After my husband had health problems

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Weide rolled off me, drenched in sweat, his face pale and his eyes unfocused.
"Amin, I'm sorry,"
I said, completely flustered. For the second time since we slept together, Weide had failed to
get an erection .
I was only seventeen when I met Weide; I was a sophomore at a nursing school in the city. That
weekend on my way home, I inexplicably collided with his motorcycle. Surprisingly, I wasn't the one injured. To
avoid me, Weide drove his motorcycle into the river. He surfaced and swam ashore quickly to check
if I was hurt. I only had a minor scrape on my leg, but I was terrified by his blood-soaked appearance and burst into
tears. He rushed me to the hospital. I was fine, but he needed six stitches.
That year, Weide was 23, with bright eyes and long legs. He had just graduated from university in
the city, majoring in civil engineering, but couldn't find a job. So he went into business
for a contractor from the south, selling building materials.
A few days later, Weide came to my school, bringing many of the
snacks , saying he'd come to calm me down after the fright he'd caused that day. I noticed he was
limping a little as he pushed his motorcycle.
He kept coming to "calm me down," always bringing something. Before long, he spoiled me
rotten.
At eighteen, in his rented room, I gave him my first time.
Not long after graduating the following year, I couldn't refuse to marry him; I was pregnant with Weiwei. Although my parents, both
teachers strongly opposed our marriage, the fait accompli left them
speechless.
Weide's behavior when asking my parents to let me marry him was remarkable. He said he wanted to ensure I had no regrets in my
life , only happiness and joy. At that time, I was naive;
I didn't care about anything else as long as I could be with the one I loved.
After Weiwei was born, Weide desperately tried to fulfill his promise, and he did.
Years later, he owned his own building materials company, and later the largest building materials market in the area.
Our house, which had been under my parents' eaves, became a villa in the suburbs,
and the little motorcycle that hit me that year was replaced several times by a Mercedes-Benz.
What pleased me most was that his love for me didn't change because of his wealth. He repeatedly told me that
if he had to choose between his career and me, he would rather be penniless than give me up. These words still move
me to this day.
He truly lived up to that. No matter how busy he was or how many social engagements he had, as long as he was in the area, he would never stay
out overnight and would always return to me and our son, no matter how late it was. He said he couldn't bear to see me alone in an empty house. There was also
an even more important reason: he wanted to have sex with me. He said he enjoyed having sex with me.
To be honest, during the first few years of our marriage, I was quite afraid of this important matter between husband and wife. The first time Weide
entered my body, I felt like he was tearing me apart. He comforted me by saying that all girls feel
this way the first time. But the second, the third, and the nth time, I still couldn't bear it. Yet I couldn't resist his
caresses; his hands and mouth seemed to possess a magic power, always making me willingly endure the pain in my dazed state. Later,
when I talked about this shameful matter with my close friends after our marriage, I learned the reason was him. He was indeed too magnificent and robust, to the point that
my friends laughed at me, saying I should be grateful to have such a husband. I could only smile bitterly.
The situation improved after Weiwei was born. I gradually became able to adapt to his size. Perhaps it was because
the naturally stretched my birth canal, or perhaps it was because I slowly got used to being ravaged by him for a long time. In this
respect, my mother was right: the most important matter in a marriage should be pleasure, not pain. It will get
better .
The scene of my first orgasm is still vivid in my mind: it was after Weiwei was weaned, I had
an IUD inserted at our hospital, and we didn't have sex for almost a month. Weide couldn't take it anymore. There was a building materials
industry , something he usually wouldn't attend. This time, he said
it was cruel to be at home facing such a delicious feast of food and color, yet unable to eat it, so he might as well go out for a stroll. I couldn't bear to see him go
to bed with that huge thing erect every day and get up with that huge thing erect, so I let him go. Unexpectedly, the meeting, which was supposed to be over in a week, lasted
for two weeks and still wasn't over. It felt like we had never been apart for so long, and I actually started missing his huge thing
. That night, we were talking on the phone late at night, and we both got emotional. When he said that he was alone in a hotel,
thinking about me so much that his genitals were swollen and he couldn't sleep, I seemed to see that
thing , dark and erect as if it were standing right in front of me. Suddenly, I wanted it so much,
and a lot of water gushed out. When I told him that I was wet, he became even more excited, and then he described to me our
past times of making love. The more he talked, the wetter he got, and the more unbearable it became for me. I almost cried, saying that I missed him and wanted him.
