Don't get too fat

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"Why can't you be like other women, making love only two or three times a month?" Donald roared at his wife.

"Wh...what?" Gloria asked incredulously, her eyes wide and panting.

Her husband's hurtful words stung Gloria. She forced back tears of humiliation, threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, threw on a robe, rushed from the master bedroom to the side bedroom, and locked the door behind her. She collapsed onto the bed, tears of shame finally overflowing and streaming down her face. Growing angrier, she buried her face in the pillow and sobbed uncontrollably.

For so long, she had avoided confronting this issue; but now, it had finally arrived. She had paid a heavy price for their marriage, but now, at least for herself, even that last straw was sinking! It was all over!

Suddenly, a sense of relief washed over her, and even her sobs subsided. Facing her current situation, she recalled the beginning of her marriage to Donald.

They met in college. Donald, a young, handsome, and ambitious business major, was eager to make his mark; she, too, was a beautiful and voluptuous young lawyer dreaming of one day righting all injustice. They fell in love almost instantly, and after a whirlwind of intense and brief romance, they hastily married.

At the start of their marriage, everyone enviously called them the perfect couple. Then college ended, and reality began to set in. With the arrival of David—their son—Donald began to gain weight. The former 5-foot-10-inch, 175-pound, muscular, and sexy fighter was gone; now he resembled an inflated balloon, a 5-foot-10-inch, 325-pound chubby fellow. His waist, once 34 inches, was now 48 inches. To her horror, with his almost deformed belly, she couldn't even see his penis! This wasn't sexy at all, and worse, as his weight increased, his libido diminished day by day. All he could do now was climb on top of her, mumble a few words, and then get off.

In fact, his physique was so out of shape that she had to be on top most of the time, and even then, he was powerless to launch a decent attack on her long-neglected secret place.

Gloria had always known her libido was abnormally strong, but when they first got married, they made love two or three times a day. At the time, she thought she had finally found the answer to her dream come true. But later, the more weight he gained, the less often they made love. At first, it slipped to once or twice a day, then once or twice every other day. It was from then on that she discovered she was losing control of her impulsive libido.

Besides the frequency of sex, even early in their marriage, she found that despite her yearning for new experiences in their sex life, she had to give them up. Once, she suggested watching adult films during sex to add some excitement—in fact, she used a rather subtle way of putting it—perhaps it would inspire new positions. Donald immediately exploded, roaring but clearly expressing his opinion on the idea. His exact words were—his penis should go in one place, and only in that place; and her vagina had one purpose, and only that purpose. Gloria immediately understood her husband's meaning and never brought up the topic again.

Finally, she had to try using sex toys to quell the rising, almost greedy desire within her. Ironically, she used them because he couldn't satisfy her, but at the same time, she couldn't let him find out, or he would fly into a rage. Thus, her desire grew higher and higher, while his offerings dwindled, until finally, tonight, it all came to an end.

Damn it, if he hadn't gotten so fat, he probably wouldn't have asked for sex two or three times a month, and I wouldn't have needed those toys to satisfy myself, Gloria thought to herself. She couldn't control herself, because she wanted it at least once or twice a day. It was as if an invisible flame was driving her, stirring her, making her restless, and she had no other way to extinguish that lust except through sex.

When the frequency of sex remained the same, she could have silently endured it if there were just no new tricks or styles, but now there was neither.

Tonight, she was certain that even that last straw was gone. If he couldn't satisfy her body, then she would have to find another substitute.

Now, the only thing lingering in her mind was frenzied sex. All the unique sex she had once longed for, all the different positions, all the different occasions, all the actions that Donald had previously declared unacceptable.

She immediately thought of Brad, that young colleague at work who was always eyeing her with predatory intent. He had invited her for drinks after work several times, but she had always refused. She knew Brad's interest in her was more than just Platonic; she could tell from the look in his eyes whenever he gazed at her body. She had always shut him out in the past, but from now on, she wouldn't.

