【Morning Light】[Translation] Part 1

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In the first part of Morninglight,
Jimmy didn't know when he started noticing his mother, Jennifer, and seeing her as a woman
. His first memory was when he was 14. It was a Sunday morning, and he woke up early.
As he passed the bathroom, he glanced through the slightly ajar door and saw her standing inside. She was wearing underwear and a bra
, putting on makeup at the sink, preparing for church.
Jimmy had always thought his mother was beautiful and lovely, but he had never
imagined her as an object of desire. Everything
changed the day he saw her almost naked in blue underwear. Her breasts were of moderate size, firm, and slightly upturned. Her nipples were large, dark
brown, and her areolas were larger than average.
Her small panties clung to her body, outlining her sexy hips, with a captivating cleft in the middle.
She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
He noticed that she didn't seem to have much pubic hair. Although it was foreign to him, he knew that some women
had much longer pubic hair than others. A few weeks later, he got his answer when he peeked at her
showering and saw her carefully shaving her pubic area with a razor blade.
From that day on, Jimmy was completely obsessed with his mother. Even though he knew it was wrong,
he would peep at her whenever he had the chance. He felt ashamed and collected many of her panties, hiding them
under his sportswear in the bottom drawer of his closet. Whenever he felt he wouldn't get caught, he would steal another pair of panties from the laundry basket
and immediately masturbate with them.
Now, Jimmy's only object of masturbation fantasies was his mother. At night, he would lie in bed, covering his penis with her smooth panties
, inhaling the lingering scent, and fantasizing about her body.
As he grew older and learned more about sex, his sexual fantasies changed.
It wasn't just about her body; he imagined his mother kneeling and sucking his penis, imagining her lying on her back with her legs spread apart
, his penis not inside. He fantasized about her kneeling, his penis inside her anus.
Jimmy's voyeurism grew increasingly daring, nearly getting caught several times. He even drilled
a small hole in the bathroom door so he could see her showering or doing other private things.
When Jimmy was 17, his parents separated. He knew their marriage hadn't been
happy for years, so the divorce didn't surprise him, but the sadness was unavoidable, forcing him to decide to
live with his current partner. Jimmy naturally chose to live with his mother.
One advantage of his parents' divorce was that he now completely possessed his mother. He was the man of the house
and naively believed his mother couldn't live without him. He would take on the responsibility of caring for her.
Therefore, when she started dating again, it was a huge blow to him. He felt like he'd been punched hard
; she now had other men. It was obvious that Jimmy didn't like his mother going out and dating,
and he was well aware of it. He was often very rude when she brought her lovers home. He knew his mother
was incredibly nice to all the guys she dated. Jimmy was 18 the year he was graduating high school
. He felt a surge of testosterone, like something was stimulating his hormones. His mother
was dating a guy named Fred during this time. He didn't know his last name, and frankly, he didn't
care.
Jimmy thought their relationship was unrealistic and wouldn't last.
He was proud to have observed that.
One Saturday night, Jimmy waited for his mother to come home as usual. He lay awake,
waiting for her to enter the house, then pretending to be asleep for her goodnight kiss. He loved his mother's scent,
the fragrance of her hair, and her intoxicating perfume. The soft lips on his cheek made him tremble.
That night, he heard the door open and close, but didn't hear his mother come up the stairs. He got up
and tiptoed to the top of the stairs to see what she was doing for so long. When he saw what his mother did,
he felt as if his soul was leaving his body, as if his life was about to end.
Jimmy's mother brought Fred home, and they stood in the living room. Fred held Jennifer close, whispering to her
.
Jimmy listened nervously to their conversation.
"Come on, baby," Fred whispered, trying to kiss Jennifer.
"No, Fred, didn't I tell you Jimmy was home?" Jennifer refused.
Fred wouldn't listen. As he kissed her neck, one hand moved up, grabbing
one of her breasts. "Just once, baby, I'll leave afterward, okay?" Fred pleaded.
"Fred!" Jennifer snapped.
"Please, baby, my dick is so hard, I feel like I'm about to cum in my pocket. You know you
've been teasing me all night. God, I almost came when you were rubbing my dick at the restaurant. You can't just
kick me out like this."
"How should I know," Jennifer said, her voice softening. It was really cruel to him, she couldn't hold back any longer.
When she was aroused, it was hard to control herself. Unfortunately, she was just as aroused as Fred tonight.
She looked up at the bottom of the stairs, as if that would help her make up her mind.