He went home the next day, not even finishing his drive. He took a flight back around 9 PM. As soon as he entered the door, he
grabbed me and kissed me passionately. Usually, it would take him almost half an hour to barely get me in, but that
day
I was aroused almost instantly. As he carried me to the room, I smelled his sweat, which was so intoxicating. I could feel my vaginal canal convulsing and trembling, and waves of fluid had
never flowed out so much. When he took off my underwear, Weide said he almost wanted to thank God. He
said my vulva was swollen and unusually red, my entire crotch was covered in love fluid, and
my vaginal opening was swollen and cracked. That time, for the first time, when his huge and hard member penetrated my lower body, I
didn't feel pain, only fullness and satisfaction. For the first time, I dared to spread my legs wide, hooking them around his
waist, letting him thrust in and out freely. For the first time, as he thrust forcefully, I held him and whispered in his ear
that I liked being fucked like this. Wade said these were my exact words. He said
he was almost dying of excitement when I told him I liked being fucked like that. The climax came so uninhibitedly. For the first time, I felt how wonderful
men were, how strong their bodies were. For the first time, I felt
how comfortable and joyful it could be to be a woman. For the first time, I understood that a man's penis truly is the best gift God has given to
women . I didn't even feel Wade
's ejaculation because my vaginal cavity had already contracted in pleasure when he did.
From then on, I became obsessed with this most beautiful thing in the world. It woke me up almost every day.
What I felt was his or my own burgeoning and intense desire, and what kept me fast asleep every night was also what kept me awake.
We were experiencing another first marriage and another honeymoon with Weide. We decided to send Weiwei to my mother's so
we could have some complete alone time. Weiwei was two years old that year, I was twenty-one, and Weide was twenty-seven.
For the next few years, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I lived in paradise. Every day, I would draw
nourishment from Weide's body before going to work, and what I loved most was coming home early after work, cooking dinner, waiting for my husband
to come home, and putting our son to bed early in the evening. Then it was our special day. Weide was capable
and had a wide variety of techniques, and every position and innovation thrilled me.
But we both forgot that people get old, yes, especially men.
Weiwei was already sixteen. Looking at her husband, panting beside her, I couldn't see his expression,
but I could feel his fear and helplessness. Meanwhile, I was still caught in a whirlpool of desire; my fire had
just ignited, but Weide's had been extinguished. I forced myself to endure the unbearable cramping and itching in my lower body. I hugged Weide
: "It's okay, honey, you've been too tired lately, and it's so hot,"
I whispered comfortingly in his ear. My hand reached between her husband's legs. That thing that once made me so happy and
proud was now completely shrunken, still large, but limp and powerless. My hand
cupped it, skillfully stroking and kneading. I still hoped he could regain his virility, because I wanted it; I was in
unbearable pain.
"How could this happen? Ah Min, I'm so scared. I really can't do it anymore."
"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're just too tired. Get some rest. I love you."
I gently massaged my husband's limp penis, feeling a little disappointed. "Ah Min, I'm sorry. I know you
must be feeling really bad right now. I'm sorry,"
Weide said, somewhat incoherently.
"Honey, it's alright. We don't have to be immortals every day, right? I love you, honey."
I almost gave up hope and gently kissed his neck.
Weide was really tired and actually fell into a deep sleep. But I opened my eyes wide. This was the second time.
It was the same last night. As usual, we went to bed around eleven o'clock. Weide
was in a bad . A Fujian businessman who had been supplying him for many years had dealt him a heavy blow. All the wall and floor tiles
and paint were found to be substandard when the project was handed over. What's worse, these materials had already been used on the tallest
building in the city. In addition to rework and compensation for losses, there was also a protracted lawsuit to fight.
Weide had been busy for several days.
After we got into bed, I noticed he wasn't as passionate as usual. I tried to persuade him to rest, but Weide refused
with his hands . His hands were too familiar with my body; after a few gentle touches on my genitals, I became
wet.
"Look, wife,"
my husband said, pulling his fingers out of me. His fingers were wet and glistening, and he had drawn out a
long . Weide put his fingers to my lips, and I murmured something, opened my mouth, and sucked on
his fingers. My husband's mouth followed, and our tongues intertwined. The love fluid was salty, with
a lewd taste, making my vaginal canal twitch involuntarily. My hand reached between my husband's legs. He was erect,
his penis large and hot, which excited me even more. I rubbed that lovely, massive thing, then rolled over and half-lay on top of him,
raising my wet vulva and rubbing it back and forth against his thighs. "You little slut, you've gotten my legs all
wet "
my husband teased, arching his legs slightly to support my rubbing vulva.
"Honey, I want it,"
I whispered, blushing. My slender hand grasped his penis and gently shook it.