Then she remembered the Tuesday party she had planned, the one she would invite him to, and perhaps she would even have the chance to invite him to visit her bedroom… Gloria fantasized, secretly chuckling to herself as she reached down to her throbbing, erect clitoris.

It was truly comical, Gloria thought, teasing her clitoris with her fingers. Just a moment ago she had been furious at Donald's unwarranted accusations, but now all that was completely forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming anticipation of the reborn sex.

"Let the game begin!" Gloria thought to herself, her laughter growing more and more intense as her fingers began to roughly caress her clitoris.

The next day, Gloria invited Brad to a party. His eyes immediately lit up like a glowing Christmas tree. For the next three days, Gloria had to resist Brad's ever-present gentle caresses and intimate whispers. These actions, which she had previously found repulsive, now became catalysts for her burning desire. She began to wonder if she needed to keep a vibrator inserted in her vagina all day, as she now had to use it several times every night to slowly quell the ever-burning flames of lust between her legs.

She and Donald became taciturn, and the atmosphere in the bedroom plummeted to freezing point. In fact, Gloria was already planning to sleep separately from her husband after the party—moving to the side bedroom. How ridiculous! The wife's addiction to sex had reached the point where it required daily adjustments, while the husband was casual, thinking that two or three times a month was enough. Fine, from now on, she would no longer fulfill her duties as a wife, and she would no longer demand that her husband fulfill his responsibilities. He had to beg and plead, and even then, she figured she wouldn't sleep with him again. Yes, she could sense their marriage was on the verge of collapse, and she was no longer interested in saving it.

She would decide what to do after the party, but for now, she needed to quell the burning desire within her.

Brad had come to the party alone. Donald met him at the door, gave him a curt invitation, and after a perfunctory exchange, left him there alone.

Gloria had already seen Brad and strolled towards him. After a short while, the two stealthily made their way up the stairs, unnoticed by anyone else. Once in her bedroom, they immediately and eagerly embraced and kissed, their hands roaming impatiently over each other's bodies.

Gloria was somewhat surprised by Brad's lack of patience. Before she could stop him, though she hadn't intended to, he had already pulled out one of her large breasts and, without a word, bent down to suckle. Just as Gloria was beginning to succumb to his insatiable oral assault, she felt his hand on her buttocks. Spreading her buttocks apart with both hands, Brad forcefully thrust her body towards him.

In no time, his hand was inside her skirt. When he discovered that Gloria was naked under her skirt, he became even more audacious. She immediately felt his fingers rapidly probing into her body.

At this point, it was only a matter of time before the two of them completed their affair, right in her own bed, on the very bed that Donald had made increasingly cold.

But, at this very last moment, just as the two of them were staggering and about to fall onto the bed, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. The two were startled and separated abruptly. At that moment, Gloria seemed to see a figure flash past the doorway. But when she tucked her large breasts back into her clothes and pulled her skirt down to cover her bare buttocks, there was nothing in the hallway.

This frightened Gloria considerably, and she dared not risk it again. After a long kiss, she told Brad to talk about it at the company tomorrow; they could arrange some time alone together and complete their affair that began that night. Then they sneaked downstairs and rejoined the crowd at the party.

David burst into the house like a whirlwind, dropping the book he was holding. He was always hungry and habitually went straight to the kitchen. He flung open the refrigerator door, quickly scanned it, and found it filled with all sorts of food left over from his parents' party the night before.

He excitedly rubbed his hands together and picked out several plates of food, placing them on the table. He cut two thick slices of homemade bread and solemnly spread a generous amount of mayonnaise on each slice. Then, putting down the knife, he began his "great" sandwich-making process. He added this and that, watching the mountain of sandwiches in front of him grow higher and higher, his hands covered in a mixture of sauces.

Finally, he stopped, took a half-step back, and gazed at his masterpiece. It was practically a work of art.

A genuine Daigwood multi-layered sandwich that even Daigwood himself had to admit was authentic! Smiling smugly, he turned and opened the refrigerator door, taking out a bottle of ice-cold beer. He

popped the cap and downed half the bottle in one gulp. Life is good! he told himself. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and began his devouring of the mountain of sandwiches. He wolfed down his food, occasionally taking a sip of beer, and soon only a small piece remained.

