My son is a man (my son has grown into a man)

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(My Son Has Grown into a Man)

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A sudden clap of thunder jolted me awake from my dream. The sky outside was pitch black, and torrential rain pounded against the awning with
a loud thud.

"Xiaomin, Xiaomin..." I called out almost in a trembling voice.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

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

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

My son's still somewhat childish voice struck my heart. A man? My son is already a man? He's only
a high school student , not yet seventeen.

"You're still just a kid, but you're already acting like a man," I said with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah! What did you see? You even close the door when you sleep." I looked at my son with a strange glint in his eyes,
at a loss for words. "Tell Mom what you saw!"

"Don't blame me when I tell you!"

"No, I didn't do anything bad. Why would I blame you?

" My son's face was beaming. He whispered in my ear, "Mom, do you remember those times
when Dad came back from his business trips and ignored me completely, just going straight to your room? I wanted to see what
goodies , so naturally I went to your room to look. Hey, but you closed the door! Mom, you thought
I wouldn't know anything just because you closed the door, but actually, the door wasn't closed properly, and I heard everything!"

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

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

"Don't say it, okay? Mom's embarrassed."

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

" My son had discovered my secret, and I was really angry. I shook off his hands that were still around me
and said, "What do you know, you little brat?"

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

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

My son's soft words in my ear, his breath on my ear, made me feel as if
something had entered my heart. A warm current surged from my feet to the top of my head—a feeling I'd only ever had in
my youth . My heart was pounding, afraid I'd lose my mind and mistake my son for my husband. I quickly moved
to sit on the other side of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't do them now because I'm still studying. When I grow up, I'll earn a lot of money and take good care of my wife and mom."
"Mom, if you raise your wife/mother to be plump and beautiful, people won't say you're my mother when we go out. "
"

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

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

Wife/Mother.

" "Do you really think that? You really think I'm beautiful and young? Are you trying to take
advantage ?" It's so funny to joke with my son.

Hearing me say that, my son didn't say anything for a long time. I wondered if I had gone a bit too far with the joke.

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

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

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

"You'll always be my mother. My regret is why you're my mother and not my wife. To be
honest , every time I see Dad holding you tightly, I feel excited, jealous, and tearful. So
what I look forward to most is Dad being away on business, so it's just Mom and me at home, and I feel incredibly
comfortable." My

son's words made me nervous. I have a bad habit of becoming speechless when I'm nervous
. I just stared blankly into his bright eyes, those eyes sparkling with
passion , and I was afraid.

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

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

I remembered now; when I help him with math problems, I always tend to lean on his back, my
breasts rubbing against his back. No wonder he reacts! This little guy is going through puberty, his
sexual desires are stirring; I need to be more careful at this time.

"Wife, Mom." My son shifted closer to me, his little hand wrapping around me again.

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

My son has grown up; he held me firmly, and I felt utterly powerless, my head resting on his shoulder, just
like nestled in my husband's arms.

My son's face was close to mine as he softly said, "Mommy, it's a promise that you'll be my wife today.
Can I kiss my wife?"

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

The thought of actually letting my son kiss me fills me with mixed feelings. Looking at his face, now showing signs of
manhood , no longer the baby he once was, with a stubble on his lip
and a distinctly masculine breath, I wonder, son, is this a son's kiss or a man's kiss? You
're embarrassing me!

'Wife, Mom, I've kissed you since I was little, and now that I call you something else, you say I'm having inappropriate thoughts? I
'm your son, kissing my mom is perfectly normal. Please, Mom, let me kiss my wife, Mom.'

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

Before I could finish speaking, my son's lips were on my face. 'Little brat, why are you in such a hurry?
Mom promised, and I won't go back on my word. Today, you can kiss me as much as you want.'" "

Wife, Mommy, you said it, I really want to kiss you all I want." Calling me "Wife, Mommy,"
at this moment I didn't seem to dislike the term at all; it felt more intimate than calling
me "Mom," and I even seemed to like it a little.

My son kissed my face all over, his lips moving to my ear. Good heavens! My son was kissing my ear,
his teeth gently biting the base of my ear. The base of my ear is my most sensitive spot; every time my husband kisses it, it
arouses my desire. Now my son was kissing and biting the base of my ear, a surge of heat
coursing through my body, making me feel weak.

I wanted to push my son away, but I had no strength. I could only close my eyes, trying to calm that
heat prevent it from escalating, otherwise, I didn't know what I might do: "Xiaomin, don't bite my ear,
Mommy feels so bad."

