【Magic Thoughts】

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It was Saturday again. My husband, a captain on an ocean liner, had just set sail for South Africa, a trip that would likely last another ten days to two weeks. I had just bought half a frozen chicken at the supermarket, but when I got home, I found the downstairs living room deserted and quiet.

"Where did they all go?" I muttered to myself, taking the groceries to the kitchen.

I was supposed to attend a routine teachers' meeting, but the principal had something come up, so I came home early without informing my two children.

I thought for a moment, then strode upstairs to my bedroom. I placed my handbag on the bedside table and began unbuttoning my suit jacket.

Once all the buttons were off, I took off my thin wool coat and threw it on the bed. I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath; I was wearing a flesh-colored embroidered lace bra without a shirt underneath. My hand slid down to my waist, found the zipper of my skirt, and gently pulled it down. The short skirt slid down my thighs, bunching up at my ankles to reveal my flesh-colored lace-trimmed lace panties.

I slightly bent my knee and stepped out from under my skirt. Then I bent over deeply, raising one long leg clad in light flesh-colored stockings, my full, round buttocks sticking up high. I then took off my beige open-toe high heels and stepped onto the carpet beside the bed, still wearing the stockings.

I thought for a moment, then walked to the dressing mirror in front of the wardrobe, wearing only my underwear. I stared blankly at my half-naked reflection. My husband, Gao Jun, and I have been married for over ten years. We married right after I graduated from university, and our relationship has always been good. Because Gao Jun's father holds an important position in the government, I was able to get a place at the prestigious high school where I currently work. My husband, thanks to his father's connections, found a high-paying job at a shipping company and has recently been promoted to captain. Our family life can be described as happy and fulfilling.

However…

despite having given birth, thanks to her good family background and her own self-care, her voluptuous body, exuding the aura of a mature woman, remains slender. Her breasts and buttocks have enlarged, and her thighs are slightly fuller, but comparatively, she still has a curvaceous and sensual figure, looking only about thirty years old.

However, a woman's body is truly a double-edged sword. For a woman whose husband is often away, and in the prime of her life, my body and my desires have been neglected by my husband for far too long.

My hands involuntarily grasped and kneaded my breasts through my lace bra. In front of the large dressing mirror in the wardrobe, I saw my voluptuous waist twisting seductively, my tongue greedily licking my lips, and my elegantly styled hair now appearing so hungry.

I sighed helplessly. Are all women this greedy? On one hand, they demand a stable job and a smooth career for him, while on the other hand, they resent Gao Jun's six months of life at sea each year, plunging them into a long period of torment.

I'm forty-two years old this year, and my husband is five years older than me. Men over forty are basically settling down. My husband and I see each other less and less, and our relationship has just settled down, living a rather uneventful

life. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, glancing at the clock on the wall; it was almost 6 pm. I quickly changed into casual clothes and prepared to go downstairs to make dinner.

As I passed my son's closed bedroom door, I noticed it was ajar

. I couldn't resist peeking inside. My son was sleeping soundly with his back to me, hugging a large pillow, his blanket kicked to one side. "Lazybones, the sun's already set, why aren't you up?" I knocked on the door a few times.

After a short while, my son finally stirred in bed, turned over, and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

I instinctively looked into his eyes, but accidentally met their deep, unfathomable blackness. For a moment, I couldn't look away, and my body seemed to freeze.

I stood before my son, but images of my husband in his youth floated into my mind. Back then, he had a muscular, tanned physique, exuding masculine strength.

For some reason, I recalled those wonderful nights we shared, our passionate, animalistic lovemaking often continuing long after sunrise. Then I would become a blissful little woman, nestled against his chest, coyly rubbing my legs against his, maintaining that intimate warmth. My husband would often kiss my cheek, and I would inexplicably return the kiss.

Wait… what did my husband look like? I was a little dizzy. And then, without realizing it, someone appeared in my mind… It was him!? My precious son? —Lele?

Without realizing it, I had projected my son onto my husband, and now, the one kissing me was Lele, not my own husband, Gao Jun.

A chill ran through me; I trembled uncontrollably, frozen in place like ice, unable to move.

"No! No! Lele is my son, I'm his mother!" A wave of panic rose within me, spreading throughout my body.