Jimmy stepped back and hid in the shadows, hoping not to be seen by his mother. His penis was already hard,
bulging out of his loose shorts. His heart was pounding, a mixture of jealousy and excitement coursing through him.
When Jimmy peeked down the stairs again, his mother was passionately kissing Fred.
Fred had unbuttoned his mother's blouse and pushed up her bra, one hand grabbing her breast.
Jimmy felt dizzy as he watched his mother's boyfriend fondle her exposed breasts. He saw
the soft, elastic flesh being squeezed and kneaded until it was deformed, the nipples being pinched until they were hard and throbbing. Then he
saw Fred lower his head and suck a nipple into his mouth. He heard his mother moan and saw her
fingers digging into the hair behind his head, pressing his mouth tightly against her breast. She closed her eyes, she...
Her expression betrayed her intense desire.
"Oh... God!" Jennifer groaned, her excitement now beyond control, making her forget
her surroundings. She did
n't stop Fred when his hand reached down to lift her skirt and touch her bare crotch. Jennifer suddenly remembered that she hadn't worn underwear before leaving, as usual—a
mistake. She knew she had deliberately spread her legs in front of him tonight to provoke him. Fred stared,
dumbfounded, at her bare crotch.
Jennifer condemned herself for acting like a slut tonight. She didn't understand why her hormones
were still so high at 34. Maybe it was the divorce and dating again. Or maybe it was
just her age. She'd seen that women in their thirties were at their peak of hormones. She hoped
it wouldn't get any worse, so she wouldn't end up looking for men on the street.
Jimmy saw Fred's hand slip under his mother's skirt. He endured it with difficulty, finally giving up, and pulled his
throbbing penis out of his shorts. He slowly masturbated while watching his mother and her boyfriend
make love in the dimly lit living room.
Fred withdrew his hand from under Jennifer's skirt, then quickly unzipped his pants, pulling his erect
penis out. If the two in the living room hadn't been so engrossed in their lovemaking, they would
have heard a gasp coming from the stairwell.
Jennifer let Fred take her hand and place it on his penis. When she felt the hot,
hard object in her fist, burning her palm, she couldn't help but moan. Her hips began to writhe back and forth, and
vaginal fluid leaked from her vagina, dripping down her thighs.
Fred pushed Jennifer against the wall and roughly pulled her skirt up to her waist.
Then he stood between her legs and said, “Come on, baby, I know you’re excited. You want
it, right? You want my big cock inside you, don’t you? Tell me?” Fred asked.
“Yes, yes, God! Yes, fuck me,” Jennifer said, rubbing the penis in her hand.
“Okay, baby, get ready, I’m going to fuck you,” Fred said, roughly lifting one of her
legs and holding it with his arm. He pinned her against the wall. Then he grabbed his penis and pressed the head against her swollen, excited
labia. “Oh… God! Baby,” he groaned, pushing his swollen head into her warm, wet
vagina.
“Oh…” Jennifer groaned, feeling the huge thing thrusting in and stretching
her vagina, feeling so full inside, she completely surrendered. How could she not give herself to Fred, who had
such a thick penis? It felt so good as it pushed in, filling her completely. Unfortunately,
he wasn't very stamina-wise.
Jimmy saw his mother leaning against the wall, Fred's hips moving back and forth. He could see his
penis going in and out of her wet vagina, sticky with his mother's juices. His hand followed
the rhythm of Fred's thrusts, quickly stroking his penis up and down. He felt like he
was the one making love to his mother, her warm vagina tightly gripping his penis.
"Oh...yes, baby, it feels so good," Fred groaned, quickening his thrusts. He
kissed her again, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth.
Jennifer turned away, panting heavily. "Oh, come on, fuck me, fuck me hard," she
cried out, panting.
"Oh...it feels so good...so deep, your cock is all the way in," she moaned,
almost fainting from pleasure as the large, round glans pressed against her cervix.
Fred began to thrust into her forcefully, nearly lifting her off the floor. "Oh...God, baby," he
groaned, his glans swelling as he ejaculated deep into her vagina.
