[The Strange Experience of a Mother and Child]

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This is a single-parent family: a 38-year-old mother and a 15-year-old son, living together.
Although the father was gone, they lived happily.
If it weren't for their later misfortunes, they would have continued living like this.
A medical checkup revealed that the son had leukemia.
The doctor said only a bone marrow transplant could save his life, but there were no suitable donors unless the son had
siblings. The son was an only child, and his father was gone; the mother was devastated. She went to many hospitals, but
to no avail.
She searched online, but to no avail.
Then, a netizen gave her an idea. This idea later saved the son's life, but it also completely changed
the fate of both mother and son.
The mother wrote a letter to her son, telling him what had happened. She hoped her son could understand.
The son read the letter, cried, and wanted to live. He also understood his mother's actions.
The mother, worried that her son didn't know how to have sex with women, left him a sex education DVD.
She calculated the date of ovulation, and that evening, she personally cooked a table full of her son's favorite dishes.
The mother and son ate and chatted, even drinking some red wine. The mother tried her best to make things easier for both of them.
After dinner, she told her son to take a shower first, then to wait for her in her bed.
She also took a shower, wearing only a bathrobe, and went into the room.
Her son lay there quietly, with only a bedside lamp on, the light dim; perhaps only in the darkness
could mother and son feel more at ease
. "Take off your clothes," the mother said casually to her son. Then, with her back to him, she took off her bathrobe and lay down
beside him.
The son hugged his mother and said, "I'm a little scared." The mother didn't say anything, just patted her son's head.
Then she reached for his genitals; his penis was already erect, feeling full in her hand. The mother
hadn't touched a man's genitals in a long time; the feeling was both familiar and strange. Her son was grown up.
But the mother herself wasn't ready; her genitals were still dry, and she still couldn't get past this hurdle.
The mother took her son's hand and placed it on her private parts. The son's hand trembled slightly, only gently resting
on it, afraid to move.
"Touch it, gently," the mother told her son.
The mother closed her eyes, imagining her departed husband caressing her, and slowly,
a thin stream of water appeared in the dried-up riverbed.
Her son's lower body throbbed, as if about to burst.
"Stand on the ground," the mother said, turning over and kneeling beside the bed.
She knew this position made conception easier and didn't want her son to see her expression.
The son stood behind her, somewhat bewildered.
The mother grasped her son's penis and placed it against her vulva. "Put it in,"
she said. Suddenly, the son felt his lower body enter a warm, moist place, tightly enveloped, a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced
.
His heart pounded wildly.
He and his mother were one.
The mother felt that fullness again; her son was truly grown, a man now.
The son began to thrust.
Tears streamed down the mother's face; she felt pleasure, suppressing a moan.
"Mom, I need to pee," the son said. His penis only thrust a few times in his mother's vulva; after all, this was his
first time.
“That’s not peeing, that’s ejaculation. Shoot, shoot it into Mommy’s body,” the mother said, and
a shameful pleasure washed over her. She actually orgasmed, the sensation like ocean waves.
Her genitals tightly gripped her son’s genitals, convulsing uncontrollably.
The son could no longer control himself, and his first ejaculation spurted out.
His ejaculation lasted a long time. The mother felt as if the semen had shot into her heart.
“Go wash up,” the mother said.
The son left his mother’s body and went to the bathroom.
The mother buried her face in the blankets and cried.
She remained in that position, motionless; she didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to do anything.
"Mom, I'm done washing,"
the mother said, waking up. She put on her clothes and went to the bathroom, her son's semen flowing down his thighs.
When she returned, her son was already asleep. Usually, they had their own rooms.
Today, he was in her room. The mother felt lonely and helpless. She needed someone to sleep beside her.
She got into bed and lay down next to her son, holding him close. Neither of them was dressed .
It's strange how relationships between men and women can be so different; there's a huge difference between having sex and not having sex, even
between mother and son.
The mother's long-dormant desires were aroused, and her body grew hot again.
But she didn't want to wake her son. In this hazy, conflicted state, she fell asleep.
For the next week, it was the same every day. The mother was
worried about the impact this would have on her son, so she paid special attention.
Her son seemed normal, and their interactions were no different than usual.
However, she felt that her son had been happier lately; he hadn't been this cheerful since learning of his illness.
Especially after dinner, he was quite excited, eagerly anticipating the night.
The mother was both happy and worried. She was happy that her son was no longer depressed, but worried about his
interest in sex and in her. Amidst her worry, the mother also felt a touch of relief and confidence; she was still very attractive to men
, a fact she was willing to admit.
"You can sleep alone tonight," the mother said to her son at dinner.
She felt she should be able to conceive after a week, and besides, her son was too young to do this every day.
She also didn't want things to continue like this, fearing it would affect her son's future.
Hearing his mother's words, the son didn't say anything, but his disappointment was evident.
That night, the mother was lonely. She couldn't sleep, thought about many things, and finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn
.
She had a dream where she and her son were making love in the snow. She was very cold, and suddenly many people appeared around them.
She tried to scream but couldn't, tried to push her son away but couldn't muster the strength. He continued thrusting, and she grew anxious.
Then she woke up.