Ethics and morality were deeply ingrained in my heart. However, I couldn't erase the trembling impulse that made me feel so powerful; a thrilling desire was also stubbornly resisting my moral compass. In

a hazy dream, I found myself wearing my usual black-rimmed glasses, a pure white shirt and skirt, flesh-colored stockings and high heels, sitting upright on the sofa in my living room. I

heard footsteps and glanced out of the corner of my eye. I saw my naked son walking towards me step by step.

"No, I can't do that! I can't do that to my own son! I'm Gao Jun's wife, he's my son, and he's Gao Jun's son!" Although I was conflicted, the desire was already strong. I couldn't control it, but my moral compass was telling me to restrain my desire, to leave, to stay away from my son.

But the shock didn't stop there. Overwhelmed by desire, my hands, completely out of my control, slowly reached inside my shirt and skirt, peeling them away bit by bit.

"Oh God! When did I become such a wicked woman? No, I'm not a slutty woman!

I can't do that!"

In that instant, I felt as if I had become two people: one desperately resisting, while the other lasciviously undressed in front of my son until I was only wearing a transparent, lace bra, stockings, and slippers.

The clothes slipped gently from my body, floating to the floor. I sat naked on the sofa, facing my son, legs spread, and like a resentful woman, longed for his arrival.

Closer, closer, Lele stopped inches from me. I could clearly see his magnificent male symbol, incredibly alluring, standing erect before my eyes.

My son stood so close, his teenage penis hard and erect, throbbing right before my eyes. His masculine scent filled my nostrils, further igniting the intense, primal desires I had been suppressing.

Looking at that penis before me, enough to drive me to the brink of ecstasy, my heart pounded wildly. My breathing grew louder and more labored; I was powerless to escape, unable to think rationally anymore.

The fire burned fiercer.

My heart pounded wildly.

What did ethics, what did morality matter? Whether it was my son or my husband, as long as someone was truly sincere towards me, willing to make love to me earnestly, I would willingly give myself to them.

Overwhelmed by an unbearable lust, all that remained was longing. I was ready to begin the second chapter of my life!

My body slowly leaned back on the sofa, but my gaze remained fixed on my son's penis. My legs parted, and my slender hands slowly reached towards my already open secret place. At the same time, my tongue licked my lips incessantly, like a greedy little child seeing candy, wanting to swallow it whole.

I was so impatient, so greedy, panting, moaning, and vigorously thrusting into my little honey pot and clitoris.

My son's gaze lingered on me for a long time, as if admiring a work of art, and then his slightly thin body began to press down on me. He placed my legs on his shoulders, putting me in an uncomfortable position.

However, this uncomfortable position only increased my submissive nature. My

son slowly inserted his penis little by little, and that slow, deep penetration was extremely satisfying. My legs involuntarily tightened around my son's neck.

Although my son had absolutely no skill in lovemaking, and his movements were somewhat rough and stiff, he possessed inexhaustible energy. He was like a galloping horse, constantly racing across the wilderness, without stopping, without end, accelerating and accelerating again.

I closely matched his thrusts, as if it were an innate pleasure. The tight union of our flesh and penis made us feel as if we had an inexhaustible energy, tirelessly repeating the same movements, the same moans, the same panting. But this monotony took me to the ocean. I felt myself drifting and sinking on the sea, sometimes sinking from the crest of a wave to the trough, sometimes being tossed from the trough to the crest. The endless impact made me moan and scream.

My face flushed involuntarily.

"Mom, what are you thinking about, so engrossed?"

My son's voice suddenly woke me up. He was still lying on the bed, still looking at me with sleepy eyes. Everything seemed the same; the previous passion had vanished, as if it were merely a self-indulgent illusion. I was somewhat dazed.

A long silence stretched between us…

“Get up and have dinner.” Realizing my lapse, I quickly turned and headed downstairs, tossing out those words.

My son was watching TV in the living room. As I cooked, I kept glancing at him. For some reason, Lele looked different today. Although his appearance was the same as usual, I felt he was much more handsome than usual, and his smile was particularly captivating.

The feeling was so intense. My son seemed to have suddenly won me over, making me want to be by his side every moment.

“Why have I never noticed before that he has such broad shoulders, such gentle lips, such mesmerizing eyes? He’s so handsome…” I repeated.

"If only I could be with my son..." The thought sent a flush of heat through my face, my nipples instantly hardening, and a burning sensation rising in my lower abdomen. I squeezed my thighs together, writhing restlessly. Was

I being too lewd, even trying to seduce my own son?