But I felt something was wrong. My husband's penis was usually rock hard by now, but
today it seemed different. Although it was erect, it wasn't as hard as usual. But at that moment, I couldn't care less
about that . My vagina was itchy and swollen, constantly leaking wetness. I wanted to climb on top of my husband
, but Weide stopped me, smiling apologetically, "Baby, let me do it, it doesn't seem very hard."
My face flushed, I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear,
"It's okay, it'll get rock hard as soon as you're inside."
"Really? Why?"
My husband chuckled, leaning over me.
I held his large member, gently rubbing it back and forth on my wet, sticky vulva. I loved
the feeling of my husband's huge penis head rubbing against my labia and clitoris. I felt even more unbearable,
my vagina burning hot.
"Because I'll grip you tightly. Good husband, come in."
I panted, my already open vaginal opening gushing with thick love juice, eagerly swallowing my husband's
large glans. I squeezed the base of his not-so-hard penis, and more blood rushed into the glans.
I felt the glans, which was stretching open my vaginal opening, gain weight, tightly and fully filling
the front half of my vaginal cavity. I couldn't help but groan
, "Ah, good husband, it feels so good."
As my vagina was slowly stretched open, the itching deep inside me became even more unbearable. I let go,
hugged my husband's firm buttocks, and gently pressed down, wanting him to go deeper. However,
the penis, no longer held tightly by me, seemed to lose weight all at once. After my husband pressed his penis all the way into my cavity, I felt
that tight, full feeling of being filled was gone. I couldn't help but anxiously tighten the muscles of my lower body,
wanting to feel his strength and thickness, but I was disappointed.
"Wife, it's not working, I feel like I'm shrinking,"
Weide shouted anxiously. I also felt that there was almost nothing inside my lower body. Of course, I was unwilling to give up, burning with desire
. I hurriedly raised my head and looked at my private parts. Oh my god, my husband's penis was completely
inside me! I tried to contract my vaginal muscles, but it was no use; I still couldn't feel his presence.
"Don't worry, husband, come on, get off."
Looking at my anxious husband, I suppressed my burning desire. My husband had just gotten off me, and I quickly
moved to his abdomen. Oh my god,
what happened to that thing that used to terrify me and then I loved so much? My husband's penis had indeed shrunk into a soft, loose ball. I held that soft
thing and, almost without hesitation, opened my mouth and swallowed it. I don't really like oral sex;
I can't explain why, but occasionally we play these little games when we're both excited. My husband's...
My penis was covered in my sticky love juice, with that unique smell of a woman's secretions when she's in heat.
This smell always excited Weide, and I didn't find it offensive. I carefully wrapped my tongue around my husband's
still large glans, even though it had softened, and licked its smooth surface back and forth. Then I pursed my lips, took
the soft thing into my mouth, and began to stroke his penis. Usually, when I did this, my husband's penis was
hard and huge, always filling my mouth to the brim, almost making me feel a little uncomfortable. But this time, I
swallowed it completely with such ease. I lay on his lower abdomen, my hands gently
roaming over his belly. My eyes were fixed on my husband. I knew that my expression at that moment was somewhat seductive. My husband
said that I was particularly sexy when I was seducing him or when he seduced me, seductive to the bone. I used everything I knew,
or everything we usually liked, the actions, looks, and feelings that could most arouse desire between two people, to try to awaken
my husband's numb sex organs, but in the end, I couldn't. I can't say how long it took, until my husband
apologetically cupped my face and moved me away from his genitals. I knew this time he truly couldn't
be awakened by me anymore.

That

night, we barely slept. I heard Weide tossing and turning all night.
But today, we repeated the same mistake.
Perhaps this wasn't due to exhaustion. I had to admit that my husband's body might not be
as strong and powerful as I had imagined. I couldn't help but feel afraid; what would I do then?
The next morning, however, my husband gave me a pleasant surprise. The desires of the night remained unfulfilled, making my
sleep extremely restless. I woke up early and, as usual, snuggled into Weide's arms.
As I lifted my leg to drape it over his abdomen, I immediately felt that hard erection that hadn't returned for two days. I woke up instantly,
instinctively reaching down. Sure enough, I grasped Weide's erection in the way I found most intoxicating and delightful.
Overjoyed, I gently squeezed and rubbed my husband's erect penis. My desire surged from my lower abdomen and
instantly spread throughout my entire body. I couldn't help but nestle my flushed face against my husband's neck,
rubbing against his ear and whispering almost inaudibly, "Honey, you're ready, so hard, I want it."
