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I Love My Son

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Our family is an ordinary three-person family in a famous city in the south of the island. My son, Ahui, is fifteen years old and in the
eighth grade at Huihao Boarding School. He is intelligent and lovable to everyone. His slightly curly black hair, broad forehead, and flat top are topped with a pair of
bright , piercing eyes; long eyelashes, a straight nose, and white, even teeth—all are
exceptionally handsome. My husband, born in the same year as me, is thirty-eight years old this year. He is the chief economist at the Yayu Stock Exchange. He is
handsome and talented, with a gentlemanly demeanor and scholarly air. He is young and successful, at the peak of his career. To
others, our family is happy and perfect, enviable. But I am actually miserable. Because of my husband's
character, our daily life is very principled and regular, and our sex life is no exception—lacking novelty and passion.

It was only before Ahui was born that my desires were satisfied. Although his penis is large now, it always
hangs limply between his legs, rarely getting erect. He won't let me get it fixed. It's not that I lack charm; I was born into
a family of Confucian merchants, with the bold blood of a northerner flowing through my veins; the rains of Jiangnan nourish my skin, and I received
higher education . Just as my son inherited my virtues, I also inherited the noble temperament and bloodline of my parents.
Although my son is not young, I am still beautiful. I don't like to adorn myself, but my eyelashes are so long they always look
artificial .

Even more alluring are my smooth, undulating curves and my flawless, elastic skin. Many people
are surprised that I'm married. Once, my son and I were in a business center when a young passerby was so captivated by my alluring face
that he forgot everything, only to be brought back to reality when he bumped into an older man who was also distracted by my breasts! This led to a fierce fight.

Countless men proposed to me back then, but I fell in love with my current husband and married him. I'm
still widely recognized as one of the most beautiful women in the east of the city, yet, beauty is fleeting.

For the past ten years, I've been restless, anxious, and yearning for someone to touch me! Alas, my desires are never fulfilled!
Sometimes I feel inexplicably sad and irritable, and upon rational reflection, I realize it's all about sex. Fortunately, my husband is otherwise
very accommodating . Ahui grew up amidst my sexually frustrated moans. Having him by my side provides immense
comfort to my mind and body. A sense of maternal pride also arises...
These past few days, his father has been away on a business trip, and my son is home for summer vacation, so I'm in a particularly good mood. Because I can
be with . After these few days, this good opportunity will be hard to come by again. I told him to wear only shorts, explaining that we're at home and
he shouldn't wear underwear at home, as it would affect his development. I would always take the opportunity to wipe his sweaty back and trim his toenails. My son was very docile in
front of always responding with "Yes, sir" or "Thank you for your guidance." Little did that innocent face know that his
chest, already showing signs of maturity yet still retaining a touch of childishness, his lithe waist, and his firm, elastic abdomen captivated me. Occasionally , I
could glimpse his dangling member through his trouser leg, a hazy, indistinct glimpse that still made my heart
flutter .

I had felt guilty, knowing it was unreasonable and unethical, yet I couldn't control myself. In
fact , as my son grew older, I became more restrained. From the moment he was born, I showered him with attention, constantly concerned about
his physical changes, like someone caring for their life's work. Whenever my son experienced a change
in his body he would curiously tell me—things like his breasts inexplicably becoming red and swollen, or a few days later, secreting
a milky white fluid, and so on.

Last year, he came home from school complaining to me that his principal, who was also his Chinese teacher, had
been playing with his penis at night under the pretext of a physical exam. It was sore and painful that the principal had even pulled down his pants and shown me his recently swollen penis!

His childhood, pointed penis already resembled an adult's, with a small tuft of soft, dark pubic hair
beginning to grow on it. I remained calm at the time, though I was actually excited. My concern was that my son was still young, and this would affect his physical and mental development. His Chinese teacher was a highly respected literary figure,
a mentor to many high-ranking officials, who had helped them achieve their current success.

He was fortunate to have my son as his own. We couldn't publicize it! Otherwise, it would damage the reputation he had built up over sixty years ago!

I instructed my son on how to skillfully handle and avoid such situations. Afterwards, under my guidance, his attention in all
subjects improved dramatically. The reason for my excitement is self-evident; what could be more
captivating than the sight of my son's skin and hair?

My heart, pounding wildly, nearly leaped out of my throat. In the days that followed, that vibrant thing
about my son would often appear clearly before my eyes unexpectedly.

One afternoon, my son was asleep in bed, and a strong desire compelled me to walk into his room.
I admired him for a long time as he lay there, the South African green diamond pendant on his chest fading in comparison to his flawless
skin . I couldn't resist kissing his bare chest; the boyish areolas, just turning a deep brown,
made me dizzy. He seemed still fast asleep. I gently pulled up the elastic band of his shorts, and now,
a thick, impressive penis was revealed.