The dream from earlier lingered in my mind, its image so vivid. Sexual satisfaction—a physical comfort I had always longed for but never had. However, physical desires couldn't escape moral condemnation, and I could only desperately suppress the urge to make love with my son.

Even I didn't know how long I could remain rational.

I placed the four dishes I had prepared on the table, and Lele ran to fetch utensils and serve rice.

"Where's your sister tonight?" My son sat down beside me.

A distinctly masculine scent suddenly wafted into my nostrils, instantly making me dizzy.

When I regained my senses, my handsome, tall son was looking at me with an aggressive gaze. His indifferent eyes seemed to see right through me, possessing me from head to toe, yet that possession was so fulfilling and warm.

"Mo Mo's classmate invited her to a birthday party; she won't be back tonight." I dangled my right foot over my left, hooking my slipper around, licking my lips incessantly.

What was I expecting?

In just a few seconds, I had already shifted the position of my crossed legs several times and couldn't resist unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt.

"It's good to participate in some activities; otherwise, you'll become a homebody sooner or later." My son turned slightly towards me, pursing his lips.

"You're going to get yourself killed." I pinched my son's arm. "How can you talk to your sister like that?

And you, you need to be more careful about going out."

My son has always been closer to me, and because my husband is often away, despite my loneliness, I've never had any romantic feelings for any man. So, my close contact with my son is probably my only form of emotional support. "I absolutely won't go out," my son whispered in my ear, a strange look on his face. "Dad's gone on a long trip, leaving Mom all alone. So, while Dad's away, I'll be there whenever he calls. I'll do everything he usually does." "Mom's in a hurry, I don't need your help from so far away," I casually remarked, only realizing how blatant it was afterward.

My son's already entering puberty; should I tone it down? I wondered to myself.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. After a long silence, my son suddenly sighed deeply, "I recently got dumped by my girlfriend..." Although Lele's academic performance was only slightly above average, he excelled in all aspects of his development, and was more mature than his peers in many ways. Therefore, when educating him, as his mother, I always only provided correct guidance on his outlook on life, without interfering excessively and causing him psychological distress.

I coughed lightly, trying to change the subject, "Ahem, why..." "I dare not say!" I didn't want to be too deliberate, afraid that my son would sense something. "Don't worry, baby, I promise I won't be angry." "She said that I actually like mature women, especially mature women like Mom, who are full of femininity and are also female teachers. She said that I was just imagining her as you, so she broke up with me." My son squinted and said lightly, "You..." I couldn't believe my ears. The flush on my face spread down to my lower body, and I felt my heart pounding so fast, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

I reached out to tap his head, but then put my hand down. Because I remembered that in my dream, I was fantasizing that the person on top of me was Lele.

I could see the burning look in my son's eyes, it instantly transported me back to when I was eighteen or nineteen, just experiencing my first love, when my first boyfriend looked at me with the same passion.

Actually, even I found it strange; as a mother, shouldn't I reprimand my son?

But I am a teacher, and my family subscribes to many magazines about family. I know that many teenagers fantasize about their mothers as sexual partners.

I took off my casual dress and underwear and stood naked under the showerhead, the warm water feeling incredibly comfortable on my skin.

I slowly lathered my body with shower gel, the foam quickly enveloping me like a pair of... male hands, my natural scent mingling with the rose scent of the shower gel, creating an even richer aroma.

As I admired my remarkably smooth and perfect skin, I began to slowly massage my sensitive areas. My outstretched fingers seemed unable to encompass my proud breasts. Below, my abdomen was flat and firm, without an ounce of fat around my waist. My pelvis is rather wide, and my buttocks have become even larger since childbirth. I reached down from behind and gently patted my buttocks a few times, causing my two plump mounds to sway. I then bent down and applied shower gel to the inside of my thighs, down to my shapely calves, finally standing on tiptoe to wash the soles of my feet clean.

I don't know if it's because so much has happened tonight, but tonight, while showering, I kept consciously or unconsciously caressing my body like this. The feeling of pleasure was like a suppressed volcano, ready to erupt without end; my body almost went limp.

Suddenly, my son's slightly shy face appeared in my mind. I fantasized about him, naked, hugging me from behind, one hand gently caressing my breasts, the other sliding down to my crotch, softly stroking me. My tongue lightly licked my upper lip, and I let out a few soft moans through my teeth. Then he turned to the front, straightened his penis, and slowly, gently, inserted himself. It was warm, so gentle, I was intoxicated… Suddenly, I felt the water getting a little hot, and I came to my senses. Recalling that fantasy, I realized that I had been crying without even realizing it.