Weide didn't seem fully awake yet, but he was quickly roused by my passion. Confirming that he was fully
erect, my husband also became more alert.
"Come on, my slutty wife, look how impatient you are after just two days without my feeding."
"Mmm," I coyly protested, but then rolled over and lay on my husband's chest.
I felt truly aroused; there was no foreplay, just the erection of my husband's penis.
I was immediately completely wet, my juices overflowing between my legs. That small area below my abdomen was hot and itchy, the tingling
sensation unbearable. I slightly lifted my lower abdomen, my slender hand reaching between my husband's legs, gently
grasping that familiar, thick, and hot penis. At that moment, I was truly a little dazed.
"If a woman really didn't have such a treasure, how could she endure life?"
Without my hand even helping to search, my genitals were already impatiently exploring my husband's
penis. I didn't even need to look to know how wet and swollen my genitals were due to desire.
Because I almost effortlessly swallowed my husband's thick penis. As the swollen head of the man's penis pierced
my sensitive vaginal opening, I cried out,
"Honey, you're done, it's so good, I love it, mmm, it's so big. It feels so good."
I let go, supporting myself on Weide's chest, my slender waist moving my plump buttocks, thrusting down forcefully,
almost reaching the very end. This was the penis I wanted, so hot, so thick and long,
filling the space between my lower body completely. I swayed my hips, skillfully moving on him.
I was sure I would reach orgasm soon, because the sensations below were getting better and better, more and more
sensitive . My husband's penis was slippery and hot, thrusting left and right inside my vaginal cavity as I stroked and twisted,
giving me immense pleasure. Weide was also infected by my emotions; he reached out and grasped my breasts, which
were drooping , his fingers skillfully teasing my nipples, which were already swollen and hard from excitement. He
stretched his penis as straight as he could, letting me feel its strength and hardness inside my cavity. I felt increasingly happy,
increasingly wanting to fly.
However, disaster struck again. Just as I was about to climax, and needed the man beneath me to
maintain his hard erection, I suddenly felt my husband's penis inside my vagina soften. I
struggled, almost pleading with Wade, "No, husband, wait for me, just a little longer, please
, husband."
My pain and pleas were in vain. I could clearly feel it rapidly shrinking and
softening , and that softening male organ instantly pulled me back from the edge of pleasure.
I opened my eyes and found Wade closed them in pain. Apart from the sensation of the wet, sticky love fluid
, I could no longer confirm his presence.
"What happened? What happened?"
My tears finally fell. I weakly buried my face in my husband's chest, sobbing.
I couldn't hear a word of comfort or self-reproach my husband said. I knew clearly that his
body had changed; it might not be from fatigue or stress, but from a medical condition. I told Weide firmly that
if it was an illness, we needed treatment.
My husband was even more anxious than I was. For nearly six months, we visited
authorities and experts in this field all over the country, trying almost every available treatment—physical therapy, drug therapy. But Weide's
condition didn't improve. His symptoms weren't erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, or anything else. Doctors said it was very
rare , similar to a lack of sexual sensation—in short, sexual weakness or
impotence caused by natural aging. Currently, there's no cure, or perhaps aphrodisiacs could offer some temporary relief, but that's like drinking poison to quench thirst. Not only
do they not cure the disease, but they are also extremely harmful to the body.
We were almost in despair. Weide's health deteriorated further; he used to be able to get an erection occasionally. In less than a year,
he became completely unable to get an erection. During that time, we practically lived in hell. We both became afraid
to go home, afraid to go to bed, afraid of anything related to sex or anything that could be associated with sex. When I was alone, I would
involuntarily cry. Was my life, the beautiful life I had once loved and longed for, really going to end like this
? I was unwilling to accept it, but what could I do? On the surface, Weide seemed unchanged from the past...
He used to have a ruddy complexion and a strong, healthy body, but I could sense he was aging rapidly. In less than a year, he had
gray hair, and he was only forty-one.
I tried to stop focusing on it. I told Weide I loved him, loved our son, and loved our family. I told him
not worry about his sexual performance, and even if he were paralyzed and unable to care for himself, I wouldn't abandon him.
Weide cried that day. He said he could never keep his promise, that he couldn't make me happy. He said
if I was in unbearable pain, he would find happiness on my own, his only request being that I not let him
know and not leave him or our family. Because he loved me and our family. We cried in each other's arms,
and I vowed never to do anything to betray him.
"We will both grow old," I said, "but we still have our son, my husband. Isn't our son always our
hope and our greatest love? Don't worry, besides you and our son, there is no one else in this world I care about."
In helplessness, pain, and despair, the days continued. I poured more energy into my work and
into my son.