I couldn't help but touch it with my other hand, feeling its exquisite smoothness as it hardened in my palm! Then
his thick legs twitched, and I realized he wasn't asleep! I gently withdrew my hands. A strange
pleasure surged through me. I immediately ran to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and rubbed my already moist opening with my
labia . In the heat of passion, I used the adjustable showerhead to spray water onto my genitals, sending waves of intense itching through
my brain.

This was indeed a very good alternative to relieving my restlessness. I often did this and enjoyed it immensely. The
impact felt like a powerful glans pounding inside me; the pleasure of penetrating my vagina
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Lately, I've noticed Ahui's eyes are constantly wandering over my buttocks and chest. He's going through puberty, and
his mother 's body is a mystery to him. He's particularly curious about sexual changes and has a strong interest in women's secrets,
but he just hasn't had the chance. Give him even a little female stimulation, and he absolutely can't suppress his already restless heart. I
understand him! But he can't fathom my psychology; even if he has the desire, he doesn't have the courage.

Although I just felt his erection, that's understandable. As a mother,
it's not surprising to know her son's secrets. Don't people often say that a son is always a child in front of his mother? Even if my son was
awake just now, I wouldn't have lost my composure. I comforted myself with this thought.

Mature men certainly offer a sense of masculine beauty, but any part of a teenager's body during puberty is
even more breathtaking! I desperately want to be close to him, at least to freely touch his pristine, childlike body,
but I don't want to take the initiative. So I occupied the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked and waiting
inside naked, pretending to shower. Because he's used to going to the toilet first thing after waking up. Sure enough, as soon as my son got up, he

pulled out his penis, which was swollen and erect from urination, and rushed to the bathroom. My smooth, naked body under the light made him gape
, his eyes light up, and he stared blankly at his penis, then his face turned red. His lustful look made me feel both proud and
excited. My heart started pounding, and I quickly turned around to break the awkward silence, suppressing my excited, distorted
voice as I said, "Good son, I'm sorry, how could I forget to close the door?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that my son was hesitant to leave, I said calmly, "It's okay, it's okay, what's there to be embarrassed about
with your mother?! Here, give me the towel!" Ah Hui's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly
took the towel and handed it to me, calling out "Mom!" He didn't seem particularly disgusted! I could tell that
his tone was more gentle than reproachful. I quickly wrapped my exposed lower body with a towel. Having covered up the embarrassing parts, the atmosphere
in the room became lively. I seized the opportunity and said, "You're all sweaty, can you wash up and wipe Mom's back? Mom's back
is so itchy!" He readily agreed, "

Mom is so beautiful! I'd be happy to do it for you!" My son had been praising my beauty for a long time, but this time I believed
he was genuinely impressed, though with other factors mixed in. My full figure; fair skin; round buttocks;

shapely legs and swaying breasts were all so vivid in his eyes, it would be strange if the praise wasn't heartfelt!
His stunned expression just now was an exclamation of amazement at the existence of such a beautiful thing in the world! And now, he immediately turned his back to me
and tried to urinate on the toilet, but couldn't go for a long time, which meant he was sexually aroused. Don't let his
usual confident demeanor fool you!

I was secretly pleased. "Never mind, Mom's back can't take it anymore." My son hurriedly started wiping my back. His

soft hands on my back felt like a warm current flowing through my heart, a tingling sensation wherever they touched,
the contact truly brought pleasure! I felt the temperature of his hands rising, and I could almost feel his heart racing.
If those hands were to reach out immediately, I wouldn't object. But instead, I felt them trying to expand their reach.
To conceal his erect penis bulging his crotch, he lifted his legs and placed them on the bathtub, the large mirror reflecting
this detail.

"How much tip are you going to give me today, Mom? I won't work for you for nothing!" I ignored my son's
teasing. My heart was racing, and I felt a slippery sensation in my vagina; vaginal fluid began to flow down my thighs.
Then my legs trembled and gradually went weak. I have this problem; when I'm aroused by a sexy, naked man,
I often feel weak and limp. I never expected my son's hands to be just rubbing my back, and—
seeing my plans about to fall apart, I felt ashamed and helpless.

Then I felt short of breath, and before I could speak, I couldn't stand up and slid to the floor in my son's hands.

Ahui panicked again, repeatedly calling "Mommy!" "Mommy!" Ignoring his fallen scarf,
he carried me naked back to my room and placed me on the bed. Unexpectedly, during this process, his penis had
completely gone limp. This showed that my safety was paramount. He was oblivious to any visual feast or pleasure
.

Isn't this kind of son even more adorable?