Jimmy groaned along with Fred, his penis throbbing in his fist. He looked
down and saw his mother's beautiful face, calm yet still filled with intense desire. Suddenly, he couldn't hold back
; his penis erupted, his semen shooting onto the wall across the hallway. He finished ejaculating, trembling, feeling his knees weaken, and slowly slid off the wall to the floor. This was the most incredible and 　　intense orgasm
Jimmy had ever experienced . 　　 "Oh, God, Fred, no, no," Jennifer groaned desperately, feeling his 　　penis thrusting and ejaculating inside her. 　　 "Oh... God! Ah..." Fred hissed, his semen gushing 　　deep into her vagina. Soon, her vagina was filled, semen seeping from between his penis and her labia minora, 　　dripping down her thighs. 　　 Jennifer groaned in disappointment as Fred's penis began to soften and slowly withdrew from her body 　　. Her vagina was still wide open, his semen dripping from inside, down her thighs, and onto her 　　nylon stockings. Usually, she loved this feeling, but now she felt Fred was being selfish. 　　 "I'm sorry, baby, you got me too excited, I couldn't control myself," Fred said, getting up, 　　placing Jennifer's legs on the floor, and then shoving his now-soft penis back into his pants. 　　 “Call me,” he said, immediately kissing her lips before hurrying out of her house. 　　 Jennifer leaned back against the wall, feeling utterly dejected. She thought, “Oh God, how did I end up with 　　such a man? Next time, I’ll definitely find someone who can at least be considerate of my feelings.” She 　　walked up the stairs, feeling lost. 　　 Before his mother came up the stairs, he wiped the semen off the wall with his t-shirt and hurriedly and 　　carefully returned to the bedroom. When she entered his bedroom to kiss him goodnight, he was already in bed, covered 　　only by the blanket. 　　 He pretended to be asleep, waiting for her to kiss his cheek. When her gentle lips touched his face, he could 　　smell her fragrant scent. But there was another smell—a strong, pungent smell of semen. He imagined 　　the semen dripping from her open vulva onto her thighs. He hoped the semen dripping onto her thighs…

If only it were his! Suddenly, his penis became erect, creating a small tent in the sheet,
throbbing as if it were alive.
"Oh!" she gasped softly when she saw the tent in the sheet.
"He must be dreaming, his penis is erect, Jack has had this happen to him before," she thought.
Suddenly, an intense urge surged within her to reach for his penis under the sheet. Without thinking, she slipped her hand
under her skirt and began to rub her swollen, wet labia. She saw it throbbing before her eyes, almost as if she
could feel it.
"God! This is my own son!" she thought, and immediately turned and left the room.
Jennifer rushed back to her bedroom, slumped back onto the bed, feeling empty.
She pulled up her skirt and pressed her hands against her wet vulva. Her fingers slipped into her semen-filled
vagina and began to thrust, feeling a strange pleasure. Jennifer smeared the semen on her fingers onto her swollen clitoris
and quickly rubbed the little fleshy bud.
"Oh...oh..." As her fingers rubbed rapidly, a fantasy arose in her mind. She
could see her handsome lover's head buried between her legs, his lips and tongue teasing her wildly, giving her unparalleled
pleasure. After he satisfied her with oral sex, he got up and inserted his thick penis into her vagina. He
slowly went in and out in the way she liked, each time going all the way in. Before he reached orgasm, he
brought her to orgasm multiple times with his long, thick penis. Streams of semen sprayed into her vagina. Afterwards, her fantasy lover
kissed her body, kissing down to her honey pot. In her fantasy, she grabbed his head,
looked up, and saw a very familiar face.
"Ah, my God! Oh..." She moaned as she reached orgasm, her fingers gripping her thighs tightly
, as if she were gripping her lover's head. Suddenly she realized why she recognized the face between her legs
…it was Jimmy's face! Her hips arched, her body tensed, and waves of trembling ran
down her spine. "Ah…ah…" she moaned, her body trembling.
When Jennifer calmed down, she immediately rolled over onto her stomach, buried her face in the pillow, and cried in shame.
Outside her door, Jimmy had been spying on his mother, watching her masturbate. In his mind, she was giving
him oral sex with his swollen penis in her mouth, her hands squeezing his throbbing testicles. He groaned loudly, ejaculating his
second orgasm of the night into his mother's silky panties.
2
"As a 34-year-old mother, I'm not bad looking," Jennifer muttered to herself, standing in front of the mirror.
She saw a very attractive woman in the mirror, with shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and
freckles near her nose. When Jennifer was younger, she hated them, but now… now they
looked cute. In fact, she thought the freckles made her look much younger. She knew she
was easily mistaken for being in her early twenties. When Jennifer went to bars, she was often asked for ID to prove
she was old enough to drink.
Time had changed her mind. When she was in her twenties,
she would have been furious if asked for proof of age. Now she would proudly pull out her driver's license.
She thought about dressing up as a twenty-year-old at a bar, picking up a young guy, and seeing what would happen
.
As Jennifer continued to look in the mirror, a strange sadness welled up inside her.