I didn't know why I was crying. Maybe, in the wave after wave of pleasure, I was crying for the joy. Maybe, in the end, I was conquered by the pleasure of incest, and I was crying for being conquered… Yes, although my heart was in immense pain, I couldn't escape it. I couldn't help but think about my son, about everything he had given me, about the orgasms only he could give me. God

, what should I do…

Oh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I quickly dried myself off, used a hairdryer to dry my hair, changed into my pajamas, and went back to my room to sleep.

Just as I entered the room and was about to turn on the light, suddenly... my head felt a little dizzy, and my thoughts became sluggish. Everything around me became eerily quiet.

Suddenly, in the darkness, someone grabbed me from behind and hugged me tightly, stealing a few kisses on my neck. I screamed in fright, and my husband's voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Wife, don't be afraid, it's me, your darling husband." He then gently kissed my neck and cheek, licking my earlobe a few times and blowing softly. His warm breath made me tremble slightly. It had been almost a month since we last made love, and a fire surged in my lower abdomen, spreading throughout my body, and my body went limp.

"You scared me to death!" I leaned against my husband's chest, panting and still shaken, complaining, "We just left, why are you back already? Honey—" One of my husband's hands had already breached my upper body defenses, slipping inside my loose nightgown and wandering around. Then, with a playful grin, he breathed into my ear, "Just a surprise check to see if my stunningly beautiful, elegant, and charming wife brought her lover back..." His breath followed by a gentle kiss on my cheek sent my heart pounding.

He slowly pulled on the waistband of my nightgown, causing it to slip gently to the floor, revealing my full breasts.

Then, impulsively, he pulled me onto the bed, my body slamming heavily onto the soft mattress.

I never usually thought Simmons mattresses were particularly nice, but today the big bed felt incredibly soft.

Suddenly the room light came on. I instinctively pulled a corner of the blanket over my upper body, when I heard my husband say,

"Honey, no! I want to see if your body is still as smooth as before. I turned on the light just to admire it." I stared at him, and for some reason, I felt my husband was acting very strangely tonight. It was a feeling hard to describe. We'd been married for so many years, and there were no taboos anymore. But now, for some reason, I felt a little shy, as if I were having an affair, and my husband didn't seem like the same husband I knew.

My hand, which was clutching the blanket, was moved away by my husband. He looked at my body with a greedy gaze. Then he knelt down in front of me, grabbed my left foot, and slowly moved his hands up my toes, instep, and ankle, gently kneading my calf. Then he moved to my thigh, rubbing back and forth on the inside of my thigh.

"Wife, you're so sexy and mature. Look at your feet, they're so sexy." My husband pressed his lips to my thigh, licking from my thigh all the way down to the base of my legs. I'm most afraid of this kind of treatment. His gentle kiss made my heart flutter and I started to moan softly.

My husband used his skillful tongue to lick back and forth on my vulva, which was covered by my lace panties. His tongue circled, sucked, and licked, as if sucking my soul

. My whole body went limp, and soon he had licked a large area of my crotch wet. "Jun, um... um..." The desire that had been suppressed all night could finally be released. I moved passionately like a snake, twisting my waist and raising my buttocks higher. I inserted my ten fingers into my husband's messy hair, grabbing and pulling aimlessly, as if pressing his face closer to my vulva.

I kicked off my right slipper and stretched out my toes to rub against the area between my husband's legs.

He was wearing loose-fitting loungewear shorts, and my small feet slipped through the wide legs, directly touching his already erect penis. He wasn't wearing underwear; the large glans peeked out restlessly from the leg opening.

My husband was clearly aroused by my teasing, burying his head between my legs, using his fingers to part my labia and tease my erect clitoris, while his tongue probed deep into my vagina, darting left and right like a snake.

His tongue licked my vagina until it was unbearably itchy, and more and more love juice seeped out.

As I enjoyed the pleasure my husband was giving me, somehow, the image of my son appeared in my mind again, and Lele's image inexplicably replaced my husband's. Every moan I made felt like I was moaning to encourage my son, every writhing felt like I was writhing to please my son.