If someone is always aroused or indifferent to beauty, they are beyond help. After I persuaded him
to call for medical help, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw I was alright. He pulled the sheet over me symbolically,
saying, "Open the window before you shower, let some fresh air in case of an accident. Luckily, I'm home today!" Thankfully, he's
still an innocent child, unaware of his mother's slippery condition. He actually thought I was just lacking oxygen. Although I
had been in the bathroom for too long, little did he know that my excitement was also a factor! Thank goodness!

Much of the embarrassment was reduced, and naturally, there was more reassurance. However, my trembling heart wasn't entirely at peace. Just then,
Ahui turned on the stereo and lowered the volume. The melodious bass voice of "I Swear to Embrace Beauty" was deeply
moving. "Is it too loud, Mommy?" "Listen if you want." I rolled over and lay on my side in the bed, leaving
most of the space behind me and Ahui. Suddenly, I felt a sense of loss, and my initial excitement
gradually subsided.

In my hazy state, I felt a cool breeze on my buttocks. It was because I wasn't wearing underwear and was exposed outside the sheets
. Before I could deal with it, my son was already sitting on the edge of the bed. If what happened in the bathroom was planned,
this was definitely unintentional. I was sure that a woman's large, white buttocks would attract
the attention of those sharp eyes, and the two spindle-shaped genitals, seen from behind, were undoubtedly
even more vivid and eye-catching.

For a boy who had never seen the opposite sex's organs since his sexual awakening, this was such a rare physiological
structure ! Soon, I felt not the cool breeze, but the crawling sensation of fleas, as if I'd been stared at. No! Not only
that , but I could also feel the hot, heavy breaths of a man on my thigh.

Undoubtedly, he had brought his face close to my buttocks! A wave of dignity and shame washed over me, replaced by a feeling of happiness at being
gazed upon by such a handsome young man. My heart raced. Instinctively, I sat up and
turned my head , opening my eyes. Simultaneously, his head, which had been lost in reverie, slowly lifted. He smacked his lips, making no
attempt to look away.

Whether it was composure or ecstasy, we locked eyes, and the desire in those bright eyes burned like
a tempestuous flame, scorching my entire body! After a moment of this standoff, both of us felt a surge of desire in the other…
An irresistible force was calling to him. He pursed his lips, stretched his neck without permission, and
offered his face, trying to get as close to mine as possible. This time, I was certain it was purely instinct! Without hesitation, I pulled him into my arms, and
he immediately fell into my embrace. Like dry tinder meeting a raging fire! He yanked off the sheet, his hands
kneading the breasts he had once carelessly played with as a child, his hairy lips kissing his mother's face indiscriminately: "Baby! I'm so pent up
! I don't know what to do if we wait any longer!" How could he not be incredibly excited upon first meeting a member of the opposite sex?

My son's open expression, calling me "baby," meant that love was no longer love in the conventional sense; more accurately, love was
being sublimated—. My son had completely entered a state of self-forgetfulness. The concept of "mother" had vanished from his mind, or
perhaps it had been detached from my body. I was merely a woman or a body that could stir his heart and arouse his desire;
he wanted to get what he wanted from this body! At that moment, I felt like I wasn't myself anymore, even
acting coquettishly in his presence.

I immediately kicked off his pants, revealing a completely naked boy before me. Accustomed to the loose flesh of adults, their
bulging bellies and swollen waists, this was a beautiful sight: a tall, slender figure
with thick thighs and particularly firm muscles. His skin was a uniform color, delicate and rosy—a
hallmark of sensuality. His strong, broad shoulders gave a sense of security, as if he could carry the sun and moon, and withstand storms.

His abdomen below the navel was flat and well-defined, with short, thick, soft, black, and shiny pubic hair—clearly, his
hair was a trait inherited from our family. His erect penis was thick and long, smooth as jade, though the large,
well- defined glans was still hidden in the delicate skin, only part of it protruding from the urethral opening, showing its
restless nature and desperate struggle to emerge. It reminded me of a large flower bud about to bloom in spring. This further
fueled my love for vibrant life.

His scrotum was dark brown, soft like a water bag, the two testicles tightly pressed against his thighs, wriggling up and down inside, large and
symmetrical, proclaiming its immense reproductive power. This place felt both familiar and strange to me; their exposure now
made the whole room radiate the glow of masculine power. Undoubtedly, they would bring pleasure and
happiness to the woman who married him. I began to feel a pang of jealousy for his future wife. Was it me who had given him such a beautiful physique, only to have
it enjoyed by someone else?! As if I were about to lose him, I immediately hugged him tightly.