"Wife, Mommy, where does it hurt? Can I help you?" "

Little brat, do you think you can help me with this kind of sadness?!"

I thought to myself: Asking you for help would be incestuous! Where would I put my face then

? "Oh, I know what kind of sadness my wife/mother is experiencing. Only Dad can help with this kind of thing. Actually, you're my wife/mother
now , so I can help with anything Dad can!" "

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

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

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

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

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

Finding strength somewhere, I pushed him away forcefully. I was so heartbroken; my son was abusing
me. I covered my face and cried. In the quiet of the night, I dared not cry out loud, only
sobbing .

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

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

"If you want me to hit you, when have I ever hit you since you were little? You're my precious son! But even though
I so much, you shouldn't bully me. Where do I put my face then?" I tried to hold back my tears, but
they just wouldn't stop flowing.

"Okay, okay, my dear wife, I'm not bullying you," my son said, his tone like he was coaxing
a little girl.

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

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

I nodded silently.

"Mom and Dad, I've never felt this way about being close to you before. In my heart, you are so great, so sacred, and I thought I would dedicate my life to being filial to you. But ever since I saw you and Dad doing 'that, ' a strange thought has arisen
in my mind . To be honest, I've stolen glimpses of your body several times; you are so beautiful, so lovely. It's impossible not to be tempted. You are my mother, and I am your son. Only Dad has the right to do 'that' with you. But seeing that Dad is only home for less than a month out of the year, you are so lonely and isolated. Although I am home with you, you are still a woman. I've noticed that every night, a hint of sadness flashes across your face; I know you are missing Dad. I've been thinking that being a filial son isn't just about giving money and material things, but about everything . I don't have money or material things to give you now, but I have the ability to comfort you emotionally, to make you no longer lonely. Mom and Dad, do you think my idea is right? " My son's words deeply moved me; I never imagined he would have such thoughts. In my eyes, he's an excellent and pure little boy, loves learning and reading, and has consistently ranked at the top of his class from elementary to high school. He never squanders his allowance, doesn't play games or go to internet cafes, and always buys extracurricular books to read quietly at home. How could such an outstanding and well-behaved child have such inappropriate thoughts? Perhaps I've only seen his outward good side and haven't observed what's truly on his mind. Also, my son is going through puberty, and I've never discussed sex with him. But I'm his mother; how can I talk to him about that? That's his father's business ! To dispel these bizarre thoughts, I have to talk to him directly and honestly. “Xiaomin, you love your mother and are filial to her, and I love you very much too. You're going through puberty , and I understand your Oedipus complex and these thoughts. But you need to think carefully. I am your mother, we are blood-related mother and son. If we do this, it's incest, do you know that? I don't believe in retribution, but incest is something the world despises, and it will cause us mental breakdown. And once you get caught up in this kind of emotion, your life might be ruined.” “No, Mom and my wife, look how strong I am. With your love, I will be even stronger. Because I love you, Mom, I want to make you happy. I will work hard, I will strive, and in the future, I will be a great person. I won't be like Dad, leaving his family and his wife for years to make a living, letting her suffer loneliness and isolation. I will stay by my wife and mother's side for the rest of my life. I won't let my wife and mother suffer loneliness and isolation again.” My son said this, and hugged me tightly. I saw his eyes shining. "Honey, Mom, I've actually read a lot of books about mother-son relationships. They're so well-written! God created man, Adam and Eve, and if their sons and daughters didn't commit incest, how could humanity ? So, God created man so that incest would continue. Don't you agree, honey? " My thoughts were completely jumbled. I'm a college graduate, how come I didn't know incest could be considered reasonable and legal ? How does this little brat know so much? No wonder he's closed the door and wouldn't let me in several times after buying books; he's been reading these kinds of books. "Honey, Mom, not saying anything means you agree with me!" Before my mind could process this, my son had already attacked my body. He wrapped one arm around my body, and one hand covered my breast. Through the thin nightgown , my son's trembling hand sent a powerful electric shock through my soul; I felt my blood boiling, as if a million tiny insects were crawling inside my body. My face was burning, my body was flushed, a warm current seeped into my groin, and tiny insects seemed to be relentlessly tickling me inside my vagina. My vulva was weeping, and I couldn't help but close my eyes. My son's hands roamed over my breasts: "Mommy's breasts are so firm; so soft, they feel so good to touch! Mommy, do you feel good?" My son's question filled me with shyness, and I couldn't answer his teasing question. "Mommy, every time I see Daddy making love to you, I get so aroused. I dream of making love to you, and I can't help but feel sexually aroused. Every time..."

