The days of accompanying my mother to study

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My name is Wang Mei, I'm 41 years old, of average appearance, 1.68 meters tall, with a decent figure, slightly overweight, with relatively large breasts and hips. I'm one of the many mothers accompanying their son during his senior year of high school.
My family runs a small shop in the county town. My husband manages it at home. I decided to accompany my son during this crucial year of high school. He attends the No. 1 High School in the city, has excellent grades, plays basketball well, and is 1.85 meters tall. Sometimes when we walk together on the street, I think he's so big, it's
hard to believe I gave birth to him. School district housing is scarce, and because I decided relatively late, two-bedroom apartments were already rented out. With school starting soon, I could only rent a one-bedroom apartment. I thought, what's there to be afraid of with my son? There was already a large bed in the room, so I bought a small folding bed and put it on the other side. My son sleeps in the large bed, and I sleep in the small bed. And so began my life as a mother accompanying her son during his senior year. But this one incident led me down a path I couldn't escape...
? It happened about two months after the start of the semester. Having gotten used to my new place, I didn't consider moving. One night, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I went to bed without eating much. My son, seeing I wasn't feeling well, said, "Mom, if you're not feeling well, sleep on the big bed." Without thinking, I lay down on the big bed and fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a hand groping on my thigh. As it touched, its fingers moved towards my groin. Half-asleep, I thought it was my husband, so I spread my legs slightly. Suddenly, the hand stopped and moved away. Then I heard my son's tentative voice: "Mom, are you feeling better?" "Mom..." I called three or four times. My mind instantly cleared, but I didn't dare answer. What should I do
? My son was touching my thigh. A few days ago, I felt something was off; he kept glancing at my neckline while sweeping. I remember once throwing my stockings, underwear, and dirty clothes in the bathroom, but my son threw them in the washing machine and washed them. He never did housework before. My son's actions pulled me back to reality. Seeing that I didn't move, he slowly climbed onto me. I was wearing a silk nightgown, and tight-fitting underwear underneath. My legs, which had been spread apart, remained so because I hadn't dared to move. My son was supporting himself on the bed with one hand, his body between my legs, and from the sound of his other hand, it seemed like he was taking off his underwear. Oh my god, what was he trying to do? Did he want to sleep with me? I'm his mother! If he got an erection, he could just thrust in and it would be all over me. I know that teenagers have sexual urges towards the opposite sex, but this was completely unexpected. What should I do? What should I do? If I woke up now, would my son be embarrassed? What could I say
? Would this embarrassment create resentment and a rift between us? Before I could even finish my internal struggle, my son's fingers had already pulled my underwear to the side, exposing my vulva to his crotch. I could even feel the heat emanating from his engorged penis. At that moment, instead of fear, I felt a strange sense of anticipation. My son tentatively called out "Mom" a couple more times. I continued to pretend to be asleep. My son began to slowly push his penis forward, rubbing it between my legs but unable to penetrate. I'm quite sensitive, and his rubbing made my legs weak and my teeth itch, but I couldn't move. He changed hands twice before finally finding the right spot, and the glans slid in. Then he slowly pushed it in. At first, I... I frowned. It was too thick. Luckily, I had produced a lot of fluid from the friction earlier, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. But the penis kept pushing all the way to the cervix, and I still couldn't feel my son's scrotum, meaning there was still a part outside. My son slowly and carefully thrust in and out, which was really tough on me. I really wanted to roll over and straddle him. My husband hadn't touched me for two months, and he was always limp. My son's iron-like penis was rubbing against me... Before I could finish thinking, I felt my son's penis swell and ejaculate inside me. Hot semen flowed into my uterus without a single drop. Oh no, today was my fertile period. When my son ejaculated, I could vaguely hear his suppressed roar.
