Mom, let me take care of you!

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After baseball practice, on the drive home, I could clearly hear my now-grown son sobbing, his head buried in his glove. Intuition told me something had happened, yet another voice inside told me—neither the place nor the time was right to express my concern to my son. Silence was incredibly difficult for me at that moment, because Josh was my life, my soul. And the day he was born was the anniversary of my late husband Joshua's death.

That day, not wanting to miss his son's birth, my late husband rushed to the hospital. However, a reckless person drove in front of my deceased husband, instantly adding two innocent souls to the gray road. And it wasn't until shortly after Josh's arrival that I learned of my husband's devastating death. From then on, Josh became everything to me; he was the only person and thing in the world I cared about. I guessed that my husband's soul would forever remain with me through my son's body.

The sky gradually darkened as the car drove onto the road not far from the garage. Before I could even park the car, Josh suddenly jumped out and ran frantically towards home. What could have driven him to this? This was the only reason I could think of—my son was heartbroken, and the knowing sadness on my face only seemed to make him feel worse.

Entering the house, I found Josh sitting on the living room sofa, sobbing loudly. His fists were raining down on the cushions.

I slowly walked towards him, trying to clear my mind. "Josh," I said, gently stroking his hair, "would you like to talk to Mom about what happened at the basketball court today?" As I spoke, I sat down beside him.

He didn't answer, but simply rested his head on my lap and cried even louder. I told myself that perhaps after he finished crying, he would be willing to speak. So I just sat there, gently stroking his hair until he calmed down.

"I've been kicked off the team." That was his first sentence.

If you knew Josh, you might categorize him as having a learning disability. Indeed, compared to his classmates, he learns new things much more slowly. In addition, he's somewhat clumsy, a little slow-witted, and has a slight stutter. This makes him a target of ridicule from his classmates. He's tried to do things to change this situation, but no matter how much help and encouragement I give him, the constant mockery and teasing from his peers always renders all his efforts futile.

I helped him lift his head and hugged him tighter. "Now, now..." I murmured, "Everything will be alright, Josh. Mom's here, and no matter what happens, Mom's love for you will never change. As for you being kicked off the team... well... that's a bit tricky!"

We sat on the sofa for a long time—I say a long time because I don't even know how much time passed. Finally, Josh slowly calmed down and then fell into a deep sleep in my arms. Since sleep was what he needed most at that moment, I didn't intend to wake him. I simply moved his body carefully so he could comfortably lie on my lap and sleep. After a while, I tiptoed away from him and turned to get a blanket. Although I didn't like him sleeping on the sofa, tonight, what did it matter?

I unzipped his basketball shorts, unbuttoned them, and slowly took them off. Some people need to change into pajamas to get a good night's sleep, and my Josh, like his father, had this habit, which was why I was changing his pants.

However, just as I took off his pants, Josh's freed penis sprang out, the slightly upward-pointing glans indicating it was semi-erect. I couldn't help but stare at my son's restless penis, even though he was sleeping peacefully.

As my gaze lingered on this young and virgin penis before me, memories of my late husband simultaneously flooded my mind. A rekindled sexual desire made me want to caress it, play with it, or even just hold it. God! After so long, I never thought I'd miss the feel of a man's penis. God! This is my son's penis!

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, my son's aroused penis pulled me back to reality.

"Mom," he called out, half-asleep.

"Honey, I'm here. Mom's right here." To avoid embarrassing him, I quickly covered him with a blanket. I sat down again and let him rest his head on my knees, leaving me unable to move, only able to watch him drift from light sleep to deep sleep. I grabbed a small pillow from the sofa, pondering how to pass the time. It

was already two in the morning, and my neck was stiff, so I had to lie down. I massaged my neck, occasionally turning my head, while also keeping an eye on Josh's movements. Several times, as usual, he kicked off the blanket, his penis fully erect, creating a bulge in his pajama bottoms. This physical change made me freeze like a statue. I turned around and dimmed the lamp next to the sofa. Don't ask me why I did this, because I didn't know myself.

