to pull it all the way out, he suddenly felt a suction force pulling him back in. He couldn't help but groan, "Oh, God."

Then he thrust forward violently.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me to death, my lover! Fuck your mother's ass..." Susan screamed, about to reach orgasm. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. "Oh, God, baby, I'm coming.

Ah... ah..." she cried out, swaying her body to meet his thrusts.

"My God, Mom," Tommy exclaimed as he felt his body begin to convulse.

"I'm coming too," he groaned. He thrust his penis deep into her anus and then remained still.

Susan felt his penis twitch inside her anus. She was surprised that she could actually feel him ejaculate. This made her orgasm even more intense.

As his semen began to fill his mother's anus, they both screamed loudly.

14:

Two years later…

These two years were the happiest time of Susan's life. Her career progressed further, and she and her lover son were inseparable. They were both honest friends and loving lovers. Their relationship had progressed to the point that Tommy moved into his mother's bedroom, leaving the empty room for storing clothes. They slept together every night, and their sex life became increasingly intense. It was hard to say whose desire was stronger. Tommy always seemed insatiable, and Susan had a similarly strong desire.

Tommy was an excellent student, majoring in engineering. He was now taller, stronger, and more handsome than before. His experiences with his mother had made him much more mature than other boys his age.

During their happy life, Susan was preoccupied with one thing. However, she wasn't sure if she should tell him, or how to say it. She had been thinking about this for months, and finally, she mustered the courage to tell him.

Tommy sensed something was going to happen tonight. He and his mother were going to see a movie together, then come home for dinner. This was a little different from usual. And he could tell from his mother's eyes that she had something to say tonight, and it must be something special.

As usual, Tommy sat in the living room downstairs waiting for his mother to come down. Then, she came down the stairs in a short, black, low-cut evening gown that barely covered her thighs. She wore a pearl necklace that Tommy had given her for her birthday last week.

"Sorry I'm late," Susan said with a smile as she approached him.

Tommy grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. He whispered in her ear, as if afraid someone would hear, "Mom, can you take off your underwear for me?"

She looked at her son in surprise, but immediately reached under her skirt and pulled it off. She smiled and handed it to him. She watched him neatly fold the underwear, then put it in his shirt pocket, leaving a little bit showing.

“Thank you, Mom, now I’m all dressed up,” Tommy said with a mischievous smile.

“You always surprise me, my love,” Susan said, kissing his cheek.

They sat in the living room, and time passed pleasantly. However, Tommy noticed that his mother seemed worried about something. She sat there fidgeting. He thought she might be too excited. After all, they hadn’t made love for a week because of her period. He thought it best not to think about it.

Susan had everything prepared in advance. In the candlelit dining room, a fine dinner was laid out on the table. A bottle of chilled wine was also placed beside it. They ate dinner together, fully dressed.

“Mom, this dinner was perfect. Thank you,” Tommy said sincerely, raising his glass to toast his mother.

Susan clinked her glass against his. “You’re welcome, Tommy,” Susan said, looking nervous, as if she wanted to say something.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Tommy asked with concern.

“Tommy, I have something I want to talk to you about. I don’t know how to tell you this,” Susan hesitated for a moment before continuing, “You know I’ve always wanted to have more children.”

“I know, Mom. I can feel it.”

“I’m thirty-nine now, and a woman’s ovulation period is limited. We’ve committed our lives to each other; I can’t find another man, and you can’t find another woman. I’ve always wanted to remarry and have many children. The problem is, I’m in love with my own son, and I can’t tolerate other men.”

“I know how you feel.” This problem had also been troubling Tommy. Tommy also wanted children, but he felt that since he loved his mother, he couldn’t have other girlfriends. This problem seemed unsolvable.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but let me show you this; maybe you’ll understand,” Susan said, handing him a package.

Tommy, with a confused expression, reached out and took it. The package wasn’t large, about the size of a music CD. Tommy’s hands trembled as he opened it, his mind blank. When he opened the package, he curiously looked at what he held in his hand. Suddenly, Tommy felt incredibly confused. He looked up at his mother, puzzled.

Susan said nothing, simply waiting silently.

Tommy looked at what he was holding. It was a small, round box with thirty small compartments for pills, labeled one pill a day. However, only the last seven compartments contained pills. Suddenly, Tommy looked at his mother in shock. "Um...what...you..." Tommy stammered, unsure what to say, his mouth agape.

Susan reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Yes, Tommy, these are my birth control pills. I haven't taken them for the past seven days. That's why I haven't let you touch me this week.

" "But, I...I don't understand. We are..."

"Let me explain," Susan interrupted. "In the past six months, I've done a lot of research, and I've learned that the chances of problems arising from consanguineous marriage are very small," she paused, letting Tommy process what she was saying.

"Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?" Tommy asked. He simply couldn't believe his mother wanted him to have a child with her.

"Yes."

"Oh my God...you...you want to have a child with me, and I'll be the father?"

"Yes, Tommy, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your child," Susan said, pausing for a long moment. "Tommy, before you answer me, you need to know that this is a very difficult thing for us. There will definitely be many potential problems. It directly relates to us having to find a place where no one knows us. And I will lose my job, and you can't go to school. There are many, many problems I can't think of. But I'm willing to take this risk. This risk will also be taken by you. If you don't want this, just give me back the pills. If you want me to have your child, throw them in the trash."

Tommy immediately stood up from his chair and threw the pills into the trash can. He hurriedly returned and picked up his mother. She was already in tears. The two hugged each other tightly and kissed tenderly.

Suddenly, Tommy broke free from his mother's kiss and knelt down on one knee.

"Mom, I know this is boring, but I have to say it. Although we can't actually register our marriage, my love and commitment to you are more real, deeper, and more sincere than any other registered marriage."

"I really want to be the father of your child," Tommy said, tears welling up in his eyes.

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