She was cold because her blanket had been pulled back.
She felt someone touching her private parts, and she forced her eyes open.
She saw her son between her legs, her underwear already removed.
She tried to push him away, but she seemed powerless; she even felt a strange pleasure in the sensation.
"Don't do this, go back to your room," she pleaded, using almost all her strength, but her voice remained
weak.
"Mom, I want to sleep with you."
"We can't do this. We couldn't the past few days, but we can't do it anymore."
"Why?"
"A mother and son can't do this. You'll understand when you grow up."
"I don't know if I'll ever grow up. I like sleeping with you, please promise me.
I have no other happiness besides this," her son cried as he spoke.
The mother's heart softened. Yes, her son's illness must be very painful; if it couldn't be cured, there would be no future for
him.
She sat up, hugged her son, and they both cried.
The son lay on top of his mother, excited because this was the first time he could make love to her face-to-face.
He thrust wildly, unable to find the entrance. "Mom," he pleaded.
The mother guided him with her hand, and at the moment of entry, both mother and son cried out simultaneously—the son with
pleasure, the mother with satisfaction.
The son began to thrust, always so impulsive, so fast and forceful from the start.
He didn't ejaculate as quickly as the first time; he lasted longer.
The mother couldn't hold back anymore. The previous times, because she was kneeling on the bed, she could silence herself, but now,
face-to-face with her son, she cried out, "Ah, ah!"
"Mom, what's wrong?" the son stopped.
"It's okay, Mom is crying because it feels good. You continue, don't tire yourself out,"
the son said, and began thrusting again.
The mother's consciousness gradually blurred; she felt nothing but the impact of her son.
A surge of heat came from her lower body, and her genitals began to twitch.
The son ejaculated, powerfully; she felt the throbbing of his penis.
She gradually regained consciousness. Her son tried to get up, but she held him tightly. "Don't move, hold me for a while."
Mother and son gradually calmed down, and the son's penis withdrew from his mother's private parts.
"Get up, hand me my underwear."
The son went to the bathroom, and the mother placed the underwear on her private parts, from which the fluid her son had ejaculated flowed out
.
The shouting earlier had left the mother's throat a little dry.
She was conflicted; she wanted to bring pleasure to her son, and she had also experienced pleasure herself, but she knew she couldn't continue
like this.
She thought of the dream she had just had. She wrapped the blanket around herself, but she still felt cold. She hoped her son would
come back soon.
Her son returned, and the room seemed much warmer.
"Mom has something to say to you."
"Oh, go ahead."
"I know young people like this after they find out."
"What?"
"Sex."
"Oh."
"But you're still young, still growing. You can't be unrestrained; it's bad for your health."
"I don't care. I don't know what will happen in the future. I just want to be with you."
"If you do this, Mom will be sad. Please listen to me."
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"You'll sleep with Mom two days a week, okay?"
"Okay."
Three days later, on Friday night, the agreed-upon date with his mother arrived.
After dinner, the son started urging his mother to go to bed early. The mother understood her son's anxiety, and they
went to bed before 9 pm.
The son was as impatient as ever, without rhythm, only impulse.
The mother was gradually infected by his passion. "It's coming, it's coming!" At the moment of climax, she forgot
her identity and taboos, and shouted loudly.
The Saturday morning sun woke the son.
The son saw his mother sleeping beside him; she was naked, like a baby.
The son had never seen his mother's body closely before, because they were always together at night.
His mother was his first and only woman, and her body was wondrous to him.
He sat up and looked closely.
His mother was 38, but the hardships of life hadn't left many marks on her; her body was like
that of a young woman newly married.
His mother was slender, so her breasts weren't large, just a handful, and her nipples were like blueberries.
His mother had a good figure, long legs, not a large bottom, and small, cute feet.
There was a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen.
The son had never seen his mother's private parts before, and he gently parted her legs.
He saw it, for the first time in his life.
It had an ugly beauty, a wicked holiness, like a strangely shaped flower.
His mother's private parts were almost hairless and very clean. The large petals were slightly open, and the small, black petals shyly
peeked out.
The son parted the large petals with his fingers; below the small petals was red, and this strong contrast gave him
a great stimulation.
At the junction of the two small petals, there was a small protrusion.
He saw the sacred flower chamber that had brought him into this world.
The flower held a magical attraction for him; he couldn't resist bending down and beginning to kiss it.
The flower grew increasingly moist and vibrant.
His mother awoke, a wave of pleasure washing over her private parts, but she couldn't see her son.
She had never felt anything like this before, for she had never been kissed on the genitals.
She found the source of her joy. She looked up and saw her son kissing her passionately between her legs.
"No, it's dirty there," she said, somewhat reluctantly.
Her son looked up at her and continued kissing her.
The feeling grew stronger,
and she couldn't help but moan. This climax was more intense than ever before; she felt like she was dying.
She pulled her son onto her, "Come in."
Mother and son were united once more.
The mother felt an unparalleled sense of fulfillment, and the son felt a warm embrace.
The storm passed.
"Where did you learn this from?" the mother asked.
"I didn't learn it from anyone, I just wanted to kiss."