The light, though dim, was enough for me to clearly see my son's enormous penis. For Josh's age, his penis was large. It was between six and seven inches long. God! A thought suddenly occurred to me: if the girls at school knew about my son's "strengths," I guarantee he would be a star student, at least among the girls.

My mind went mad as the incestuous thoughts intensified. I struggled to restrain myself from bending down to play with his penis. My heart pounded faster and faster, sweat dripped from my brow, and I could feel spasms between my legs. After a shudder, my juices finally began to flow. I squeezed my legs together, trying to calm my "little sister" down, but Josh's head, lying on my lap, only made things worse.

I hadn't felt this kind of stimulation in a long time! Yes, I have to admit I masturbate, but this feeling is different from what I get from masturbation. Very different. This feeling reminded me of when my late husband was alive; the pleasure was almost identical to what he had given me.

I closed my eyes, desperately trying to think of other unrelated things, forcing myself not to focus on the person beside me. I knew the evil thoughts flowing through my mind were absolutely wrong, and I knew that what I was thinking could cause my son lifelong harm. I knew I could turn my obedient son into an extremely rebellious person, and also make him harbor a lifelong hatred for me. I couldn't do that! If I lost Josh's love, what was the point of my life?

Then, knowing that the lewd thoughts still lingered in my mind, I slowly opened my eyes. I turned my head, focusing my gaze on the long, thin object that had almost completely captured my attention. I let out a heavy breath when I realized my son was having a wet dream. As I said (oh God!), desire finally overcame reason as my son's penis throbbed violently.

Damn it! That was my thought at that moment. If I didn't stroke his penis too roughly, maybe he wouldn't wake up. Thinking this, a feeling of hunger drove me to slowly move my head towards his penis. I could feel the heat of his shaft when I was close enough to touch it. Carefully and slowly, I circled his penis with my fingers; now, my fingers couldn't leave it.

With very slow movements, I began to stroke the penis in my hand. Oh, God! This felt amazing. It had been so long since I had been with a man's body after my husband's tragic death. Since Josh's penis was still a little dry, I moved my hand to my mouth. Oh, this taste! His penis smelled so sensual. In that instant, the taste from my fingers was intoxicating. My tongue came out of my mouth, and I realized—I was licking my fingers.

I put some saliva on my palm and smeared it on Josh's penis, then began to rub my son's hard penis. Suddenly, a soft groan came from deep in his throat. The sound made me think he had woken up, and I withdrew my hand. After a few seconds, seeing that he didn't make any other movement, I realized he was still fast asleep.

As I resumed my previous actions, Josh's buttocks lifted slightly, and some semen began to secrete from the tip of his penis. At this moment, Josh's breathing was equally deep. My vagina was burning with rising lust, but Josh's head on my knees prevented me from satisfying its thirst. My hips naturally swayed up and down with each stroke of Josh's penis. As my

fingers slid back and forth along his penis, I slowly increased the pressure of my caresses, coating my fingers with my son's remaining semen. I put my hand in my mouth again, happily licking the semen off my fingers, remembering the taste I had missed for so long.

"Mmm...mmm..." I began to moan.

As I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes, Josh couldn't help but make sleepy sounds. I no longer cared whether my actions would wake him from his slumber; now, all I wanted was to see my son ejaculate. More than just thinking about it, I needed to see that white semen covering my entire palm. My expression and mouth constantly betrayed my desire, yet I knew it was impossible, because I couldn't and wouldn't let things escalate to that point.

Josh arched his back on the sofa, burying his head deeper and deeper between my thighs, while I moved closer to him, squeezing my legs tighter. My climax was imminent; I had never imagined I would experience such intense pleasure in this situation.

"Oh...I...oh...I..." I cried out, though I tried to keep my mouth shut as much as possible: "Oh...my God...ahhh! Mmm...it's so good...mmm...so good...I...oh...I...God...I can't take it anymore!"

Wave after wave of climax relentlessly assaulted my vagina; I could feel my labia throbbing intensely, and the constant flow of vaginal fluid soaked my panties. As I enjoyed my climax, Josh made some strange noises, seemingly expressing his thirst or something.