I didn't dare move at all. After a while, I seemed to hear my son's faint snoring. I slowly got out of bed, went into the bathroom without turning on the light, and sat blankly on the toilet. Sometimes at home, with my son shirtless, I had thought about what it would feel like to be on top of him, but just thinking about it would immediately be condemned by reason. But now, my son's semen was inside me, and I could clearly feel it dripping slowly from the inner wall of my vagina. Was this incest? But the desire deep inside me didn't seem to be rejected; it was just a deep sense of guilt. I didn't know what to do.
The next morning, my son woke me up early. When I saw it was already seven o'clock, I hurriedly got up to cook. I felt my son secretly glancing at me while he ate, but I pretended to be nonchalant. I guess he didn't notice anything unusual. I clearly breathed a sigh of relief when he went to school.
After my son left for school, I lay on the bed, my mind still a mess, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I remembered that my son had ejaculated inside me last night, so I quickly went downstairs to the pharmacy and bought birth control pills.
As I was going upstairs, I ran into my neighbor, Sister Zhao, who was also a mother accompanying her son to school. Our sons were in the same class, but he hadn't done well on his exams last year and had to repeat a year. Because we got along well and had a lot of free time, we became good friends within two months. When she saw me in the hallway, she greeted me warmly, saying, "Perfect timing, Meizi! My relatives brought me some live hairy crabs, saying they need to be brushed, but I'm too scared to do it. Come help me out, they're good stuff, make sure the kids have some." I was also free at the time, and my mind was a bit scattered, so I just replied, "Okay, Sister Zhao, I'll be right there." In Sister Zhao's room, we brushed the crabs with toothbrushes and chatted. The conversation eventually turned to the topic of teenage sexual urges. Sister Zhao was quite open and didn't mince words, saying, "My son was watching porn on his phone in the bathroom the other day, and he didn't lock the door. I pushed it open and saw him. He laughed so hard he didn't talk to me for two days, hahaha..." I looked at her incredulously and said, "Won't you feel embarrassed?" "What's embarrassing? It's normal for kids this age. They're curious about this kind of knowledge and need guidance. We need to find a way to communicate with them on this topic and help them develop a correct and healthy view of sex." "It just feels weird," I said. "Just tell me what's weird about it. Let me tell you," Sister Zhao suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Last year, the woman next to me in Building 6, Sister Li, would moan and groan every night. You could hear it in the hallway. There were her and her son in the room. Who do you think was doing it? Sometimes the bed board would slap loudly. Young men have such high energy." "Ah..." I looked at Sister Zhao in disbelief.
"Haha, scared you, huh? I was scared too. I discussed it with her later," Sister Zhao said.
"Discussion, how did you two start this? How's your sex life with your son at night...?" Before I could finish, I felt my face flush. "Hahaha..." Sister Zhao saw my reaction. "Oh my, you're over forty and still shy about this? You're killing me with laughter." "Alright, Sister Zhao, stop teasing me. How did you two discuss this?" "We were just chatting casually. There was a news story about a child who jumped out of a window and died while trying to steal a condom. We started talking about sex education for children, and that's how it started. What I just told you is what she told me." "And what about you, Sister Zhao?" I looked at Sister Zhao with a playful
expression. Sister Zhao looked up at me and laughed. "Oh my, look at you, are you going to tell me what to do?" "Really, Sister Zhao?" I suddenly became serious when I saw Sister Zhao's reaction. "Alright, alright, let's start cooking the crabs." Sister Zhao changed the subject.
This change of topic piqued my interest even more.
Even after the crabs were cooked, I persisted with my questions, and Sister Zhao just smiled, her attitude clearly acknowledging her relationship with her son. Seeing that Sister Zhao had already brought it up, I recounted what happened last night. Of course, I didn't say that my son had penetrated me and ejaculated inside me; I only said that he had touched my buttocks and thighs in bed.
"If he really wants to, just let him. He's your son; you don't need to worry about him gossiping outside. It's your own family; who knows what's going on behind closed doors? Besides, he's in his final year of high school. Don't suppress his feelings because of this. Once he has a girlfriend, he won't care about us 40-something-year-old women anymore," Sister Zhao said.