Weide had no other choice. His workload increased, and he worked almost day and night, neglecting sleep and meals. Because of his
focus, the company escaped its predicament, and business flourished. He said he wanted to leave his son a well-run,
virtuous cycle of strong financial resources, and he was willing to do anything for that.
However, in our sex life, we began to avoid each other. At first, we went to bed one after the other, but gradually
Weide started spending the night in the study, and later, he sometimes stayed at the company. He, who used to dislike business trips,
began to travel occasionally, sometimes for several days at a time. He had no choice because, although he was impotent, his
normal male libido remained. Every time he wanted to but couldn't, he was in agony. To cater to my
sexual desires , he would sometimes caress me. He was skilled and experienced, and his hands and mouth
could sometimes bring me to a pure physical orgasm. But when I saw
the look of wanting but being unable to caress me, I felt like I was torturing him. So I started intentionally or unintentionally refusing or avoiding it.
Later, when Weide went on a business trip to the south, he brought me back an imported vibrator. It looked exactly like Weide's penis
when he was erect and not sick, except the color was different. Weide's penis
was dark when aroused, while the vibrator was a slightly yellowish flesh color, but it was almost the
same . Although it wasn't as vivid and passionate as a real male genitalia, it still made me sometimes
have involuntary fantasies. After inserting the batteries, you just had to turn on the switch on the back, and the glans would
vibrate and rotate gently. It was truly unbelievable.
At first, I disliked that thing; seeing it always reminded me of Weide's body. And it always made me
involuntarily sad. But later, after several of Weide's business trips, when I was unbearably sexually aroused, I couldn't help but
take out that thing. I tried lying on my back, spreading my legs, inserting it
into my body, and turning on the power. Although it vibrated and rubbed inside me, I could never concentrate my sensations on my genitals. I always
felt something was missing. Later, I realized that when I made love with Weide, I liked to be on the bottom, with my legs
wide apart, sometimes propped up on the bed, sometimes holding them with my hands, sometimes on Weide's arms,
and sometimes I would raise my legs high, hanging them on his shoulders, waist, and hips. But no matter the position, what intoxicated
and pleased me was not just Weide's huge penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. It was
the weight of his body, his scent, even his rapid breathing. At that moment, we were interacting, we were connected on a spiritual level
. But how
could ? So I changed my approach. I would first use the vibrating glans to rub against my
vulva . My clitoris is quite sensitive, and the glans of the dildo was extremely realistic, soft yet
firm, just like a man's engorged glans when aroused. Moreover, the vibration frequency was very high, something the human body
couldn't achieve. Although there was no burning sensation, stimulating my clitoris with it still
excited me greatly. Afterward, I would become even wetter, with so much secretion in my vaginal cavity that it overflowed, and my vagina
would start to itch, wanting something to fill it up. At this point, I would bend down, stick my buttocks up
a bit, grasp the dildo, and place it between my legs. I would then be completely aroused and open, inserting the dildo into
my body with almost no effort and feeling very comfortable. I would close my eyes, imagining various
scenarios of having sex with my husband, slowly moving the rapidly vibrating thing in and out of my vaginal cavity, while one hand kneaded my
already erect nipples. I could feel my love juices slowly dripping down the thing I was holding as I moved it
in and out of my hand. Soon my hand became sticky, and I could smell
the unique scent emanating from my groin, just like the scent my husband gave me when he thrust inside me.
A moment later I felt my orgasm approaching. The pleasure
accumulated in my sensitive vaginal cavity from the vibrations of the thing and the stimulation of my thrusting, growing stronger and stronger. I even started moaning loudly, all my muscles
tensing, as if I were really having sex with a man. I felt my nipples becoming increasingly firm and hard, and
my hand holding the thing was covered in slippery, lustful fluid. I could even feel my vaginal sphincter contracting,
because the thrusting felt more strenuous but also more pleasurable, just like when I was close to orgasm with Wade
, he always said that there were many little hands inside my vagina scratching and gripping him. The climax came swiftly and
intensely . After the final thrust, I felt my lower body instantly tighten,
gripping the dildo inside my vagina. I felt dizzy and incredibly happy.
Unlike , I could clearly feel my vaginal sphincter contracting powerfully with each thrust. More vaginal fluid
gushed out. I couldn't help but cry out. Afterwards, I couldn't believe my eyes; I
had released so much fluid, leaving a large wet patch where I had just been lying. As I blushed and cleaned up
the thing that had brought me so much pleasure, I realized that it wasn't as ugly as I had imagined
. The dildo, soaked with my vaginal fluid, still held my body heat and had a slightly glistening appearance.