She knew that outwardly she presented herself as a confident, ambitious career woman. Although she appeared very energetic,
she didn't actually feel that good about herself. She was conflicted; she wanted both wild, promiscuous sex
and tender, genuine love. She wondered if she could have both.
Since her divorce, she often felt abandoned, lonely, and sometimes depressed.
Her friends told her it was normal and she would be alright. They said she just needed a good man.
She agreed. Having another man in the house might make things better.
She desperately wanted that man to give her that wonderful feeling when she woke up in the morning. On
the other hand, remarriage didn't seem to appeal to her. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to remarry. However,
she was still young, and she knew things should change. Whatever, maybe she could marry a rich guy and start
a new life.
Jennifer had always wanted more children, but Jack strongly opposed it. In fact, Jimmy was an accident
. She didn't even know if Jack would have married her if she hadn't gotten pregnant.
At 16, young and naive, Jennifer gave her love unconditionally to Jack. He was
a handsome and worldly-wise college athlete who made Jennifer feel like she was floating on air. However,
a serious problem arose : she became pregnant during their first sexual encounter in the back seat of his car. Both families
acted hastily, urging them to marry immediately. They disagreed with abortion or giving the child away.
In fact, Jennifer disagreed as well. Although she didn't want to be a mother in her teens, she felt she
shouldn't shirk responsibility. She wasn't a picky woman; she absolutely refused to give up the child or have an abortion.
Therefore, she accepted her parents' arrangement. The wedding proceeded as planned; she was three months pregnant
and her pregnancy was becoming increasingly obvious.
Unfortunately, forced marriages rarely last a lifetime. She and Jack persisted for 17 years, their
worldviews completely different, and with each passing year, they felt as if they were drifting further apart.
Jack desired high society, balls, travel, and he was an opportunist. She wanted
only a simple life, children, a stable home, and a loving husband.
Early in their marriage, Jennifer realized she shouldn't rely on anyone else. She knew that if the marriage fell apart,
she would have nothing but a high school diploma and a child to support.
She used much of her personal time to attend night school and earn a university degree while working as a secretary at a large advertising company
. She was hardworking, her professional skills continuously improved, and she was well-liked by everyone. She now has...
She was successful and earned a substantial income. She was the vice president of a trading company with over 40 employees. Although
the salary was high, the work pressure was immense. She was happy with her efforts, all for her future—a
big house, many children, and a good man.
Jennifer firmly believed that opportunities were equal for women, and she also believed that women had the right to choose their own career
paths. Being a successful woman and a devoted mother wasn't difficult for her.
Then she thought of Jimmy. He had always been a well-behaved child, with excellent grades, never causing her
any trouble. He had grown into a tall, handsome boy, just like his father. He had clear,
bright blue eyes, blond hair, and a smile that captivated her. But more importantly,
Jimmy seemed to understand how to care for and be considerate of people better than his father, Jack. She believed he would make a good husband.
He was indeed very good to her. Since the divorce, Jimmy had helped her in his own way. Whenever she felt
overwhelmed by life and needed his embrace and comfort, he was always there for her. He was incredibly attentive,
always sending her flowers on Mother's Day and her birthday to make her happy, even when she was feeling bored. Why
didn't she find a man like him, she wondered.
Lately, she'd been paying more and more attention to Jimmy.
Unfortunately, Jennifer had given up a lot to pursue her career. She was often away from home,
and although she longed to be with Jimmy, she had to travel for work at least twice a year. This was unfair to Jimmy; he
could only spend time with his friends. However, he never complained, and she could sense a subtle change in him.
He was quieter than before and rarely went out. She also knew he didn't like the men she dated.
This was easy to explain; he was just jealous, which was adorable. But Jennifer's main concern was that
since they moved here a few months ago, Jimmy seemed to have stopped going out. She worried that he didn't have many friends.
He almost never went out and never brought anyone home. She hadn't seen any of his high school classmates either.
Just last week, she found his underwear in his drawer. She wondered why her underwear was there, and
a series of guesses flooded her mind. Jennifer wasn't sure if this was normal, but she knew Jimmy was
at the peak of his romantic fantasies. She felt it might be inappropriate to directly ask him about it, so she decided to leave
the underwear in the drawer for now. She was surprised at herself; she had actually taken off the underwear she was wearing that day,
folded it neatly, and put it in the drawer. 　　 If
her son wasn't just collecting her underwear, then… she didn't dare think any further
. When she turned to leave his room that day, she felt a wetness between her legs.

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