A young man full of vigor is different: straight to the point, no preamble needed, no flirting to arouse dormant sexual
cells and nerves. At that moment, his hard penis was already pressing against my lower abdomen, poking my belly, calves, and
labia painfully. It continued to explore deeper, and a wave of guilt washed over me. Instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together, letting
him ravage my mother. Ah Hui, not understanding the situation, began to whine, "Help me, dear Mom!"

He pleaded with me in the same tone he always used, but I ignored him. To be honest, continuing things with my son
wasn't my original intention. Ahui knew I was making things difficult for him, and his boldness grew. He even lay on top of me, turning his head to
face my face with his smooth buttocks, a youthful aura wafting towards me. I stroked his full,
round , strong, and white buttocks, the brownish-red cleft. Even his groin was exciting:
the skin here transitioned from thick to thin, rich in color, soft and smooth.

The cleft between his buttocks, from deep to shallow, divided into two grooves, between which lay the scrotum and testicles, sometimes expanding, sometimes contracting,
and the penis, which could harden or soften with passion—a sign of excellent nutrition and noble
birth . This area is rich in nerves, particularly sensitive, easily moved by passion; these nerves can even create life, earning it
the title of the root of life. Because of its mystery and sacredness, people keep it tightly covered. The more so, the more I
pondered it I wanted to understand it. Therefore, I'm not interested in simple, flat things!

To me, this is the most beautiful scenery in the world! Whenever a man catches my eye, the first thing that comes to mind
is the handsome appearance of this adorable thing of his! Everything comes so naturally; what I yearn for is laid
bare before me. The most complex male organs are all gathered here—isn't this the finest work of art? Why do people
always pursue the beauty of the female nude and not the beauty of the male organs? Or are we women deprived of the right to enjoy male
beauty? This world is so unfair! If one day we women rule the world, we will make all men live
naked around us!

So I grabbed my son's erect penis and put it in my mouth, a clear, salty sensation refreshing my senses.

To hell with your father's damn life principles and rules! I spread my legs, and my mother's secret also
thrilled him. He was overjoyed, and his hands began to
caress "Wow! So cute and beautiful!" Yes, I have all the advantages of being a woman, and this place
is exceptional too!

The pubic hair on the mons pubis is short and dense, black and shiny; the two prominent labia majora are full and

smooth like fresh loaves of bread, with a few soft pubic hairs scattered here and there, but this does not detract from their beauty. The
pink color already indicates their extreme sensuality. A lover said they were like two golden sand dunes in a famous painting at dawn,
rising high and spotless. He even hung that painting in his room. My labia majora are
a miniature of that painting; seeing that painting reminds him of me, of the place that drives him wild.

Although the labia majora are extraordinary, they do not overshadow the main ones; the labia minora between the two major labia are equally
charming . My son is even more insightful: he said the labia minora are like cockscomb flowers,
the graceful edges of which are similar to the lace of a cockscomb flower, both so thick and so soft. These metaphors are merely figurative, no more vivid than the actual thing
itself , for none are as soft, as delicate, as emotionally charged. It is normally closed,
only blossoming when a man touches it, its color changing from deep red to purplish-brown.

And here I am! I can feel the tightly closed labia parting. Doesn't it resemble a tender
lotus just emerging from the water in the morning? The clitoris is not to be outdone; it breaks free from the confinement of the labia minora, appearing like a pearl,
occupying the prominent position at the head of the labia minora, adorning it with elegance and harmony.

Its pigmentation deepens as the labia minora open, even swelling and hardening. "Mommy! Is this what I'm touching
the clitoris? It feels so good!" I slapped his white bottom hard. "Why so many questions?" I
myself couldn't explain why I had let him venture into forbidden territory; his exclamation made me feel embarrassed. "Don't
be shy!"

I just want to know what a clitoris looks like. People with exposed clitoris have a high sex drive! Right? "Does sex drive have anything to do with
the clitoris ? Even now, I still feel like I always have strong desires, and I never feel satisfied,"

Mami is unhappy! "Seeing him escalate his behavior, I warned him, and he abruptly stopped. Actually, I was secretly
delighted ; how could I not be happy? The folds between the labia majora and minora are peach-pink, gradually darkening and fading.
My son, using some knowledge he learned in school, said: 'This is the result of photosynthesis.' He even cited the example of peach petals:
the more light they receive, the deeper the red. My son is so funny! It's as if my thing is constantly exposed to sunlight and rain!

Parting the closed corolla below the clitoris reveals the narrow vaginal opening, glistening with moisture. Don't be fooled by its fresh, dewy appearance
; the friction of a man's hard penis inside can make a man experience unbearable pleasure! Overall,
the color of the vulva outlines itself between the snow-white thighs, like a touch of makeup!
The two plump, white buttocks further accentuate its allure. I don't know if it's because I'm too easily aroused or because they're so large, but
I always feel like there's a soft, foreign object between my legs.