He let out a burp, stuffed the remaining piece into his mouth, and smacked his lips contentedly. "Hmm, this should last until dinner!" he muttered to himself.

Patting his already swollen belly, David picked up the book from the floor, went upstairs to his room. Once inside, he tossed the book onto the table, took off his shoes and socks, and collapsed onto the bed.

Debbie had joined the church; this was terrible, David thought silently. He used to be able to have sex with her two or three times a day, but since she joined the church, he was only allowed to do it once every three to five days—far too little. Before, at least he could occasionally think about other things, but not anymore; his mind was filled with nothing but sex.

He imagined every woman he saw undressing, her naked body, and what it would be like to have sex with her. He had become a perverted voyeur with unquenchable sexual desire.

He remembered reading in a book about a condition called "satiriasis-is," and he wondered if he had it. The name for this condition clearly comes from "satyrs," the mysterious forest god in ancient Greek mythology, a creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a goat, always lustfully pursuing every woman he sees and then frantically fucking them.

Indeed, he always spoke with great enthusiasm about sex; in fact, his schoolmates had given him a nickname for it—"The Pervert."

Lying lazily in bed, digesting the sandwich in his stomach, he unconsciously reached down and unzipped his pants.

He parted his trousers and pulled out his still impressively large, albeit limp, penis from his underwear. Slowly rubbing his gradually hardening shaft, David couldn't help but recall the scene he had witnessed the previous night.

The drinks available for everyone to help themselves on the table were quickly consumed, and David had secretly taken a few bottles himself. Around 9:30, the beer forced him to go upstairs to put it back into the recycling system.

As he walked down the hallway on his way back to his room, he suddenly heard moans coming from his parents' bedroom. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to quickly peek. But what he saw stunned him as if struck by lightning.

He saw his mother nestled in the arms of a man, and that man was not his father.

The man was a colleague his mother had invited to a party.

David saw the two of them passionately kissing, their hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. The neckline of his mother's black evening dress was pulled down, revealing one of her large, white breasts. The large, white breast, topped with a large, dark areola and a swollen nipple, swayed back and forth in the air.

Clearly, the man couldn't resist the temptation, and in a moment, he lowered his head and took the breast into his mouth.

Staring in disbelief, David's blood almost stopped flowing; he had witnessed his mother's infidelity. The man, while greedily suckling at his mother's breasts, wrapped his arms around her, cupping her firm, taut buttocks and pressing them against him. His mother's head was tilted back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She was swaying her body to the rhythm of the music drifting from downstairs, inching closer to the man. Then they paused, and the man slipped his hand under his mother's skirt!

David felt like he was about to faint; he had never witnessed such a wicked and stimulating scene. His heart pounded faster and faster, and his remaining thoughts were shrouded in a fog of disbelief.

Then, the man slowly lifted the hem of his mother's skirt, wrapping it around her slender waist, revealing the perfect curve of her bare, full buttocks. The man's hands grasped her buttocks, turning her to the side, and now David's gaze was unobstructed, directly falling on his mother's secret forest. David watched as the man caressed his mother's lower abdomen, realizing that his mother wasn't wearing any underwear at all!

David was truly stunned. He watched intently as the man explored his mother's body. He stared blankly as the man's fingers explored the dark golden pubic hair between his mother's milky-white legs. The black garter stockings with lace trim accentuated his mother's snow-white, soft skin, making the scent in the air even more erotic.

David's gaze drifted downwards; the black garter stockings shimmered slightly in the dim light, making her long, shapely legs even more alluring. David suddenly found himself aroused.

He had never witnessed anything more stimulating in his life. The mysterious thicket of curly golden pubic hair concealed his mother's tender, innocent secret place, and the man's fingers were caressing it without restraint.

David felt as if he were watching an adult film, watching the man's finger slowly and deliberately slip into his mother's secret place. The man's finger was truly inside his mother's vagina!