Masturbation is the only way to quell the burning desire within me. Touching my mother's breasts now feels like stepping back into my childhood, though not
as impulsive as when I secretly watched you and Dad make love. "Wife, Mom, can I breastfeed like I did when I was little?"

He's my son after all; he wouldn't dare to act recklessly without my permission. What can I do? My son
clings to , I can't move at all. His hands on my breasts are so gentle; even through my pajamas,
the thin fabric can't stop the passion emanating from his hands. I want to move, but my body is limp and
powerless . Leaning against my son's hot chest, my heart is pounding.

"Xiaomin, stop like this. How can I face your father if I continue like this? After all, I am your father's wife
!" "

I was pleading with my son, but deep down I had another desire—I wished his hand would stay on my breast forever
. My husband is often away from home, and I'm a woman nearing forty. The emptiness inside me hasn't subsided, and I'm
lonely but dare not seek comfort from others. On many occasions when I'm too upset, I can only console myself. Now,
although my son's actions are somewhat forceful, my body truly needs it.

'Wife, Mom, don't think about how to face Dad. Just think of me as your son, your
son who's still breastfeeding, and you won't have any other thoughts.'" "

Yes, my son nursed me when he was little, and now that he's grown up, he's still my son. Why can't I let him go back to
his childhood and nurse with me again?" I didn't speak. With my eyes closed, I couldn't see my son's expression. I
didn't struggle. I'm his mother; I can't actively ask him to suckle. I can only
acquiesce

... My son understands my personality. Seeing that I didn't speak, he knew I acquiesced and jumped up happily.

He knelt on the bed, turned my body to face him, and cupped my face in his hands, kissing me passionately.
Silently enduring, I couldn't resist and unconsciously slipped my tongue into my son's mouth .

Our tongues intertwined, my body pressed tightly against his broad chest,
my heart pounding as if it would burst out of my chest. I held my son as if afraid he would leave me.

I knew that the friction of my breasts against my son's chest as I swayed would arouse his lust even more,
but I couldn't help it; his kisses had already ignited my desire. At that moment, I had cast
aside the concept of mother and son; I was no longer facing a son, but a man.

My son released my face, one arm around my neck, the other hand
slipping Without the restraint of a bra, his hand naturally found its way to the smooth skin
of my breasts. He kissed me, his hand gently kneading my breasts, sometimes pressing them, sometimes lightly pinching my nipples; my
body trembled under his touch.

My son unbuttoned my nightgown, and my naked body was exposed to the bright light.

"My God, wife, your breasts are so beautiful, even more beautiful than Venus's." "My son
exclaimed in surprise, burying his face in my breast. He suckled hard on my nipple, just like when he was a child and hungry, drinking
his mother's milk.

Looking at his thick, black hair, my heart fluttered. Each suckle felt like a tug at my heart. I felt
my nipples fully erect, my breasts swollen. I held my son's head and pressed it firmly against my breast, my lower body
trembling with sobs.

Suddenly, my son pulled away from my breast. He laid me flat on the bed, lay down beside me, rested my head on his
arm, and took my breast

back into his mouth, fully enjoying the nourishment from his mother's breast. He suckled on one nipple, his hand gently kneading the other,
murmuring , 'Wife, Mommy, I love you, I will love my wife, Mommy, forever.'" "As he spoke, his
hand, which had been kneading my breasts, slid down to my abdomen and suddenly covered my vulva.

I suddenly snapped out of my daze and immediately grabbed my son's hand, pulling him out of my pajama bottoms:
'Xiaomin, we can't go any further. I'm your mother; we've gone too far.'

Hearing this, my son sat up facing me. I saw his crotch bulging high, his face
flushed . His sexual desire had been aroused too intensely. Would what I was doing hurt him? But
I really couldn't continue like this with my son. First, I'm his dear mother; second, I have a husband, and I'm
betraying him. What about my son

? 'Good wife, Mom, please, I'm so upset! Look, my little brother is incredibly hard
. '" "As he spoke, my son was about to unbuckle his belt and show me his erect penis.