Those lovers..." They are the most authoritative, because they are knowledgeable and experienced. They have described the beauties they have seen—
some red, some white; some large, some small; some with snow-white labia and no hair; some with plump clitoris and full of pubic hair—
they cannot and do not need to flatter me in unison, but they all praise my "device" for not only being comparable to
a young girl , but also, more remarkably, for its vaginal elasticity to rival that of a young woman, truly the best of the best!

While opinions may vary, this small part of a woman's body makes all other beautiful things in the world
pale in comparison ; it can rejuvenate the frail old man,

making him youthful and spirited! The world is so beautiful and lovely, so vibrant, precisely because of this thing! No wonder this
treasure has driven so many men mad! So many men have shed blood, given their lives, even sacrificed
their kingdoms for it! Needless to say, my son was unwilling to give up easily. "Mom! I want to, I want to try it!" he
pleaded. I could understand my son's feelings at that moment.

He looked so cute. Although women tend to prefer aggressive men, I especially enjoy being begged,
particularly by someone. My first lover was the top-notch president of Liheng Company, about the same age as my father,
but he knelt at my feet and begged for nearly an hour to get me. In the end, I succumbed to his pleas, and
he got what he wanted. I was greatly inspired. It was then that I realized I wasn't past my prime, but rather that my husband was sexually frigid!

And that began my history of having affairs.

All of this was due to my excessive repression. If I had to pinpoint the fault, it would be entirely my husband's impotent penis
! I couldn't bear to see so many men in the world, especially
those , let my perfect "tool" wither away silently; let my heart, which loved life, fade away in silence. "
Alright, son, you and your mother should enjoy yourselves. I haven't given birth to you in vain! Since things have come to this point,
let nature take its course," I thought to myself, but didn't say it aloud. When I gave birth to you, my son, I endured
excruciating pain—we share the same organ—yet now I can't resist the torment of desire.

I spread my legs, raising my genitals: "Good son! You are my destiny in this life, come on, Mommy will follow you!"

Only then did he feel a slight pain in his lower abdomen at the base of his penis. I told him that his father felt the same way on their wedding night.

My son endured the pain in his abdomen above his penis, and with the help of my hands, he managed to insert his boneless yet bone-hard
penis into my vagina. A warm current soothed his heart and abdomen. This
was even more exhilarating than the first time he penetrated his father's penis on their wedding night! The most luxurious enjoyment in life is experiencing such tender flesh! Only those
of have been through it can truly appreciate the preciousness of pure virginity! This feeling requires experience.

"How did it grow here, Mommy?" My son was both incredibly excited and astonished. Of course I knew
what he meant, and where he meant by "here," but I didn't understand
why were so close to her anus, while a man's were in such a superior position.

I smiled and said, "Afraid of getting dirty, huh?"

"No, I used to think it was unhygienic, but today I think it's quite cute! Why do people
say the opposite of what they mean?" I thought he wasn't lying. Because his throat was making gurgling noises! My son continued, "I
just put it under my belly! Do other people do it like this, Mom?"

"How would I know about other people? Men and women are different!" Actually, I wanted to remind him that male and female dogs have
different genitals too. It's just inconvenient to mix us with livestock. To highlight my genitals, I spread
my legs and pulled my calves together. After struggling for a while, my son finally found the ideal way. He put his legs together between my raised thighs and stirred his penis inside my vagina. He wanted to gain a sensory understanding
of the vagina through his penis , just like a virgin's first experience with a male organ. 　　"It's so tender and warm inside, Mommy!" Then the son's penis tentatively moved up and down inside, first resting on his mother's breasts, then supporting himself with his hands, gradually increasing the range of motion. I really admire him! He needs guidance in everything in life, but he has such an understanding of this, even seeming to be self-taught! The son quickly overcame the contrast between emotion and reason, adapting to my genital environment. His face was radiant, his movements coordinated, powerful yet gentle. 　　Even though his penis had swelled to twenty centimeters in length, it still occasionally slipped out of my vagina due to excessive movement. At this moment, the adorable foreskin had completely retracted, revealing the tender pink glans penis, shaped like a pointed mushroom, its skin as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear. I can't understand why people associate such a beautiful thing with that ugly turtle's head, calling it a "turtle head"! Are you kidding me? 　　The entire penis was covered in colorless, smooth mucus. I've heard it's a lubricant secreted by the human body, allowing the penis to easily slide in and out of the vagina, resulting in greater and better pleasure—how mysterious! When God created humankind, He considered human reproduction and sex most comprehensively! I couldn't help but touch that lovely thing with my hand, and like a sine wave transmitted to his waist, abdomen, and buttocks, it throbbed wildly. It must be like touching a nerve in my clitoris . 　　He was very surprised by the flipped-up glans, and said humorously and with relief, "I can take a bath freely in the public now!" 　　"What's wrong! Still shy about showering at school?" I asked. Those classmates whose penises were already flipped up took off their clothes...