David watched as the man used his fingers to penetrate his mother's cunt, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Then, something even more unbelievable happened! His mother's delicate hand slid down, swiftly unzipped the man's pants, and disappeared inside! David's legs almost gave way, and his penis grew even harder! When his

mother's hand reappeared, it held the man's large penis in her palm, lovingly stroking its hard shaft. David was nearly driven mad by the sight, almost losing control and ejaculating.

Even tens of thousands of years later, David could never have imagined that his mother could do such a thing!

The two began to move slowly but purposefully towards the bed. Or rather, the man was firmly guiding his mother, and she did not resist. In David's eyes, it was actually his mother who was constantly inciting the man, enticing him step by step towards the bed of their affair.

Just then, a loud crash came from downstairs, and his mother and the man abruptly separated as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

To avoid being discovered, David quickly took a step back, stumbled down the hallway, and ran back to his room. Carefully closing the door behind him, he hurried through the room, rushed into the bathroom, and swiftly pulled out his rock-hard penis. An unbearable urge to urinate surged to his head, but he was too tense and held it in for a long time before the liquid began to flow intermittently, then grew increasingly rapid, filling the bathroom with the loud sound of urine hitting the water. Still unable to believe what he had just witnessed, David stood there dumbfounded for a long time before realizing he had already finished urinating. He then tucked his relaxed penis back into his pants.

Slowly opening a crack in the door, David glanced down the hallway to make sure no one was there before sneaking downstairs to the kitchen to grab a beer.

He had just tilted his head back, ready to take a good sip to relax, when Gloria walked in. She asked him where he had been, and David blushed slightly before quickly replying that he had gone to the bathroom.

Gloria smiled and told her son that a platform by the pool had collapsed, and his father was too drunk to squat down, even if he weren't, his large size meant he couldn't manage it. So, they had to go and fix it. David could clearly sense a hint of displeasure in his mother's tone. In fact, he had noticed this displeasure for several days, though he didn't know exactly when it had started.

After speaking, Gloria turned and led her son towards the platform outside. David followed behind his mother, secretly admiring her swaying, graceful back as they walked. Half of her full buttocks was taut with her steps by her form-fitting evening gown; she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath, he thought to himself. Completely absorbed in the beautiful sight, he didn't notice his mother had stopped ahead and nearly bumped into her. They had reached the table. Gloria handed David a flashlight, telling him to crawl under the table and replace a broken nut, while she would lift the table to help him.

David took the flashlight, bent down, and buried his head under the table. Gloria then lifted one leg over David's body, bent down, and lifted the table with both hands. David turned on the flashlight, shining it on the underside of the table, trying to find the broken nut.

The beam of the flashlight not only illuminated the underside of the table but also swept across Gloria's two long, beautifully curved legs, and even the private area between her thighs. She tried to adjust her balance better, spreading her legs wider, and finally, David could clearly see his mother's completely exposed vulva.

Gloria held the table, waiting for David to fumble around under the table with the flashlight. He, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity; part of the flashlight beam focused on his mother's genitals.

Two large, fleshy labia hung in the air, the entire secret opening wide, gleaming with a lewd, damp light under the flashlight. David stared nervously at his mother's deep, moist entrance, suddenly realizing his penis had hardened again. Abruptly realizing this, he frantically tried to fasten the nut to the screw, but couldn't get it right.

Despite fiddling with the nut, David didn't give up waving the flashlight; the beam danced and leaped over the fuzzy thicket and the two slightly moist, glistening labia. He could almost faintly smell the lewd scent permeating the air.

"Are you alright down there?" David was suddenly interrupted by his mother's voice.

"Um, yes, but I think…" David mumbled, finally managing to tear his gaze away from his mother's beautiful secret opening, and with a composed expression, managed to put the nut on.

"Done!" David told his mother, slowly rotating the nut along the grooves.

He tightened the nut, glancing one last time at his mother's exposed glimpse under her skirt before turning off the flashlight.

"I thought..." Gloria said.

"Oh, um, thought what?" David stammered.