I know this thought is absurd, but I can't stop thinking about it. Whenever I think of his hand touching my breasts, I become obsessed with him, and I'm incredibly excited for him. The mere thought of my son's penis penetrating my vagina filled me with inexplicable joy, a feeling of impending orgasm.

My physical desires made it impossible to escape the burning excitement. The aroused lust was impossible to suppress, like a genie in a bottle, needing to fulfill its master's three wishes to be free.

"Mmm… I can't take it anymore…" I murmured incoherently, impatiently sitting up and reaching into my husband's shorts, his face blurred, to grasp his thick penis, stroking it back and forth. His fully erect member was almost too much for me to hold. I occasionally flicked the glans with my fingers, then gently squeezed his two dangling testicles with my whole hand.

My husband, unable to restrain himself any longer, stood up, pulled down his shorts, and his hard penis stood erect between his legs.

My husband spread my long, slender legs wide apart and thrust his thick penis forward, aiming it squarely at my crotch. But strangely, he couldn't penetrate. His penis suddenly slid out, barely grazing the edge!

He tried several times, but still couldn't get it right. Frustrated and clumsy, his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Wife, let me in…please, help me!" he pleaded, his face contorted with despair.

At that moment, I felt incredibly surprised. We'd been married for so many years, and even without my cooperation, there was no reason I couldn't at least force myself on him… I gave my husband a resentful look and sighed helplessly. Perhaps we'd been separated for too long.

However, you can't have your cake and eat it too; life is full of contradictions.

I shifted my hips to adjust my position. The pent-up penis immediately found its way, smoothly squeezing into the crevice between my petals, beginning to penetrate my body inch by inch!

My head tilted back, and the elegant bun that had been coiled at the back of my head loosened, my narrow vagina suddenly contracting.

I felt my lower body being filled by a warm, powerful tube. This tube wasn't like an iron pipe, because being too hard would only cause me some pain at first, but it wasn't a soft tube either, because it was flexible yet strong.

This feeling was very strange, yet I instinctively felt something was wrong, because I knew that my husband's treasure, which I had been with for over ten years, could never have such a magical effect.

I tried hard to open my eyes to see what was happening, but my eyelids suddenly felt incredibly heavy, my body was limp and unresponsive, and my consciousness began to blur.

I could only vaguely sense a man on top of me, his hands gripping each of my large breasts, squeezing my sensitive nipples while thrusting his thick penis deeper into my vagina. A tingling sensation spread from my lower abdomen throughout my body.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my consciousness gradually returning. However, I had lost the ability to resist, and could only be manipulated like a doll.

I felt my labia being completely stretched open by his thick penis, waves of vaginal fluid gushing out and slowly trickling down my inner thighs.

The room was quiet, except for the lewd sounds of their genitals pressing together.

Suddenly, my breasts were gripped tightly. I sensed this was the prelude to the man's ejaculation, and my vagina instinctively clenched. The layers of folds enveloped his enormous glans, increasing the friction. A tingling sensation spread through my vagina, and I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable cry. Almost simultaneously, I found myself able to move; my limbs moved as if they had just been switched on.

I slightly raised my head and saw where our lower bodies were pressed together. The full, fleshy lips were completely open during the vigorous piston-like movements, and the thick, triangular hair was covered in clumps of vaginal fluid, messy and scattered.

"Ugh..." I was completely awake. The man whose face I hadn't been able to see before looked up, and a familiar face jumped into my view.

Ah, it was Lele.

The sudden impact caused my thighs to instinctively clamp together tightly.

My son suddenly lay on top of me, his lower body pressed tightly between my legs, and a stream of hot semen shot deep into my vagina.

"Ah... um... um..." My body spasmed, instantly thrown to the crest of desire.

Chapter Four: The room fell silent. We breathed heavily on the bed, immersed in the afterglow of our orgasm.

My thoughts were racing. I tried to imagine how an ordinary mother would react to such a bizarre event. She would be panicked, at a loss, or perhaps paranoid, thinking she was being overly sensitive and that what she was seeing wasn't real… In short, she would at least stand there muttering, "This isn't real, this isn't real." However, I wasn't. I wasn't surprised at all. I was incredibly calm, as if I had already foreseen this outcome, as if Lele and I had a tacit understanding. I simply concluded that everything tonight was his doing, even though I didn't know how he did it.