Don't even mention his arrogant attitude! Those of us with phimosis never dare to freely pull down our underwear; we always hide, afraid
of being looked down upon . My son kept nagging. The teacher tried several times to retract my foreskin, but it hurt every time. Turns out, rinsing can
retract it!

Speaking of retracted glans, I remembered a little story from when my son was seven: That evening, I prepared hot
water for my husband and son to bathe. My little son, unusually, immediately stared at his father's naked body with his big eyes.
When he saw his father's penis, he exclaimed and stretched out a little hand: "Wow! There's no skin!"

He felt sorry for his father. "Mommy, look, Daddy's penis has no skin!" Then, as if warning us, he said
, "See if you'll still rinsing!" It turned out he mistook his father's retracted red glans for the
skin that had been rubbed off during sex with me. I was at a loss for words.

Only after my husband slowly explained did he nod his adorable head. Afterwards, my husband told me that
children 's sexual awareness at this age needs to be guided correctly. A slight misstep can easily lead to sexual aversion or
aversion to the opposite sex, resulting in abnormalities. He wanted my son to understand from a young age that intercourse doesn't cause pain or breakage to a man's penis, nor is it
something shameful!

Now, of course, my son understands. I could see that although he spoke easily, his face, besides
excitement , radiated a sense of accomplishment after a conquest. I've heard that a successful first sexual experience can boost a man's confidence
and energy, leading to success in all aspects of his life. I silently prayed for him! May my son have more confidence, more
ruggedness, and strength in the future!

Because of my sexual frustration, I was often inspired by animal mating. I gestured for him to kneel on the bed and thrust from behind. My
clever son understood immediately, lifting my buttocks with his hands. I also lowered my breasts close to the bed,
raising my buttocks high. His penis smoothly entered my vagina once again, and he also felt relaxed and stimulated. I
could see his long testicles swaying back and forth with the thrusting of his penis from my crotch. Occasionally, there were sounds of his penis hitting my
labia . His tender little belly rhythmically bumped against my buttocks.

The mushroom-shaped head of his penis rubbed against the walls of my vagina with each thrust, causing my insides to contract with my heartbeat.
My son softly moaned along with me, his voice, movements, and facial expressions mirroring his father's performance in bed
. I used to believe that different people had different ways of climaxing, but I was wrong! At least
there are many striking similarities between father and son. What's most unforgettable and unique is the wide range of motion; his buttocks
swayed like a swaying pendulum—what a stimulation for a woman! How clumsy and
ridiculous : their movements were so conservative that one might suspect they had kidney deficiency or that their penises were too short, but the frequency was quite fast, so fast that it felt
like they were constantly vibrating inside me, giving the impression that they were restrained and lacked confidence.

What also comforted me was that my son lasted longer and was more considerate of me. Unlike his father, he didn't disregard other people
's feelings. My vagina no longer felt the dryness that his father's old penis had when thrusting in and out. I rediscovered that longing
feeling. The two interacting on the bed weren't mother and son, but a man and a woman, one needing a woman and the other yearning for a man. My
knees were a little weak. Although I liked this position, it had a wild stimulation, but today I felt empty
in my arms . Taking advantage of the opportunity when his penis fell out of my vagina, I asked him to change back to the previous position. Holding or looking at
my son made me feel at ease.

That way, his penis went in deeper, and the base could even hit my clitoris. His bulging,
brown in without my guidance. My son said that my labia had turned inside out, and I could see the tender,
moist, pale pink flesh inside. Then, with a hurried, dramatic contraction of the abdomen—lifting of the buttocks—contraction of the abdomen—lifting of the buttocks, the youthful
energy of the buttocks pushing the erect penis deep into my lower abdomen. The two testicles in the scrotum had somehow retracted into
the abdominal cavity, probably to facilitate their partner's full release; only the highly wrinkled
skin .

The son greedily enjoyed the stimulation his mother's body provided. He had come into this world from here, and now
he was learning about women from here, enjoying human pleasures from here. How could he not be ecstatic? "Mom, you
are the best woman in the world, the most standard pussy—it must be your pussy!"

People yearn for the land that gave them birth, longing for environments that bring them benefits, yet
they try to restrain themselves from the place where their parents mated, conceived, and gave birth to them! Isn't that too repressive? Why can't women enjoy
the body they created? To be precise, this body wasn't created by women. It's God's masterpiece!
It was merely brought into the world through women. When God created humans, He only distinguished between male and female. I crave sex more than anyone else;
my husband can't satisfy me, I can't reach a tacit understanding with outsiders, and sexual partners face numerous restrictions.