"Never mind, it's nothing," Gloria replied, taking a step back to make room for David.

Did she know he'd seen her and that man? Or did she know he'd peeked under her skirt?

David wondered to himself, grabbing his mother's outstretched hand and standing up.

Lying in bed, recalling the events of the previous night, David's hand slid back and forth across his rock-hard penis, soon feeling a spasm of excitement.

He sat up, glancing at his watch; it was only three in the afternoon, meaning his parents wouldn't be back for at least two more hours.

Ignoring his erect penis sticking out of his pants like a flagpole, he jumped off the bed.

Heh heh, now was the perfect opportunity to rummage through his mother's underwear collection. He hadn't rummaged through his mother's underwear for months, because Debbie had been perfectly able to satisfy her own sexual desires, so there was no need for her to seek stimulation through his mother's lingerie.

But recently, Debbie had joined the church, and considering what he'd witnessed last night, well, reliving his old habit today was exactly what he wanted.

Watching his erect penis sway and nod like a vanguard, David thought smugly, "I'm really something!" He swaggered down the hallway toward his parents' bedroom.

Entering his mother's bedroom, David took a deep breath, seemingly catching a faint whiff of his mother's perfume in the air, and his penis swelled even more.

Looking around, everything was still so neat and clean, just like his mother herself. David thought to himself, walking to her dressing table. Whenever she was around, everything had to be in its proper place at all times; she was practically a germaphobe. But last night, she wasn't wearing underwear, and David didn't know if his mother was used to walking around naked from the waist down; in any case, he had never encountered such a sign before.

Regardless, he was absolutely certain that her lower body was empty last night. Knowing this, she became more accessible, more alluring, more of a woman, and no longer just a mother.

All of this completely changed David's view of her; she was no longer merely his mother, but a woman with desires and secrets.

Slowly pulling open the drawer, David looked down and, just as he had expected, all of his mother's exquisite underwear was neatly folded and piled inside. He ran his hand over the surface of the underwear, feeling its silky smoothness, and closed his eyes, indulging in his senses. Clearly, all the clothes were arranged with utmost care; even the slightest movement would likely be noticed by his mother. Scanning the piles of underwear of all shapes, colors, and materials, his gaze suddenly fell on a set of pale pink pantyhose, lying forlornly and haphazardly to one side, standing out starkly. Slightly puzzled by its disordered folding, David slowly picked up the pantyhose.

As his fingers moved over its silky surface, the pantyhose suddenly unfolded. Without realizing it, David drowsily pulled down the pantyhose and buried his nose in the crotch of the dark, thick underwear.

He took a deep breath, the lingering scent of his mother's rich, mature femininity still present. He sniffed greedily again, his penis throbbing as if electrocuted.

Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through his mind. What would it feel like to wear his mother's pantyhose? He had always buried this secret urge deep within his heart, but the perverse urge to feel silk and nylon against his skin was simply irresistible. Placing

the pantyhose on the bed, David quickly pulled off his pants and threw them on the floor; now he was completely naked from the waist down. Sitting on the bed, he reached back and picked up the pantyhose, rolling it up and holding it in his palm like in the movies.

What was he doing? Was he insane? What was this wild urge driving him to do? David had always considered himself a perfectly normal seven-foot man, but deep within his heart, in the most secret place, there had always been this perverse desire to wear women's underwear. And now, in his mother's bedroom, David was about to realize this fantasy. Good heavens! Was he a pervert? Or had he lost his mind? Or had the lack of sex lately ruined his brain?

Pointing his toes, David quickly slipped one foot into a slightly shimmering pink stocking, slowly rolling up the edge to make it smoothly wrap around his leg, then slipped the other foot in as well. Once he was done, he stood up, looking down at his legs shrouded in pink, a lewd smile creeping across his lips.

David grabbed the edge of the stocking at his hip with one hand, and hooked the waistband of the stocking around his penis with the other, slowly covering his lower body. He paused, looking up at himself in the mirror, seeing his semi-erect penis standing tall beneath the pantyhose, and laughed even harder. He even thought to himself with a touch of self-deprecation, "My legs actually look pretty good like this, at least for a man."