After cuddling in bed for a few minutes, I let out a long sigh, patted Lele's bottom, and let him lie down on his back next to me. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt limp and unresponsive.

I looked down at my exposed, pale body, a chill running through me as I lay naked. The bed, still wet from the storm, was a mess. My legs were spread wide apart, my lower abdomen a tangled mess of semen, which trickled down onto the crumpled sheets.

Yet, I remained calm and indifferent, completely unaware of anything amiss.

"Ah…" With a gasp, Lele, lying beside me, suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me close.

We both tumbled back onto the bed. I twisted my waist slightly, trying to pull away from his arms, but he held me even tighter. I could only lean back against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist, nestled in his embrace.

In over a decade of marriage, I had never been held like this by a man other than my husband, let alone by my own son. However, when it actually happened, I didn't feel awkward at all. Instead, I felt a faint joy, like a virtuous wife enjoying the joy of newlywed life in her husband's arms.

I don't know why I felt this way. I should have been filled with the guilt of incest, but now I felt very peaceful and enjoyed this moment in his arms.

Having this relationship with my son, I didn't feel guilty towards my husband. Instead, I felt a sense of relief. Now I felt more like he was my lover, this special lover I had deeply loved since he was an infant. This feeling was indescribably wonderful. We both fell silent for a long time, and then suddenly we both laughed.

I stroked his handsome, angular face with one hand, giving him a charming smile: "Thank you, Lele. You've brought back a joy I haven't felt in so long. Really, really wonderful." Then, I asked in surprise, "How did you do that?" "Perhaps you've already sensed something unusual about tonight?" My son wore a victorious smile, his handsome face close to mine, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Mom, do you know?

Your body, your mind, your emotions are all under my control now." My son's lips kissed aimlessly behind my ear, then slid down to my delicate neck, licking the beautifully shaped hollow of my collarbone.

Although I knew the person in front of me was my own son, an instinctive excitement still rushed in, and the fire in my lower abdomen flared up again.

"No wonder... I should have reacted more strongly to this, right? But now it feels so natural, I can't even muster the thought of resisting. Is that why? Mmm..." I felt weak from the kiss, a little confused and infatuated. I couldn't help but reach back and wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, offering my cherry lips to him. My

son's handsome face was so captivating at that moment. I held his lips tightly, my tongue immediately prying open his hot lips, finding his wet tongue and entwining with it. We greedily sucked each other's love juice.

My son breathed heavily in my slightly domineering playful entanglement, and my hands around his neck went up and ran through his hair, messing it up.

We were almost suffocating during our long, wet kiss before reluctantly separating. As soon as our lips parted, we were panting heavily. Just as we caught our breath, Lele quickly enveloped my lips again and kissed me forcefully a few more times.

"Mom, your lips are so soft and fragrant." My son hugged me tightly, turned me around so we were face to face, and rubbed his lips against my face a few times, panting as he excitedly said. "Actually, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I've managed to get your body and soul under my control all at once." I reached out and gently stroked my son's cheek, gazing at his charming face, and smiled. "It seems I can't escape. So, what will happen to me?" "At all times, you will be subject to my will, and your body will be under my control. You can think, you can analyze, but you can't make any decisions, because from now on, that will be my right. And I will become your lover and husband, the person you love most; my happiness will be your most important goal, and satisfying me will be the meaning of your existence. You will give me your body and soul, and that will be the greatest happiness in your life." My son gently kneaded my breasts with interest, looking at me with a mischievous smile. "That's right, right now you're just a puppet who obeys my every word." "You... little devil!" My face flushed slightly, and I quickly turned my face away, spitting out a curse in embarrassment and annoyance.

That annoyance was, of course, a feigned act. After all, if what Lele said was true, I had no right to be angry with Lele. And even if Lele didn't control me, I knew I couldn't escape no matter what. Because my sex life was so infrequent, and ever since I learned that I might be able to open the door to my son's desires, lust had overwhelmed my soul.

"Of course, no matter how I reform and enslave you, the ultimate core is still to serve me. Do you have anything to add?" My son smiled at me, his hand supporting the lower edge of the sphere, squeezing it like he was playing with a beloved toy, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of being in control.

My nipples hardened under my son's caresses. As our desire intensified, my breasts felt full, like they did right after childbirth. The unparalleled pleasure I remembered returned vividly, and my body felt hot and weak.