Forget ethics and morality! "Wow, Mom! That feels so good!" He opened his mouth wide, squinted his eyes,
and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. At the same time, his lower abdomen burned, and his thrusting slowed. His adorable penis
rhythmically expanded and contracted inside my hole. At this moment, I
was breathless and limp, almost moaning, "Obstacles, harder, harder, my angel!" Each thrust sent me to
a whole new realm. As the glans of his penis swelled, my vagina relaxed; as his penis contracted, the sides of my vagina
tightened. Mother and son convulsed and spasmed in unison, and streams of semen rhythmically shot into my mother's vagina!

What perfect coordination! No other penis, big or small, had ever given me such wonderful pleasure! Was
it a mother-son connection, a spiritual understanding, that allowed us to be so in sync? I thank God, I thank the Creator! Thank you for bringing
such a perfect angel to me! My son collapsed onto my limp body, his penis and buttocks
still twitching. I held him tightly around the waist, pressing the base of his penis against my still-wanting core, letting him ejaculate
the last drop of semen. I wished time could stand still, that he could stay on top of me forever.

The music had stopped sometime ago, and the only sound in the room was the beating of two hearts pressed together. Because it was his first
time ejaculating, my son was a little tired. He withdrew his somewhat limp penis from my vagina, his body sliding to my
side , his penis and my buttocks covered in milky white, gelatinous semen. "Mom, I'm much better than Dad, right!"

Ahui said confidently, his right hand covering my breast. "Son, how can you compare yourself to your father? He's your father!"

His tone was one of jealousy towards his father! Yes, ever since his voice started to grumble, he had resented his father, even
talking back.

I was worried, but even more so, I was secretly pleased. I'd heard people say that in a family, once the son grows up, the father and son are like two tigers on one mountain, one...
Two uncastrated bulls in the shed? The reason is that women and sex are the focus of their confrontation!
What's the difference between humans and animals in this respect? Rationality? Reason? What reason? It's nothing more than the inability to fathom others' psychology, the fear
of embarrassment and awkwardness after making a rash move! Humans are suppressing themselves! What I'm happy about is that my son still wants me! I couldn't ask for more!

"Good baby, if you want to come, as long as Daddy's not here, Mommy will give it to you."

"I know. Don't be fooled by his arrogant and domineering attitude in front of others; he's completely
useless !"

Could it be that my son saw me having sex with his father? Very likely. Although our sex life is limited,
we often have sex naked with the bedroom door wide open, oblivious to others. My husband treats our son like a little kid. Our son, lying on the bed beside me
, is a perfect replica of his father. Sometimes I wonder if having sex with my son is just because he's young,
pretty, and cute? Is there also an element of wanting to find in my son what his father has lost? I don't
know. Then I started to worry: "Honey, won't this interfere with your studies?"

"No, Mom!" If you don't let me try it today, I'll keep thinking about it! "So I won't keep
fantasizing what the place where I was born is like, or what it feels like to have sex with you!" He slid his hand from my breast to my vulva
and lowered his voice, saying, "I often dream about your thing at night, Mommy. Once, I dreamed that I was standing in
the sea , and you were naked, legs spread open, pushing against the rocks. I was staring longingly at your thing, rubbing
against it, trying my best, but I couldn't get close. But I felt so good, I've never felt so good before!
When I woke up, my underwear was wet and slippery!"

I couldn't argue! Who doesn't dream? Didn't I have similar dreams when I was his age? The object of my dream
was none other than my most admired father. What's puzzling is that at that time I had never seen a naked man,
let alone my father's genitals. In the dream, that
thing was hard and trembling, incredibly lifelike, almost identical to the male genitalia I've seen since. Therefore, I'm certain that my son's hair contains genes from my ancestors. The things I saw and felt in that dream that night
still puzzle me, remaining vivid in my memory. However, I don't have the courage to tell anyone, so I've buried it deep
in my heart.

My son rolled off the bed after I stepped on him, heading straight for the bathroom. His scrotum, slightly longer than his limp penis,
swayed together between his legs. Hearing the clear, satisfying sound of him urinating, I felt a sense of returning to simplicity. Had I
grown tired of the rigid rituals? Why don't people show their true selves to others? Why cling to face, playing the role of
a virtuous wife and loving mother? I wished I could go to a secluded paradise where my son and I could rest and recuperate. When our
precious little darling returned to the room, his adorable penis was erect again. "Wait, let Mom take a good look!"