It resembled the penis that Weide had been thrusting into when I was aroused, covered in my love juices,
glistening in the same way.
Afterwards, I felt somewhat guilty. I felt it was a kind of betrayal. I had never tried masturbating alone before
. After I gave myself to Weide when I was eighteen, he had always done it for me. I never imagined that
masturbation could be so thrilling and exhilarating.
But a nagging unease lingered in my mind; I felt that reaching orgasm through sex with someone or something other than my husband was
a betrayal. This feeling subsided only after I told Weide about it and he repeatedly tried to comfort me.
Later, Weide also used that device on me, and I still felt pleasure, but I couldn't bear to see
the intense desire in his eyes as I enjoyed the pleasure.

Three

days passed slowly, filled with helplessness and pain. Weide still didn't share my daily life, and
the temporary pleasure the vibrator brought was quickly overwhelmed by reality. Every day was a repetition of yesterday, which made me
feel bitter and depressed.
Today, I went to tea with a close friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Ruyi is my classmate and a rare
confidante . Under the dim lights of the tea room, I repeatedly thought of telling her about what I'd been through over the past year,
but I didn't. It wasn't just my problem. It concerned Weide's reputation and dignity, and I couldn't
bring myself to speak of it .
"Amin, what's wrong with you lately? You seem so troubled, and you look older than the last time I saw you, you know
?"
I was startled. Really? Have I really aged?
"No way, I'm still the same,"
I said, trying to cover it up.
"No, something's wrong. I can tell. You're not happy."
I was speechless.
"What's wrong? Is Weide treating you badly? He... he has a mistress."
"No, no, don't talk nonsense. He's very good to me." "
Then what happened? It's hard to believe. Weide is a rare breed of good man these days. He
loves you so much, I don't think he would do anything to betray you. Besides, what young woman can
compare to you? Look at your skin, your figure, no one would believe you're
the mother ."
Ruyi laughed, teasing me.
"Sigh, I've aged, just like you said,"
I said wistfully.
"I feel powerless to do anything anymore."
"No, no, I wasn't saying you were old. How should I put it, you seem to have
a lot . It's like, it's like you're not the cheerful little Amin I used to know."
"Do people always get old? You are too, we're both thirty-six."
"Hehe, not old at all, not old at all. Don't they say 30 is like a wolf and 40 is like a tiger? We are exactly like that."
Ruyi laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about? Look at you, you're being inappropriate again." I pretended to be angry.
"Really, Amin, I'm not kidding. These past few years, I don't know what's wrong with me, but my desire for that kind of thing seems to be
getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes we've just done it the night before, but when I wake up in the morning, I want it again. Even Daming says
I'm like I'm in heat. Haha, sometimes I suppress it, I don't dare to want too much. Even with his strong constitution, he ca
n't withstand the constant torment."
My heart skipped a beat. Is it because Weide and I were too unrestrained in the past
that Weide is like this? "I told my Daming, even if we dress poorly and eat poorly, we can't be careless about this
. A person lives a long life..." "Isn't it easy? It's not easy to find such a pleasurable business that requires no investment
. We must cherish it! Hehe, don't laugh at me, but what do raises, transfers, or
criticisms matter? Every day I go home, lie down on the bed, let my husband do what he wants,
and hey, all my unhappiness disappears. The next day I go to work full of energy."
My tears almost fell. Who can deny it? Before, I sometimes thought it was just a pleasure, but
I always thought it wasn't as important as eating and dressing. Now that it's gone, I realize it's
much more important than eating and dressing.
"Hey, your Weide's body is so strong, he must have given you plenty of pleasure. My deadbeat husband,
these days he sometimes goes on strike for no reason, and when I'm angry, it's really unbearable. So
, now my job is to take good care of his body. I buy him whatever good food he wants, and whatever's
good for a man's...things, I get the recipe and cook it for him. And you know what? Sometimes it really works. He
doesn't complain about aches and pains anymore, haha. At night, as soon as we get into bed, a little bit of activity and he's swollen up
like a little club, it's so adorable. Haha."
Ruyi chuckled softly, but my heart was filled with mixed emotions, a bittersweet mix. Was it
my fault? When I was with Weide, I never offered to cook for him. We just had simple, everyday meals,
and I never thought of doing that. I always thought his body was made of iron, but now, what can I
do?
I almost cried. I quickly lowered my head, pretending to drink tea. I'm still not good enough as a woman.
Ruyi rambled on and on, but I barely heard a word. It was almost ten o'clock when we parted,
and she was called away by her husband. I couldn't hear much on the phone, but after a few words, Ruyi
smiled brightly and whispered, "Then you wait for me obediently in bed."