I was somewhat lost in the arousal my son had given me, and it took me a while to realize what was happening. I laughed and asked, "Should I say something?" I did need my son's consent; without his permission, I couldn't make any decisions.

"You just need to tell me what you think, and I'll help you choose," my son said, looking at me with a sly smile.

"I want to confirm first whether being controlled by your will includes everyday life," I asked, breathing heavily, one hand affectionately stroking his cheek.

Although I knew I was sending myself into an abyss of despair, I was willing to cooperate, no matter how absurd, as long as my son needed it.

"Of course," my son said, kissing my cheek. "You're a perfectly obedient sex toy." He then buried his little head between my full breasts, making the round orbs sway a few times, before opening his mouth and sucking on my left nipple.

I held onto my son's neck tightly, the waves of pleasure from my breasts making me a little carried away. The more my son's mouth begged, the more I offered my tempting nipple.

"Lele, um... um... it would be best if you could set a switch in my mind, so that I would normally maintain a seemingly normal state, allowing me to do what I normally do. If... um... you need, trigger the switch, and I can immediately become your obedient and perfect sex toy... um... you can enjoy my body to your heart's content, anytime, anywhere, I will gladly cooperate... ah..." I continued to offer practical suggestions while writhing uncomfortably. "Phew... Mom is indeed a mature woman, so thoughtful." My son looked up and smiled.

My son's movements quickened. Excited, he pressed his entire body against mine. I could clearly feel his erection, a hard, throbbing thing rubbing against my inner thigh.

His lips left my nipple and moved upwards to find mine, pressing them roughly against mine.

His kiss was clumsy, merely rubbing against my lips, but it was so hot and passionate, a feeling of indescribable comfort against my skin. I was captivated by his kisses and couldn't help but part my lips, letting my tongue explore his. Our tongues intertwined passionately, greedily sucking each other's saliva.

His relentless assault made my heart race, my desire surging. I swayed my hips, bent my left leg, and placed it between his spread legs, seductively rubbing my calf up and down against his inner thigh.

My right hand involuntarily slid down, groping for the male symbol between his legs. "Ah..." I exclaimed, and at that moment, I clearly felt the touch from my dream again, hard and hot.

"You like it, don't you? Mom, you can't wait either?" My son grabbed my right hand and placed my palm on his penis. I turned my face away from his gaze and grabbed his penis, unable to resist comparing it to my husband's. Although the size was similar, the hardness was worlds apart. After all, he was a young man full of vigor.

With my gentle grip, my son's body trembled, and he let out a low moan. I held his penis and stroked it back and forth a few times. This treasure immediately became even harder than before, swaying upwards with each stroke, eager to try it out.

"I'm completely powerless now, I can only helplessly accept my fate. But please, at least don't let other men ruin me." Although I said this, a blissful, intoxicated smile appeared on my face, enjoying the fulfilling feeling of entrusting everything to my son.

"...Don't worry, no matter what, you're still my mother. You'll only belong to me from now on, not even Dad." "Ugh, your father and I are a legitimate couple, how can you be so jealous of him?" I breathed heavily, but a charming smile remained on my face.

"I don't care, I just can't stand seeing you being intimate with other men." The boy's throat emitted a low growl, almost like a wild beast, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

I chuckled, my son's domineering possessiveness gave me an indescribable satisfaction. My two full, slender legs wrapped around his strong waist, and then I used my nimble toes to rub up and down his buttocks.

"How can I not do anything with you?" I laughed, ruffling his short hair with my left hand while my right hand gripped the tip of my son's penis, stroking it back and forth a few times. The tender red glans of his penis immediately popped out, like a snake searching for its prey. My slender fingers then grabbed his scrotum, and the two rather heavy testicles bounced playfully.

My son threw his head back and breathed heavily. I knew he couldn't take it anymore. I was also on the verge of being burned by lust. My nipples were already incredibly hard, and my vulva was overflowing with desire, just waiting for his salvation.

He suddenly knelt on the bed, forcefully spreading my legs apart, grabbing my two snow-white, plump thighs and lifting them onto his shoulders. Then he pressed his thick glans between my slightly parted labia, rubbing it against my erect clitoris a few times before forcefully thrusting it into my vagina, his thick, long penis penetrating to the hilt.

"Ah... um..." I let out a long groan as my son's penis, like a red-hot branding iron, instantly filled my vagina.

In that instant, in that moment of surrender, the desire that had been racing through my body found its outlet once more...

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