"I see…"
"Alright, don't think I don't know. You secretly wished he would fuck you the moment he touched you, didn't you?" Sister Zhao scolded mercilessly. "Sister Zhao!" My face flushed instantly.
"Hahaha, still blushing, hahaha…"
"Sister Zhao, don't embarrass me. Tell me when you and your son did it," I asked retaliatoryly. "Oh, look at you, still acting like a little wife," Sister Zhao rolled her eyes at me and continued,
"It was after I found out my son was watching porn. I didn't pay attention to me for two days, and then I was taking a shower. That kid came in naked, with a look of utter despair and a desperate, reckless expression. He hugged me and kissed me. I felt so sorry for him, and that's how he got his way." "Just like that?" I looked at Sister Zhao with a wicked smile.
"Okay, okay, that day happened to be a Saturday. I let him do it seven times in one night. The next day, he could barely stand up. He wanted to do it again first thing in the morning. I had to scold him before he stopped. Are you satisfied now?" Sister Zhao looked at me angrily. I still wouldn't let it go. "So, do you do it every day now?"
"Of course not, about once every three or four days. My principle is to wait until he does well on his exams, but I can't help it." "After all, he's a young man. Of course, he can't help it."
"Actually, I couldn't resist, but as a mother, I couldn't say anything. So I wore some sexy lingerie and pajamas, and naturally, he begged me. Then I cursed him and told him to fuck me." "Hahaha," this time it was my turn to laugh.
We chatted like that for a long time without any reservations. While the children were eating crabs together, we looked at them and smiled.
A week later, I felt suddenly tired again. I felt something was wrong; my son must have drugged me. This couldn't go on. So, as if making a decision, I changed into a sexy nightgown, took off my bra, and lay down on the bed to sleep. After lying there, I thought for a moment, then took off my underwear. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Sister Zhao, explaining the situation. Sister Zhao replied immediately, sounding very excited. Just then, I heard two noises from the bedroom wall. Sister Zhao then sent a message saying, "Did you hear that? I'll give you two some fun later." I didn't know what she was up to, and I drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy.
I was woken up shortly after falling asleep, and just as I imagined, my son was behind me, using his 18-centimeter penis to penetrate my vagina. He was lying on his side behind me, his hands on my waist, thrusting with restraint. At that moment, I seemed to vaguely hear Sister Zhao from next door moaning. Then my son increased the speed of his thrusting. I didn't know if it was the stimulation from the moaning next door or if he was about to ejaculate. Knowing that my chance was running out, I turned around, hugged my son, and kissed him. My son was stunned. My tongue roamed in his mouth, and he ejaculated right then and there. I could feel my thighs covered in hot semen. I whispered in his ear, "You dare to do this to your own mother? You've got some nerve." My son was so scared that he knelt down on the floor with a thud. "Mom, I was wrong. I'll never do it again," I said, getting up. "Look at you, acting like a coward. You're not a real man. You can't apologize to a woman like that in bed." "Come on up, today Mom will teach you how to be a man," she said, pulling him up and taking his still-semen-covered penis into her mouth. I was startled by my own actions. What was wrong with me? Perhaps it was Sister Zhao's words that had prepared me, or perhaps it was the repression of so many years, or the stimulation brought by incest. I felt like a slut.
My son's penis quickly became erect again after I gave him oral sex. This time, without any restraint, he lifted me up, adjusted my position, and pinned me down. His strong muscles made my eyes glaze over. This was my son, but this tall guy, over six feet, couldn't find the entrance to his penis. I moved my buttocks forward, and the brat went in, thrusting all the way in. One second I was laughing at him in my heart, and the next second I couldn't catch my breath. Then came the jackhammer-like thrusting. I was almost suffocating, hoarsely saying, "Slow down, son, slow down... ah... fucking mom to death... ah... ah..." I finally took a deep breath between thrusts, and was about to say to my silly son to slow down when he suddenly thrust in again. My breath turned into a single "ah..." I quickly covered my mouth, thinking, "Oh no, oh no, the whole floor can hear this now." Just then, my son's hot semen rushed into my uterus again, and the heat made me ejaculate.