I grabbed his hand: 'Xiaomin, let Mom think about this. Mom isn't ready yet.
We absolutely can't continue tonight. Go back to your room and sleep. Mom will think about it for a couple of days. You take care of it
yourself ! Tomorrow is the weekend, so go stay at Grandma's for a couple of days. Mom wants to think about this quietly by herself. I
'll give you my answer when you come back, okay?'

Although my son was burning with desire, seeing my firm attitude, he knew his mother was a woman of her word,
so he had no choice but to accept my suggestion.

'Then, Mom, don't disappoint me!'" "After saying that, my son looked longingly at my still-exposed
breasts, kissed my face, kissed my breasts, and left dejectedly.

Although my son went home, my heart couldn't find peace for a long time. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I stayed awake

until dawn.

After sending my son out, I dragged my tired body to the bathroom, lay down in the bathtub with my eyes closed, unable
to sleep . Scenes from last night kept replaying in my mind. The memories stirred up waves of emotion in my chest,
and I couldn't help but rub my body with my hands. I

finally managed to climb out of the bathtub, dried myself off, and returned to the bedroom. Standing opposite the large mirror in the wardrobe
, looking at my naked reflection, I began to understand my son's strong Oedipus complex.

Although I was nearly forty, because of my petite figure and youthful face, I
was confident that standing next to a thirty-year-old woman, no one would say I looked old.

" Holding my breasts, I carefully examined the nipples nestled within them. The small nipples, dark reddish-black, stood proudly erect, and my
large breasts showed no signs of sagging.

I'm a forty-year-old woman; my figure could still fascinate many men—beautiful, petite, and with a great figure.
She was in good shape; her legs were fair and beautiful, her ankles slender, yet her feet appeared full. Her rounded buttocks hadn't
sagged like other women's after childbirth; her waist and hips were still slightly deformed, but that's how it
is for women who have given birth.

"Ah!" My fingers gently kneaded the cherry-red nipple on my breast, while my other hand
rubbed my genitals. I couldn't help but moan.

When I was upset, I couldn't help but comfort myself. Every time I finished, I felt incredibly ashamed, like a wanton
woman . But now I didn't feel that way, because my mind was filled with my son.

The feeling of my son touching my breasts was so stimulating, especially when he suddenly covered my genitals—it felt like
an electric shock. Even now, thinking about it still arouses me.

Good heavens, what am I thinking? I'm actually imagining my son touching me.

I'm condemning my own conscience; how could I have fallen so low, fantasizing about having sex with my son?

I quickly got dressed and sat on the sofa in the living room, trying to calm myself down.

What should I do? I promised my son I'd give him an answer, and he's still waiting!

For a long time, my thoughts were a jumbled mess, and my head was throbbing. I decided to stop thinking about it. My son wouldn't be back until tomorrow anyway;
I'd think of a reason to refuse him without hurting him when I was clear-headed. I told myself this, and focusing on
cleaning would temporarily distract me from these disgusting thoughts.

I went into my son's bedroom to start cleaning, as I usually do. As I
entered, I seemed to smell his scent again, and last night's events flashed through my mind.

No, I had to sort this out first, or I wouldn't have peace for the next couple of days.

I sat on the edge of my son's bed and casually lifted the pillow; several books were neatly arranged underneath.
I
realizedrandomly he must have deliberately placed these books here, knowing I clean his bedroom every day.
These books were never usually there, but now they were blatantly displayed on the bed. "You little brat, trying to have
these thoughts in front of your mother! Wait till we get home, I'll teach you a lesson!

" Despite my thoughts, curiosity compelled me to go to the living room, sit on the sofa, and open the book to see
how the mother-son relationship was described.

What I read made my blood boil and my heart flutter. There was one story I particularly loved; it
practically described my son's advances towards me the night before. Reading it, my thoughts were completely focused
on my son.

Yes, it was the union of Adam and Eve and their descendants in the Garden of Eden that created
humankind as we know it today. Heaven's intention was for human kinship to be entirely based on blood ties, hence the existence of
families, and the closest blood relationship within a family is that of mother and child.

Recalling last night's events, my son's pleading expression completely dispelled the barrier in my heart.
Since our ancestors did this, why can't I emulate them and elevate the blood relationship between mother and child to its highest level?