Finally, his gaze settled on his crotch. His penis was now pressed against the part of his mother's vagina that was usually taut, and just thinking about it made David tremble with excitement. This was the very spot where he had just caught a whiff of his mother's mature feminine scent, and now he was stroking his increasingly hard penis. Good heavens, if he wasn't careful, he was about to ejaculate all over his mother's pantyhose!

David turned slightly to the side, looking in the mirror at his firm buttocks and strong thighs taut beneath the pink pantyhose. Reaching inside the stocking, he pulled out his fully swollen penis and turned back to the mirror, slowly rubbing it up and down… Wednesday, for Gloria, was a long day. Extremely disappointed by her failed tryst the previous night, she couldn't wait to get home so she could soothe the burning desire within her with a vibrator. She had told Brad she would contact him on Saturday and try to arrange a place and time for their rendezvous. Since receiving this message, Brad had visited her office at least six or seven times today. They shared several passionate kisses behind her office door, but fearing this would reveal their secret, Gloria had to threaten him to leave. She said if he didn't stop harassing her, she would cancel their dates. Finally, he understood and stopped visiting her.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Gloria couldn't hold back any longer. She told her secretary she would take some documents home to work on and then quickly left the office.

She drove out of the parking lot and merged into the congested traffic. The events of last night's party and today's events at the company flashed through her mind, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She felt like a bitch in heat, her mind consumed by nothing but sex. This wasn't like her; she used to always control her most secret desires. But ever since Donald said those hurtful things to her, she didn't care about anything anymore.

Gloria was ready for an affair. She needed to make love intensely for two or three days, perhaps only then could she calm the molten lava raging deep within her mind.

"Damn it!" Gloria muttered under her breath as a car suddenly cut in front of her from the side, forcing her to slam on the brakes. She jerked the steering wheel, accelerated sharply, and gave the driver the middle finger, along with a smug look.

After venting her anger on the driver, Gloria's thoughts returned to Donald. Yes, how could she blame herself for the affair?

She couldn't help but think of Brad again. It was ridiculous; he was almost half her age, just over twenty. Unbelievable! He was only a few years older than her son, David. She was really shameless! Gloria laughed and drove off the slope onto the highway. She didn't know why, but she just liked young, energetic men. Some women preferred older men, some preferred younger ones, and she probably belonged to the latter. Thinking about it, Donald, who was nearly fifty, lost even more points. She was only thirty-nine; he was a full ten years older than her! As he continued to gain weight and become lazier, Gloria, on the other hand, maintained a healthy diet and regular exercise, even

managing to wear clothes she hadn't worn before her wedding. It wasn't intentional; her taste had simply improved, Gloria told herself with a smile. Whenever she entered a public place, her 5-foot-8-inch height and 38-28-32 measurements always drew attention. Brad, the intern colleague she was planning to seduce, was proof enough. He'd been pursuing her for six months, and he was still a young man. The scene from last night's date resurfaced in her mind. In the hazy atmosphere, she suddenly remembered what had happened with her son, David, and her face flushed.

Last night, when they went to fix that table, Gloria straddled her son, lifting the edge of the table, completely forgetting that she wasn't wearing underwear. She didn't know if he had looked under her skirt, but he certainly had the opportunity. Thinking of this, Gloria thought to herself: Maybe that's why it took him so long to tighten the nuts? But it wasn't David's fault; it was her own. The failed affair had left her dazed and confused, her mind still fogged up.

"Fine, I hope he really saw it, I hope he had a good time!" Gloria roared to herself, driving off the main road. With a quick acceleration, she reached her house and turned onto the driveway. Seeing her son David's car already parked there, she parked next to him.

Listening carefully, Gloria found nothing and quietly slipped into the house. Bending down to take off her high heels, she quietly slipped into the kitchen, peered inside, and found evidence of leftover food on the table, but David wasn't there. She silently went upstairs to her son's room, only to find books on the table. Where was David? He wasn't downstairs or in his own room. Had he gone to the basement, or their master bedroom? No, her bedroom, she emphasized to herself again, her resentment towards Donald growing ever stronger.