Looking up, I watched Josh ejaculate into the sky; I never imagined a man could ejaculate so high. I moved closer to his penis, hoping his second wave would hit any part of my body. I increased the pressure on his shaft until the second orgasm erupted from his cock. This ejaculation was stronger and more powerful than the first! My God! I couldn't help but wonder if this was his real ejaculation.

Watching this, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide as the hot semen hit my nose squarely, then slowly slid down my nose. To prevent it from hitting the ground, I stuck out my tongue to catch it. Before swallowing this long-awaited honey, I licked my semen-covered tongue around my upper lip.

Josh slowly lay back down on the sofa, while I cleaned up the small amount of semen that hadn't yet swallowed. His semi-erect penis returned to his thigh, back to the position it was in when I had just pulled down his pants. After covering him with a blanket, I went into the bathroom to shower, but guilt felt like a slap in the face. As I sat in the bathtub, tears streamed down my face, and my churning stomach made me want to vomit. I had done something wrong to my son; the only consolation was that at least he hadn't woken up once during the whole process.

The next morning, everything returned to normal; at least Josh acted as if nothing had happened. I secretly vowed to myself that from now on I would stay away from anything related to sex and would never again do anything intimate or inappropriate with my son. I never mentioned what I had done to Josh, and after destroying all the evidence, I was even more convinced that he would never know about what happened that night.

That night seemed to be buried deep in my memory, but that wasn't the case. Whenever I saw Josh preparing for bed or taking a bath, incestuous thoughts would stir within me. I always struggled to control my urge to touch him. If you would call me "sexually frustrated," I'd admit it! For so many years, through countless lonely nights, my sexual desires and needs seemed to have been heightened on that night with Josh. Now, I could feel the fire of desire burning fiercely within me. My genitals had awakened; I could hear them calling for a man, calling for a hard cock.

Things were getting worse; daily masturbation could no longer extinguish the intense lust burning within my vagina. I wanted to be fucked!

To escape the hellish days that had followed, I tried going on a date with a friend I'd met through work. However, when he arrived at my doorstep, and Josh saw this unexpected guest, things took an unexpected turn. Since my late husband's death, I haven't gone on a date with anyone, so today was my first time in years. However, I just couldn't bring myself to tell Josh about the date. My cowardice made Josh see the man before him as an enemy, and his body was trembling with excitement!

I tried to explain, but no matter how much I talked, he remained furious. Canceling the date was the only thing I could do to appease him. Peter understood my predicament and said he would find another opportunity to ask me out. Now, I was alone on the steps, my underwear soaked with semen, someone who thought she had a chance to satisfy her sexual desires.

Angry Josh dashed back upstairs to his bedroom like a whirlwind, and I followed him, trying to talk to him. I knocked and turned the doorknob, and there he was, lying on the bed with his face buried in the covers.

“Josh,” I said, sitting down beside him, “Are you alright, darling?”

“Get away!” he roared at me. “You don’t want me anymore!”

“No, Josh, you know Mom loves you, now and forever.” I tried to defend myself with words.

“Then why did you go out with that guy?” His voice was still very loud.

“Darling, you don’t understand. Sometimes… well… I mean… it’s inevitable.” I didn’t know how to explain it to him, so I tried to end the conversation. I thought, shutting up might be the best way to end the awkwardness.

“It’s alright, Josh, he’s gone. Mom kicked him out!”

“Really?” He sat up straight as he spoke, turning his face towards me, and asked with renewed confidence, “But… why did you kick him out?”

“Darling, because Mom knows he upset someone special, and that special person is the only man in my life.”

“Oh, Mom,” Josh said, wrapping his arms around my neck. “I love you so much, Mom. I promise I’ll make you happy. You don’t need anyone else but me. Even though he’s gone, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you.”

After a brief hug, I went to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack, while Josh went to the bathroom to shower. As usual, he came downstairs wearing only a bathrobe. After finishing my snack, I took a shower and then returned to the living room, ready to sit on the sofa with Josh and watch TV to while away the weekend.

“Josh, how about we pinky swear before the movie starts?”

“Sure, Mom. Whatever you say,” he replied.