I shook my head. What age are you? Still so clingy.
"I'm leaving. My husband's getting impatient at home. Hehe, Amin, you should go back too, or Weide
will probably call you soon."
"Hurry back, look at how eager you are, like you've never been with a man before,"
I teased her. Ruyi laughed, "Second honeymoon, we should cherish it."
After getting home, I went into the bathroom and carefully examined my body in front of the large bathroom mirror. It had been a long time since I'd looked at my body so
closely . Am I really getting old?
The woman in the mirror was voluptuous and fair-skinned. Childbirth hadn't changed my figure much. My breasts
were still pear-shaped, slightly upturned, just like before. Perhaps they were larger than before, but my nipples
were bigger and more sensitive from breastfeeding; the slightest stimulation would make them erect. My areolas were also larger
, though not as sensitive as my nipples, but when aroused, many small bumps would appear on them, and
gentle caresses felt very pleasant. My shoulders were still rounded and smooth, my slender waist almost unchanged, though it
seemed , but my waistline hadn't increased. My hips were full and rounded, and my legs were still long
and white. Did I look old like Ruyi had said?
I moved closer, examining myself in the mirror. Did my face bear the marks of time?
The woman in the mirror had a clear and deep sorrow, and in that instant, I saw crow's feet appearing at the corners of her eyes.
Was that really my face? Pale and lifeless, unlike Ruyi's radiant spirit. What happened?
Yes, that's what Ruyi said—it's the lack of a man's love. How can a woman
be radiant without sex? Tears welled up in my eyes instantly. Only then did I realize that it
wasn't just about pleasure. It was an essential element for maintaining a family and a couple. Without
the union of body and soul, without the man's penis stirring inside the woman's body, without the
primal, surging passion and desire between a man and a woman, life is stagnant. But what about me? What should I
do?

It

was very late, and Weide still hadn't come home. I didn't call him; I knew that even if I did, he would say he
had a lot to do and wouldn't be coming back. I went to bed. It was early winter, and the heating was on in the house.
It was warm and cozy, giving me a feeling of spring. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. I thought about
Ruyi's words; some of them made me blush and my heart race. I couldn't know what it was like for other couples in bed
, but it was probably similar to ours. But then I suddenly wondered
if also liked to lift Ruyi's legs high and thrust forcefully against her snow-white belly.
Or perhaps, like Weide, he liked to have Ruyi lie face down on the bed or a chair, and then he would lie on top of her buttocks
and have sex with her. Or maybe Ruyi, like me, liked to sit on her husband Daming's lower abdomen and writhe on
top of him? The thought of Ruyi's unusually full, protruding, snow-white buttocks
writhing on a man's stomach, her long black hair flowing, or perhaps she was moaning—of course, she was happy. Maybe Ruyi
was already doing it now.
God, I couldn't think any further. I felt waves of heat surging from my lower abdomen throughout my body. My
cheeks were burning hot, and my groin was already wet and throbbing. I reached for my chest; my breasts
were swollen, firm, and round. I pinched my nipples; they were already like hard pebbles. I squeezed
my legs together, the wetness of my genitals making me feel ashamed.
Desire surged into my brain instantly, leaving no time for thought. Instinctively, I took the dildo I'd bought from the bedside table
drawer . I didn't use it often, but after each use, I would
clean it thoroughly and put it back in its original box in the lower drawer of the bedside table. I
struggled to remove the nightgown from my body, leaving myself naked. Spreading my legs, my hand reached between my thighs;
they were covered in sticky, sticky vaginal fluid. My clitoris was already erect, exposed outside my labia,
so hard.
I turned on the vibrator in my hand, and it buzzed as it spun. I spread my legs and pressed it
against my thirsty, forbidden vulva. The rotating glans vibrated against my clitoris. I arched
my back, pushed my legs hard against the bed, and offered my vulva, just like when I made love with my husband. I held
the vibrator and rubbed it up and down inside my swollen labia. Especially the clitoris and vaginal opening, those
were the most sensitive areas.
Slowly, I felt fluid flowing down my buttocks, my vagina felt urgently empty,
and it started to itch. I rolled over, panting, and inserted the vibrator into my lower body. I saw that the bed
was already wet. This time I didn't wait. I immediately aimed the head of the vibrator at my open vaginal opening,
slowly pressed my buttocks down, and the vibrator slowly penetrated my long-awaited lower body. I opened my mouth,
panting , and gently rotated my wrist, letting the vibrator move in and out of my vagina. My breasts were also painfully
swollen. I reached out and pinched one nipple, rotating it and squeezing it.