Like a cat, Gloria tiptoed toward her room. She stopped at the door and peered through the crack.

"Oh my goodness!" she nearly cried out in surprise.

David, her son, stood before the vanity mirror wearing her pink pantyhose, turning sideways to look at his shoulder. Then she saw it: his enormous penis stood proudly erect, and he was rubbing it back and forth with his hand.

Incredulous, Gloria almost gasped for breath, her body paralyzed. All she could do was stare at him, his young, strong body accentuated by the soft fabric of her pink pantyhose, making him appear even more masculine. A heat rose up Gloria's back.

The sight before her terrified the mother, but she was also captivated by the other side lurking within her. His penis was so big and thick! Gloria couldn't believe she had such thoughts about her son, but how could she be blamed? His body was indeed beautiful, and his penis even more so. Thinking of this, Gloria's secret place involuntarily contracted with excitement.

Gloria then realized that the pantyhose her son was wearing were the ones she had just changed out of and hadn't had time to wash.

Did he smell the lingering scent of her semen on them? Did he want them too…? What to do now? Gloria wondered to herself. She couldn't decide what to do, and instinctively walked slowly into the room, picking up her son's pants from the floor.

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful," her voice trembled slightly.

What? Was someone talking? Lost in his fantasies, David was startled, his heart leaping into his throat. He whirled around. His mother was standing in the doorway, watching him!

"Yes, absolutely wonderful."

"You… how could you…" David stammered, panting, his hands instinctively reaching up to cover his erect penis.

"You look absolutely wonderful in those pantyhose," Gloria said softly with a smile.

"Oh, Mom!" he mumbled, turning his back to his mother.

David could still hear his mother's laughter. Looking up, he suddenly realized she was still watching his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh, damn it!" he muttered.

He had to get out of there, but his mother was blocking his way. He had to find a way to slip past her, David thought as he walked towards the door.

Just as he was trying to get past her, Gloria reached out and blocked his path.

"I'm so sorry, I just..."

"Wait a minute," his mother said commandingly. "You're not leaving with my pantyhose on. Take them off!" "Mom!" David protested, his eyes wide. "Please!" "Take them off!" Gloria was unwavering. "Now!" "For God's sake, Mom..." David pleaded.

"Oh, come on, I've seen them before," she insisted.

David had no choice but to turn around with a pained expression and quickly remove the pantyhose. When he pulled the pantyhose off, his whole body was flushed.

"Now, hand me your clothes," she commanded, extending her hand.

David tried to cover his groin with one hand while bending down to pick up the pantyhose with the other.

"Here you go," he muttered, handing her the crumpled pink nylon bundle.

"I don't know what to think," she said, taking the pantyhose and handing him the pants back. "I don't know if I have a son with a fetish for wearing women's clothes." "God, Mom," David protested in a low voice, bending down to pull up his pants. To get his pants on, he had to remove his hand from his penis, which he had been covering, and as he did so, his still-erect penis sprang out again.

As David pulled up his pants, he suddenly noticed his mother staring intently at his unruly penis, which was still throbbing up and down arrogantly. Overwhelmed with shame, he quickly shoved his penis into his pants and immediately yanked the zipper up.

"Squeak... Oh... Oh..." He immediately felt the delicate skin on his penis get stuck in the zipper and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Gloria exclaimed.

"I got stuck in the zipper," David replied, frowning.

"Then unzip it." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"But... that will hurt." He replied painfully.

"Then... let me do it." She said, reaching for the zipper pull.

"No, that will hurt me." He insisted on disagreeing, trying to push his mother's hand away to prevent further damage to his already injured penis.

"Oh, don't act like a child." She scolded, swatting her son's hand away and yanking down the zipper.

"Ah...oh...oh..." The zipper came undone. "It hurts so much!" David screamed in pain, almost jumping up. At that moment, his finally freed penis sprang out for the third time, swaying in the air again.