I had planned to talk to my son about drugging me and about sex all night, and I had prepared all the words, but I completely forgot them because my son barely stopped talking all night.
"Fuck me, fuck me to death, Mom will let you fuck me... ah... good... son... ah... be gentle... ah... Mom is coming again... ah..." "Mom can't take it anymore, please, son, ah..."
I don't know how many times we did it that night. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My son wasn't home; he had already gone to school. I got up, my back felt like it was broken, so I lay back down. I opened my phone and found that Sister Zhao had sent me a lot of voice messages: "Meizi, I didn't expect that someone who is usually so quiet would moan more wildly than me in bed, hahaha." "Your son is so amazing, he's still going on." "Take care of the child's health, it's so late."
"I can't take it anymore, you're making me moan."
"My son woke me up by sucking him, hahaha, this kid looks completely bewildered." "Ah... good son... big dick son... harder... ah..." I read them one by one. It was too crazy, so crazy it was unreal, but my swollen little hole was still throbbing.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
I asked and found out it was Sister Zhao, so I opened the door without changing my clothes.
Sister Zhao came in and looked at me with a wicked smile: "Hahaha, how was it? Someone stayed up all night last night. Did it feel good with your son? Come on, Reporter Zhao, come to my house for an exclusive interview." "My back is killing me, and it still feels weird." "Oh, oh, oh, keep pretending. Don't think I don't know. You had a blast last night, didn't you? You haven't felt like this in decades. Let me tell you, Meizi, this is really addictive." Sister Zhao sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with a look of reminiscence.
"What if my family finds out? What if others find out? I'll be too ashamed to face anyone..." As I spoke, I suddenly felt full of regret.
"Meizi, I can't guide you on this. Everyone's level of acceptance is different. This is a tempting trap. You have to weigh the pros and cons yourself." "Oh no, Sister Zhao, you and I made such a commotion last night. Won't the two kids know about us..." I suddenly thought. "My son is fine. I tell him everything, and he's quite sensible. Don't worry, he won't say anything." "Then what will he think of me when he finds out?" I looked at Sister Zhao helplessly.
"Haha, what do you think? You have such a great figure, those breasts... tsk tsk tsk, maybe my son already has his eye on them. That kid has a big appetite, who knows what might happen in the future..." Sister Zhao said jokingly, her eyes darting all over me.
"No way, my son needs to know about you two too. Make a big fuss at night so I can find a chance to tell him," I said defiantly. "Haha, okay, okay, I'll be waiting... hahaha." And that's how my life as a high school tutor began. I discovered that many tutoring mothers were so happy, which opened a new world for me. Students swapped mothers, and some mothers got pregnant with their sons' babies without knowing which classmate's child they were with. I went too, but not with my own son, because I always felt it wasn't right to be played with by others in front of my son. So, after swapping sons with Sister Zhao, I went to swap with other mothers and sons.
Of course, there were also many unhappy things. A mother in building number four of our complex, whose son had a classmate—who I guess had had that kind of contact with before—had a sexual encounter with her son that day. Her son wasn't home, so the classmate went to her house. After they had sex, the classmate tied her to the bed. Later, the classmate only invited one friend to join them, but this friend was no pushover; he filmed it and brought a large group of people. I don't know the exact number, but they stayed in the house for two days and three nights. According to those who know, when they left, the mother's body and face were covered in marker graffiti: "slut," "whore," "sex toy," and her signature. All the unprotected sex involved internal ejaculation; her vagina couldn't close properly, her vulva and anus were swollen like two buns, and her breasts and buttocks were covered in bruises. They probably couldn't continue anymore, so they left. Her son was tied up in a corner and witnessed the whole thing. Later, they moved away and disappeared.
Everyone was scared, and for a long time, there were no more instances of them taking turns having sex. However, Sister Zhao and I trusted each other.
Our children have now graduated from university, and we still keep in touch.

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