Before I knew it, I had finished reading a thick book. I felt my underwear was completely wet. I glanced at the
clock on the wall—wow, it was five in the afternoon! I had been so engrossed that I forgot everything else, hadn't eaten a single bite all day, and
my stomach was growling. I quickly got up; I needed to fill my stomach. Luckily, I had bought plenty of food yesterday and kept
it in the refrigerator, so I didn't need to go to the market. However, these wet underwear sticking to my genitals was really uncomfortable; all this
fluid was my son's fault.

I hadn't even finished changing my underwear when the phone rang. I figured it was my son calling, so
I rushed to the living room, still naked from the waist down.

It was my grandmother calling. She told me my son was restless and anxious at her place. I asked
her to give the phone to him so I could talk to him.

"Mommy, I miss you so much!" my son shouted as he took the phone. "Keep your voice down, or Grandma will hear you!" My heart pounded at the thought of my

mother yelling "Mommy, Mommy ! " "Don't worry, Grandma's outside, she can't hear me. Mommy, I miss you so much, I want to be ." "What's the rush? Mommy hasn't decided yet!" Actually, I desperately wanted my son to be there. "Okay, Mommy, I don't care anymore, I'm coming home right now!" my son pleaded. My son, like me, is a man of his word. I couldn't help it; I wanted to too! "Okay, Mom will cook dinner and wait for you to come home so we can eat together." I'd barely finished speaking when I heard a soft "kissing" sound on the phone—my son was kissing me! The thought of him coming home soon filled me with anxiety about how to face him. I quickly grabbed his favorite foods from the fridge and rushed to the kitchen. Oh no! I wasn't wearing underwear! I'd lost my mind! If my son saw me naked like this, he'd definitely think I was some kind of slut! Luckily, Grandma's house isn't close; it'll take at least an hour to get there. Hurry, hurry! Housework is a woman's forte, but I was completely flustered. Before I could even finish cooking, I heard the key turning in the door. I checked the clock—could it be my son? It's only been half an hour. Had he flown home ? It was my son! "Wife, Mom!" He rushed towards me as soon as he opened the door, his backpack still on, wrapping around my waist and spinning me high in the air. "Put me down, put me down, Mom's dizzy!" I playfully punched his shoulders. "No! I missed my wife, Mom so much. Hold her a little longer, otherwise it's not worth . " My son sat me on the sofa, his lips meeting mine. Faced with his passion, I did n't hesitate, opening my lips to meet his kiss. Our tongues intertwined. He'd missed his mother all day, and I'd missed him all day . We were like lovers separated for a long time, words couldn't express our longing, only the connection of our hearts could convey our emotions. "Wife, Mom, I've missed you all day. I took a taxi from Grandma's to come home, but the driver got impatient with my urging, so I had to pay extra before he'd drive."

"I knew it! I thought you flew back! Why were you in such a hurry? Is money so easy to earn? Besides
, I told you to stay at Grandma's for two days. You're up to no good! I know exactly what you're thinking!"

"Mommy, I missed you. My little brain only dares to think about you, Mommy. Actually, Mommy
missed me too!"

"Go away! Miss you my foot! Aren't you ashamed?"

"If you didn't want to, why did you make me come back, Mommy?" As he spoke, his little hand covered
my breast again.

I pushed my son away: "Go away, Mom hasn't eaten all day, my tummy is growling, I can't be bothered with you,
I'm going to cook."

"Haven't eaten all day? What have you been doing?" My son's eyes darted around, finally spotting
the erotic novel I'd tossed on the sofa: "Oh, I see, I know."

"I know what? It's all your fault! It's my first time reading this kind of book."
My face flushed as my son discovered my secret; in my panic, I'd forgotten that the little rascal had deliberately left it there for me to see.

"Mommy, you can keep reading, I'll cook. Today I'm going to make a sumptuous dinner for
my mommy to enjoy." My son grinned at me, his smug look making me both laugh and cry.
I couldn't resist throwing a punch at his chest.

But my little hand couldn't possibly hurt his broad, muscular chest; he seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying it .

"Forget it, I won't call anymore. I need to hurry up and cook; it's not good to be hungry.

" Just as I was about to get up, my son stopped me: "Honey, Mom, we agreed I'd cook today. You
rest , and I'll definitely make a good meal to reward you."

"Can you even cook? You lazy little thing who never does anything, and now you're trying to please Mom, just trying to take advantage of her
. Let's cook together; you can be Mom's assistant."

Looking at how happy my son was, he couldn't be happier!