"Let me see," Gloria said, gently taking the thick shaft in her warm, soft fingers. To David, his mother's touch seemed less like care and more like the intimacy between lovers.

"Silly boy, it's just a little scratch," she laughed, stroking the small wound with one finger. "Want me to kiss it? It'll make you feel better." "Mom!" he muttered loudly, "For God's sake!" "I was just kidding," she laughed. "I used to do that all the time when you got hurt as a child." "I know, but I'm not a child anymore," David said shyly, hoping his mother would get him out of this painful situation as soon as possible.

"Yes, I've noticed." Gloria continued to gently stroke the dangling penis in her hand, smiling.

"Mom, please! You've embarrassed me so much," he pleaded.

"Alright then." She finally released his hand, slowly looking at her son. "This is what happens when you take my underwear without my permission." "I'm sorry," David mumbled, turning and gently zipping up his pants, this time carefully afraid of getting them caught again. "I'll never do it again." "It's not that bad," Gloria said mischievously, a smile playing on her lips. "Next time you want to wear women's clothes, just tell Mom first, and I'll pick them out for you." "God, Mom!" David pleaded again. "Enough, I've learned my lesson." "Okay, remember what Mom said," Gloria winked.

David hurriedly walked past his mother, unsure which part of him was more hurt—his pride, or his penis? But somehow, he managed to escape back to his room and slammed the door shut.

Gloria watched her son run off, her face flushed crimson. She looked down at the pantyhose in her hand, still stained with the clear fluid that had seeped from the tip of his penis before his orgasm. If her thoughts had been in turmoil before, they were now swept away by a hurricane.

Her son liked wearing women's underwear, or perhaps he simply liked wearing his own? Was it genetic? Gloria knew she always had strange sexual urges. Why? Given the chance, she could almost picture herself playing the male role.

The wicked thoughts raging deep within her soul had reached a dangerous point; she needed to quell the surging desire coursing through her throbbing member before doing anything foolish. Closing the door, she hurried to the bed. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, she knelt and reached under the bed. The movement was so sudden that the buttons popped open, and her hand finally touched the smooth surface of the vibrator.

Standing up, she loosened her skirt, letting it slide to the floor, and simultaneously lay back on the bed, quickly pulling down her panties between her long legs and inserting the long, white toy.

Gloria gently turned on the toy and placed it between her spread legs. As the cold, hard plastic handle slid past her trembling clitoris and into her tender labia, she recoiled in pain. But almost simultaneously, the slight pain was instantly washed away by the surging pleasure emanating from her clitoris.

Gloria struggled against the raging lust within her, thrusting the buzzing toy deeper. Just as she was about to reach climax, the image of her son's thick, swollen penis filled her mind. It was so large, so hard, so masculine, so beautiful, so alluring, so forbidden and immoral!

Gloria closed her eyes, staring intently at the penis in her mind, from the swollen, purple glans to the blue, veined shaft, and finally to the drooping clitoris. Suddenly, a rapid spasm ran through her vagina, followed by a violent, explosive release, like a thousand clouds of pleasure floating within.

"Mmm...oh...oh...ah...ahhh..." Her back arched sharply, immersing her body in this ocean of immoral pleasure, emitting intoxicating moans.

Hearing his mother's bedroom door close behind him, David also closed his door and staggered to the bedside. Excitedly, he unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his pants, kicked them off, and then fell backward onto the bed. He grabbed his own penis and began to roughly rub it.

The surging testosterone within him had already banished the slight pain on his penis; this thrill was far more important than that insignificant little red spot. The

burning sensation of his mother's fingers still lingered in his mind and on his penis. David rubbed it up and down wildly, anticipating an orgasm. Various wild and rough images of his mother and that man flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he realized that the image of that man had transformed into himself; he was embracing his mother's body! He was sucking on her large breasts! His fingers were feeling the moist warmth of his mother's secret place!

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!!!" he hissed, his penis roaring as it spewed thick streams of fluid into the air, again and again, from top to bottom, until his legs were covered in a sticky layer. (

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