“Is that so? Then if I ever get so drunk I pass out, you’ll have to help me up! How about you help me up now?” I joked. “
Okay
.” He began to state the terms of the agreement: “I can be like a father. When you feel sad, I can gently hug you. I can give you a kiss and do other things a father would do. I will be there for you through all the happy and sad times. And if you feel cold at night, I will go into your bedroom and hold you as you fall asleep; I know you always love to sleep in your father’s arms.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks. His words brought back beautiful memories of the past and the most perfect lover of my life—Josh’s father. His words even gave me a physical reaction; my legs went weak, and I almost fainted when my son said he knew the most private things in my heart.

“Josh, how do you know that?” I asked.

"Come on, Mom," he said. "You and Dad love each other deeply, and even a little kid knows what lovers do. You often caress and kiss each other, and sometimes I hear your voice coming from your room. Although I have no idea what you're actually doing, I know you're happy. And every time I hear you moan, I think you're sick! But when I hear you say to Dad, 'Oh, this feels so good,' I know Dad must make you feel much better, so after that I'm relieved, I run to sleep."

After hearing what he said, I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Josh, my dearest Josh! Mom's love for you is so deep, I promise you, no one can replace you in my heart."

We linked arms and walked towards the living room. Just then, Josh innocently patted my bottom. I believed he meant no harm; he was just imitating his father's behavior, something he often did when he was alive.

“Josh!” I exclaimed in surprise. Seeing my expression, he couldn't help but laugh. “Well, you think this is funny?” I loudly demanded that he sit at the table. Josh guessed what I was going to do, so he started running around. I grabbed him in the middle of the living room and slammed him to the floor. Laughter echoed between us as I pretended to hit him.

Josh, now a strong young man, easily switched our positions and raised my hands above my head. His bathrobe had opened during our playful antics, revealing his swollen penis beneath his underwear. In that instant, I remembered what had happened last time.

“Okay, okay,” I said, “the movie's about to start, let Mom get up.” I pleaded in a coquettish tone.

“Hmm… but I don’t want you to get up,” he replied.

I tried to push him away and shift my buttocks to the other side, but my movements only pressed him down on top of me, creating a man-on-top position. For Josh, it was just a game; but for me, it was a sexually provocative contact. Perhaps my subconscious led things this way, perhaps.

Josh raised an arm and began to tickle me. As he tickled me, I couldn't hold back any longer! It's strange to say, but being tickled in this situation actually aroused my sexual desire—hard to believe, right? Josh was unaware of my psychological changes but knew how to tickle me. After years of observation, he had learned the techniques he was now using on me from his father.

Being pinned down by my son, I slowly descended into madness. He thought my struggles were to break free, but in reality, I was struggling for my own desires! As he tried to stop my resistance, my raised buttocks accidentally bumped into his groin. In the struggle, my oversized t-shirt slipped down to my waist. At the same time, I felt the heat emanating from Josh's penis between my thighs.

Josh noticed this too, but he showed no intention of moving his penis away. Wearing only a bra, I tightly clamped my legs together, and just in case, I locked Josh's legs with my ankles. I didn't want his penis to pop out of my underwear; I had to control the situation. However, before I could, I messed up. My next action made things spiral out of control.

Just as I tried to prop myself up, his penis slid into my inner thighs. The feeling was so wonderful; my body became hot, and I started to secrete fluids. My labia became wet, and I was completely speechless.

Josh stopped moving; more accurately, he felt helpless. The thought of getting up and leaving or remaining still was tormenting him. The current situation made me feel like each day was an eternity. My thoughts drifted far, far away, as I tried to find a way to resolve the current predicament.

I thought I'd better loosen the restraints on Josh's ankles and spread my legs before he became fully erect. Although I didn't believe he'd done this with a girl before, the current position was too suggestive, and I couldn't help but worry that primal human instincts would drive Josh to thrust his penis forward. The incestuous thoughts in my mind weren't wrong; what was wrong was that my crossing my legs severely aroused his penis.

"Mmm..." he groaned softly through his nose. I sat up and brushed the hair covering his face. "Mom, I love you," he said in an extremely romantic tone.