After filling his stomach, my son happily ran off to wash the dishes. Watching him bustling around, I
felt . My husband is never like this; he thinks doing housework is beneath a man's image. We have
two big lazybones at home, and for nearly twenty years, I've done all the housework myself. Now, my son is busy for me, and even if it's
just to please me, I'm happy.

With everything done, I knew I was about to face a situation I'd never experienced before. My son sat
beside , his eyes avoiding my gaze, his hands clasped together, seemingly trembling, and fine beads of sweat on his face.
At that moment, I knew he was just as nervous as I was. This silly boy, he'd back down at the last minute.

"Xiaomin, you're sweating so much doing chores, so pathetic." I took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his face,
deliberately scolding him, leaning my chest towards him. I didn't want the tension to escalate; it would make everyone awkward. I'm the mother, it's okay to take the
initiative , to avoid making everyone nervous.

"Oh, Mommy, I'm sweating because I love you so much." As soon as I spoke, my son immediately reverted to his
true nature.

"You promised to answer me, Mommy, don't go back on your word!" My son wrapped his arms around my waist,
gently rubbing his face against mine.

"I was supposed to answer tomorrow, but never mind, look at how impatient you are, Mommy is yours today."

"Wow! Really? Long live Mommy!" my son shouted happily.

"But let's make it clear, this is only for today, not later; and when your dad's home, you can't do anything
intimate with Mom, or he'll kill us both. I love you, and I love your dad too, you know?
We've already wronged him so much.

" "Don't worry, I'm a man, I'll take responsibility for my actions. Let's not talk about Dad today, okay? It'll just be
me, my wife, and Mom."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about Dad anymore. Anyway, I belong to you today, whatever you want!" I said,
leaning against my son's chest.

Good heavens, I'm actually being spoiled by my son, I've become a wanton woman. Let it be wanton, it's already come to this,
there's no turning back, even if God wants to punish me, there's nothing he can do. I closed my eyes and pouted my lips.

Seeing me so proactive, my son's excitement was indescribable. He kissed my cheeks, my
eyes, my ears, my nose passionately, our tongues intertwined. My heart was pounding, and I felt my lower body starting to
wet.

"Xiaomin, quickly touch Mommy's breasts..." My son's deep kiss was too much for me; I needed even stronger
love.

My son, now an adult, grasped my breasts, showing no tenderness, rubbing them roughly until it hurt.
He was so excited he couldn't control himself.

"Gently, it hurts!"

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I just wanted to see what I'd done to your breasts."

"Can't you be gentle? How will you ever find a wife?"

"I have Mommy as my wife, what other wife do I need! Sorry, sorry, actually you wanted me to touch them
."

"Get lost, you're getting the better of me and then acting innocent. I'm ignoring you!" I pretended to be angry and turned my head away.

"Hehe, really ignoring me? If you won't, I will." My son grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist,
gently kneading my breasts, then unbuttoning my clothes to expose my chest. "I'll help my wife, Mom, soothe the pain."

He took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and kissing it. His gentleness only
reignited my pent-up desire. "Suck harder, Xiaomin, Mom is so uncomfortable." I pressed my son
's head tightly against my breast, his face pressed against my chest.

"Oh...oh..." My son's hand slipped inside my pants, his fingers probing my genitals. My
whole body went limp, and I couldn't help but moan.

I opened my legs, hoping my son's hand would enter my vagina, but he seemed oblivious, only
gently rubbing the outside. The itching made my body sway, my mind screaming: Son, put it in!
What ? After reading so many books, don't you understand your mother's thoughts?

Oh no, the water's flowing is about to become a river; only my son's penis can stop it. I unzipped my son
's pants, grabbed his penis, and wow, it's huge! Even before I pulled it out, I could feel how big it was.
Fear.

My son's penis was much larger than his father's, erect and rock-hard like a behemoth,
its glans gleaming, several veins bulging, and tiny beads of blood constantly welling from its tip.

Holding my son's penis, a strong desire surged within me—to take it into my mouth!
Didn't the books say that when a son puts his semen into his mother's mouth, the mother feels a sense of returning home

? I wanted to suckle every last drop of my son's essence, to digest him completely within me, to make him my true
heart and soul ! Desire drove my nerves to their limit; it seemed as if my son's penis was already in my mouth.