"Okay!" My son, without any shyness, lifted his right leg and placed it on the edge of the bed. His scrotum was right on my face, his thick,
flat penis dangling above my face. He leaned down and stroked my belly and breasts with both hands. "My God
, how beautiful! This old man really doesn't know how lucky he is!" Many things in this world are hard to explain. This father and son
were the kind of people who didn't love what they should love, but loved what they shouldn't love tirelessly. I felt my vagina getting wet again, and at the same time,
my son 's cute penis seemed determined to keep coming.

This time, he came up with a unique idea: he brought a cotton backrest for me to lie on and put two pillows under my buttocks.
So pillows can be used to support your buttocks? I really admire his imagination at such a young age! My son's penis
was at the same height as my vaginal opening when he stood on the ground, and I could clearly see how that cute little thing went in and out of my vagina and what
brought such pleasure. I spread my legs wide to allow the sexual organs of mother and son to fully contact each other.

The warm, hard penis thrust into my vagina again, reaching deep into my abdomen. Two naked bodies
mated —what was there to hide? Sexual intercourse is humanity's most secret, yet also its most public; its ugliest,
yet also its most sublime! I lean towards the latter. I also wanted to maximize my satisfaction, to experience the charm of
this newly blossoming youth. I moved my hips and buttocks in rhythm, actively thrusting my genitals to meet the penis's
thrusts. Despite the large movements, the two organs were far apart when withdrawing. The glans, like an experienced horse, seemed to know its way around, making one wonder if
it was the accumulation of experience from the first time or the attraction between our organs, always heading straight for the entrance. During insertion,
I could feel the glans hitting my cervix, and the base of the penis was completely submerged in my vulva.

My clitoris slowly swelled from the impact of the penis base, and the two testicles hanging from my ovaries alternately slapped against the thin skin between my anus
and vagina feeling a burning sensation. As the glans withdrew, it acted like a piston, drawing the fluid from my vaginal cavity
out of my buttocks, wetting the eggs that had been laid on it, making them feel slippery. My son, as if understanding, withdrew his penis and bent
down, sometimes rubbing my swollen, translucent clitoris; sometimes closing my thighs and gently patting my vulva. "What a beautiful
place! Different positions, different looks!"

The patting on my hard clitoris made me ecstatic. My son, like an artist, was captivated by the tightly closed, thick
labia majora, experiencing different feelings from different angles of the same piece of flesh. "My classmate's description of 'sitting like Guanyin with clasped hands; standing like
a lotus petal just opening' isn't quite accurate!"

It turns out these teenagers, not quite adults, are already experiencing the stirrings of love! How did they know? I couldn't wait any longer,
so I quickly pulled him up and pressed his penis against my labia. It felt so good that I asked, "What does it look like?"

My son brought my legs together, braced his thighs, and thrust his penis into my belly. "I think it looks like an abalone, a beautiful
big abalone!"

My labia gripped the thrusting penis tightly, and the more I thought about it, the more it resembled a big abalone holding a big eel. He stared intently at the big abalone
and the throbbing eel. Stimulated by multiple senses, he automatically increased his speed. I felt my glans swell inside him
. My son's buttocks swayed rapidly, and my breasts bounced up and down with my body. Occasionally, I could hear my son's subconscious
calls, "My darling! Why are you my mom?!"

My loving son was drenched in sweat, and his sweat mixed with my vaginal fluids splashed all over his four thighs,

making a "smack, smack" sound. His testicles slapped against his buttocks, creating a harmonious chorus. How wonderful, how blissful! My son is better than his father,
at least in this aspect he has more romance and humor, I thought to myself. My erect penis, hard for over ten minutes, showed no signs of fatigue,
remaining !

Was my son too young and not fully mature yet, his semen already depleted? The approaching climax left me no time to consider the consequences; I
only felt that thick, hard thing filling my vagina, each thrust pounding against my heart. I couldn't help but moan,
the sound like a female cat in heat in spring, a deep, resonant growl, pleasurable and incredibly infectious and seductive. Then...
My son trembled all over, letting out a loud "Ugh—ooh," like rolling thunder.

Then, streams of semen sprayed against my vagina and onto my cervix. The pleasure was indescribable! My son
immediately pulled out his ejaculating penis, shooting his semen onto my belly. My deep navel was filled with fresh
fluid, and the room was filled with a pungent, fishy smell. It excited me, but also made my heart ache: how many lives were inside
?

How many of my sons' children! If one was fortunate enough to be conceived and mature in my womb, ten months later he
would be the fruit of our love, mother and child. What would his identity be when he came into the world? My brother's son? My father's grandson?

I felt myself floating, floating towards the vast sky, floating towards the abyss! At that moment, I heard my son, Ahui,
groaning as if from a distant place, calling out, "Mom! Dear Mom, my dear Mom!"

The End

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