I knew what he wanted to do; his tone made it clear what he was thinking. I remembered the last time I heard that tone was when my late husband and I were preparing for our tryst, and the situation was exactly the same as now. Without any warning, he lowered his head and sealed my lips with his.

“Oh, Josh,” I said, “we can’t do this!”

“But, Mom, you…”

“Shh…” I put my index finger to his lips to quiet him. “You know, there’s something a mother and son absolutely cannot do together.”

“Mom, but we haven’t done anything wrong. Have we done anything wrong? You and Dad have been doing that kind of thing all along, so why haven’t I ever seen you refuse him?” he protested. I believed he still didn’t understand the gravity of the situation.

“Josh, your father and I love each other, but we…”

“But? Mom, we love each other deeply too, don’t we?”

"You're right, Josh, but this kind of love is different."

"I don't want to hear it, Mom," he cried, almost sobbing. This was understandable, given that his penis had been erect for quite some time.

"You mean...you give Dad more love than you give me?" Hearing this, I was finally certain that Josh knew nothing about sex. Tears welled in his eyes. Looking at his pure and innocent face, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his waist, pulling our bodies closer. As I held him tighter, and his penis entered my warm, maternal thighs again, I could clearly feel his penis slowly swelling... swelling...

"Mom?"

"I'm here, darling, what's wrong?"

"Why do I have this strange feeling I've never experienced before?"

I remained silent, because I simply didn't know how to begin. I was now consumed by lust, trying to lead my son into a world he had never known. Deep down, I knew we were about to cross a taboo, a taboo no parent would attempt to break.

Finally, I began to let my hands wander over his body, his buttocks becoming my final destination. Then, I gently massaged his penis, the one that would soon satisfy me. My breathing became heavy, and Josh narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the cause of my intense physical changes from my actions.

In this passionate moment, Josh remained motionless. I thought he would begin thrusting inside me, but he was like a wooden block. It seemed I had to take the initiative! I slowly shifted my hips, then straddled him, savoring the sensation of his penis sliding in and out of my buttocks. He didn't remove my bra, indicating he had no idea how to penetrate me.

I wanted to possess him so badly; I never knew the desire to have someone could be so intense. And now, my underwear was the obstacle to making my dream come true. My thighs were wet with the semen seeping from his glans, and the juices from my vagina were equally soaking my underwear. I grabbed his buttocks and lifted them up, so my vagina could engulf his penis.

I tried to get him to relax and move his hips up and down against me. After two tries, he finally got the rhythm. For a long time, we swayed together. Josh's movements were surprisingly slow. If you thought he would be thrusting wildly because of the ecstasy of his first time, you'd be very wrong. Unlike a virgin whose mind is often confused by first-time sex, his movements were very, very slow.

Oh my god! I can't believe there's such lewd music in the world. My constantly flowing juices made him make "plop, plop" sounds as he thrust into me. I squeezed my thighs together with all my might, trying to grip his penis tightly inside me.

"Oh...oh...my God..." As Josh thrust vigorously, I began to moan, "Mmm...Josh...mmm...you're making me feel so good...oh..." At that moment, I cared nothing for anything but the pleasure of sex. The intimacy between my son and me surpassed that of any other mother in the world; I absolutely loved this feeling! Finally, we reached a state of complete absorption, and I even thought his penis wasn't still inside my vagina.

At this crucial moment, Josh started making strange noises, his eyes tightly closed, and his face contorted. I immediately realized that my son was on the verge of his first orgasm.

"Oh...Mom! Oh...my...Mom! I need to pee! Ah...I need to pee!"

I hugged him tightly again, forcing him to thrust faster and harder. He was like a busy bee, buzzing and flitting about, flying fast and strong. Orgasm overwhelmed him; he trembled like someone having an epileptic seizure. Tears welled up, and he cried. I knew his tears contained a mixture of joy and confusion, but what did confusion matter? I had plenty of time to explain to him the changes between us

... Although he never minded the changes, his age still made me feel a little guilty every time we made love. But who cares about all that? Josh's birthday was coming soon; who knows, maybe I'll give him another unforgettable gift.

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