But I couldn't reach it. My son's head was pressed against my breast, still sucking hard on my nipple, and
finally, his fingers were inserted into my vagina. His fingers began to explore inside, relentlessly probing deeper. My lower abdomen
spasmed, my body broke out in a cold sweat, and a tingling heat spread throughout my body. My mind went blank, and something
indescribable swept over me. Involuntarily, I gripped my son's penis tightly and shook it vigorously. "Mommy, I'm going to cum, oh!" Suddenly, my son's body stiffened, his hands gripping my waist

tightly . I knew he had reached his limit; he was too young. "Xiaomin, if you want to cum, just cum. Don't hold it in, it'll hurt your body." "No, I want to go inside Mommy, I want to cum inside Mommy." "Silly boy, not yet. Mommy will help you release first." Actually, I also longed for my son's penis to penetrate my vagina. My desire was burning fiercely, and I desperately wanted his semen to extinguish it. I wasn't ready; I was afraid something unexpected would happen. My son's penis was extremely swollen in my hand. I increased the force of my thrusting, and the young boy couldn't withstand the gentle caress of his mother small hands. His whole body trembled, and instantly a gush of hot, white liquid gushed out— so much! My hands and pants were covered in his semen. My son let out a long breath and leaned limply against me: "Wife, Mom, I was supposed to comfort you, but you comforted me first." "You useless brat, you can't even handle this little bit of stimulation. All those books you've read don't help you." I pretended to be angry, keeping a straight face. "No, it's not, Mommy, it's just that you're so beautiful. You're my goddess. I've been thinking about you for so long, and today is the first time I've faced my most admired mother like this. How could I possibly resist ?" "You little brat, you're so sweet-talking, I can't even get angry. You're enjoying yourself, but you're making me uncomfortable." "I also want to put my little brother inside Mommy, but you won't let me! Besides, with Mommy's gentle little hands doing this, I can't hold back. I really want to ejaculate inside Mommy. " "Just put it inside Mommy like that? Don't you understand? What if something happens and she gets pregnant? Even if your dad doesn't know, will the child call you brother or daddy? Silly son." "I call Mommy 'Mommy,' and my child will call me 'Dad,' hehe, it's the same." Seeing the little brat laughing uncontrollably, and the boy's innocent appearance, I couldn't help but hug and kiss my son. "You wish, as if I'm really going to have your baby. Go take a shower, Mom needs to clean this place up, your little thing is all over the place." My son's penis lay limp in my hand, the sticky semen still warm. I loved it, so I gently stroked it back and forth. In no time, the little thing was erect again. "Mommy, look, how about it? Now I can comfort you." My son stood up in front of me, his penis hard and erect, so proud. I tapped the head of his penis with my index finger, let's see if you're still so smug. "Oh, Mommy, you're murdering your husband!" My son was hurt, bent over, covered his penis with both hands , frowned, and looked at me with feigned pain. "Your little devil is being naughty, I'm disciplining you!" "You can't discipline him like this! If I'm crippled, how will I serve my wife and mother?" My son pounced on me, hugging and cuddling, his little devil's hands darting into my vagina: "Wife, Mom, let my little devil go in , then your little devil can discipline my little devil, okay?" My recently calmed desire was reignited by this little brat. Why am I so sensitive? They say thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, and I'm right in my prime. If my son's little devil is naughty, it's my little devil who's truly naughty. I'm burning with desire, yearning for my son's penis inside me, but reason tells me, what if I really get pregnant? I can't ruin my life for a moment of pleasure. “Xiaomin, I promise I'll keep my word. Go take a shower first, let me get ready .” “What do I need to prepare?” “You really want her to get pregnant? Silly boy, get some condoms. We're out, we'll have to go to the market.” “Oh, I was hoping to take a bath with my wife and mother, looks like that's out of the question.” “Pah, your impulsive nature is too much for her. Go on, don't get too carried away.” *************** Night fell, and I lay quietly in bed, having changed into a thin cotton nightgown. In the soft light, my high, protruding breasts were faintly visible. For my son's convenience, my empty lower body felt slightly cool. The sound of my son showering came from the bathroom; I knew a storm was about to break. I longed for this storm , I longed to be forever bathed in it. It's not over yet, OP ? That's great, it's making me hard! Keep posting, I'm following you! I'm rooting for you! It's really good, hurry up and finish the next post, I'm so looking forward to it! I'm replying to a post, I want to see the details properly. =1024) window.open(http://68.168.16.153/bbs/images/smilies/default/teeth.gif);" onload="if(this.width>1024)this.width=1024;" >

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