"Silly child," the mother said, a hint of gratitude in her voice. He had given her a feeling she had never experienced before.
The son felt that his mother was very gentle and happy today, and he decided to make her happy often in the future.
Time passed quickly. The mother became pregnant. The mother was happy, but also worried. She was happy that she was finally pregnant with
her son's child, that there was hope for her son's illness; she was worried about whether the child's bone marrow was compatible with her son's, and she also
worried about the child's future. Actually, she should be more worried about herself now, because of the doubts and 　　rumors
about her from relatives, neighbors, colleagues, and friends . 　　 When the mother told her son the news, he was very happy. He had renewed hope for the future, and 　　he felt a great sense of accomplishment because he was going to be a father. Reality was forcing him to mature prematurely. 　　 The mother planned to end her sexual relationship with her son, although her primal desires made her unwilling to do so. 　　 She told her son, but as before, when she saw the disappointment, frustration, anxiety, and anger 　　on his face, she softened. When her son's lips touched her private parts, her body went limp. 　　 Sex was like a drug to her son, a teenager of his age; she could only give it to him now until her pregnant 　　body could no longer bear his passion. 　　 On the day the child was born, the most nervous person was the mother, worried about the child's health. 　　 The child was born, a girl, and everything was fine, which was a great relief to the mother. 　　 The mother's mother and a good friend of the mother took turns caring for the mother, son, and their daughter 　　. 　　 They didn't know the daughter was the son's; the mother told them it was through artificial insemination. 　　 The son was filled with curiosity about this new life. When no one else was around, he would always hold his daughter and make her 　　call him "Daddy." 　　 His mother told him he couldn't do that; she was his sister. 　　 They went to the hospital for a checkup. The child was healthy, and her bone marrow was a perfect match for the son. 　　 They began preparing for the son's surgery. 　　 The day before the surgery, the son asked to go home for a day. The doctor agreed. 　　 They sent their daughter to her mother's mother's house. 　　 The mother understood her son's intentions. 　　 They hadn't made love in a long time; after the baby's one-month celebration, the son had asked several times, but she had refused each time. 　　 But this time, she knew she couldn't refuse again. 　　 As soon as they entered the house, the son pulled her onto the bed, and they quickly became naked. 　　 The son saw the flowers that had haunted his dreams again, and his breathing quickened. 　　 He pounced on her, cupping the flowers in his hands and kissing them. 　　 The mother's orgasm came quickly; she had already climaxed the moment the son touched the petals. 　　 Deep down, she had always longed for it, but reason and ethics had kept her from doing so. 　　 By the time the son entered her, the mother had already had two orgasms. 　　 She forgot everything. She grabbed her son's arm and shouted, "Hurry, hurry!" 　　 Encouraged by his mother, the son became even more frenzied, his passion infecting his mother. 　　 They longed for tomorrow, yet feared it; they treated today as their last. 　　 They embraced, dancing wildly. The mother had never been so uninhibited. They thrust and screamed incessantly 　　, unable to even hear each other's words. 　　 In their frenzy, they reached climax together, the mother feeling her son's semen shoot into her heart. 　　 Before leaving home for the hospital, the son hugged his mother, "I love you." 　　 "Silly child, Mom loves you too." " 　　 Mom, you have to promise me one thing, or I won't go to the hospital." " 　　 What is it? Tell me." 　　 "I want to be with you forever ." 　　 The mother was silent for a moment. "Mom is getting old, I can't stay with you for that long. When you grow up, I'll find a good wife 　　to be with you." 　　 "No, I only want to be with you. I won't find anyone else, you are my wife." 　　 The mother looked into her son's eyes, and he was resolute. 　　 "If you don't promise me, I won't go to the hospital." 　　 The mother's eyes welled up with tears. 　　 The son panicked, "Mom, don't cry!" 　　 "Mom promises you, you must live on." 　　 The mother hugged her son tightly. At that moment, she made a decision, a 　　decision she had hesitated for a long time, a decision that might break her heart. 　　 The son's surgery was successful, and he recovered quickly. He was eager to be discharged, but his mother refused. 　　 On the day of discharge, his mother didn't come to pick him up; his maternal grandmother and a good friend of his mother's, Aunt Zhang, came instead. 　　The son was very disappointed. 　　 Aunt Zhang told him that his mother had gone out of town on business and wouldn't be back for a while, and that he should 　　stay with his maternal grandmother for a few days. 　　 When the son went to his maternal grandmother's, he found that his and his mother's daughter wasn't there either. His grandmother said that his mother had taken her daughter with 　　her. 　　 The son called his mother, but her phone was off. 　　 The son was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He could only hope for his mother's return every day. 　　 Time always seemed to pass very slowly for the son. 　　 There was still no news of his mother. He asked Aunt Zhang, but she had no news of his mother either. 　　 He could only wait. 　　 He had always been a good student, and he was admitted to university in another city.

In college, many of his classmates were in relationships, but he wasn't; he couldn't forget his mother.
He had worries, but he couldn't share them with anyone. So he turned to the internet, started chatting online, and wanted to
find someone to confide in.
He didn't like interacting with people his own age; he preferred chat rooms like "Middle-Aged Life."

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