The pleasure gathered more and more clearly inside my vagina, slowly spreading throughout my body. Each thrust and
rotation of the vibrator intensified this pleasure, and I began to breathe rapidly and moan loudly. At
the moment of climax, my mind went blank, but the pleasure was so real and overwhelming. Coming to my senses,
I realized the door to my room wasn't closed.
But I remembered closing the door before getting into bed; perhaps I hadn't touched it. I lazily got out of bed, my genitals
covered in sticky, copious fluid from the excitement. I took the vibrator into the bathroom; I needed to clean
myself.
After washing, I felt sleepy. I turned off the hallway light and prepared to go back to my room. Looking up, I saw
what looked like Weiwei's room still had its light on. That girl, she never remembers to turn off the light when she sleeps. I put the vibrator away and left
the room.
Weiwei lived on the third floor—actually, it wasn't a floor, just a small attic. After buying this villa, Weiwei
had been living in that attic, which had a balcony and a bathroom. I quietly went upstairs. The stairs were
wooden , spiraling upwards, and the door to my
son's room was tightly closed. Light shone from inside. I grasped the doorknob, about to turn it, when suddenly I heard soft, rapid breathing coming from my son's room. I frowned
; was my son dreaming?
But the sound didn't seem right. It sounded like he was talking to someone, or calling out to someone.
Suddenly, my heart began to race. I vaguely sensed that it wasn't my son talking in his sleep or anything like that; it sounded
more like the breathing of a man making love. I became more cautious, released the doorknob, and went around to
the small balcony next door. A small light was on in the room. I tiptoed almost to my son's
window . Through the loosely drawn curtains, I saw a scene that made my face flush and my heart race.
Weiwei was lying naked on the bed, intently playing with his male
genitals . Good heavens, my son was masturbating! But then I saw clearly
what he was vigorously stroking. My son wasn't my little Weiwei anymore. A year ago, he only knew how to pester me and Weide to buy
him things, but now he was developing normally. I saw his pubic hair, a
thick , even patch. And his now fully erect penis, just like his father's,
stood tall and erect below his abdomen.
What happened next left me speechless. Weiwei seemed close to ejaculation. I saw
him with his eyes tightly closed, legs stretched straight, one hand rapidly stroking his erect penis. His
breathing became louder and more rapid. Then, his other hand somehow produced a
woman's panties and held them under his nose. He was sniffing and kissing, calling out, "Mommy, Mommy."
I immediately saw it was my underwear, the one I'd taken off and left in the bathroom while showering
. When did he go downstairs to get it? Could it be from when I was masturbating? Then my door might not be...
I hadn't closed the door properly; my son had opened it instead. So he could have seen everything I did while masturbating, just like
he saw me now.
My mind was in turmoil. I quietly returned from the balcony and quickly went back to my room. I closed the door and
pressed the safety button. Lying on the bed, I couldn't close my eyes. I was filled with shame and anxiety.
"What am I going to do? I'm his mother! My
son saw everything I did while I was masturbating, and he saw it all!"
It was certain. If Weiwei had actually opened the door, my bed would have been facing the door, and at that moment, I
would have been lying face down on the bed, my buttocks facing the door. Everything between my legs would have been visible to him. No wonder he was
masturbating in the room; he must have just seen me masturbating. Oh my god, I'm so ashamed! And he even had
my underwear with him. Because of the love fluid I had while chatting with Ruyi in the tea room,
my crotch was already soaked when I changed it.
Judging from Weiwei's expression, it didn't seem like this was his first time masturbating, nor was it the first time he'd used my underwear to
masturbate . He was even calling my name as he neared climax. Oh my god, my son, what's wrong with my
Weiwei? A mix of shame and fear washed over me. I even wanted to call Weide immediately and tell him everything,
but how could I tell him something so shameful? My son has really grown up; he's not the same son he was a year ago.
In the past year, we've focused too much on Weide's body and neglected Weiwei's growth.
Suddenly, I remembered seeing Weiwei's genitals. They were so big, almost as
big as his father's, but still had a tender foreskin covering the large glans. His pubic hair had grown into
a thick tuft.
Oh my god, what was I thinking?
I couldn't help but spit at myself. Why did I have to
compare ? I felt ashamed.
That night, I don't know when I fell asleep. What made me even more embarrassed was that I had a dream.
At first, I dreamt that my husband's health had improved, and I was so happy. We made love, and I could really
feel his thick, hard erection again, so powerful and mesmerizing. But as we were doing it, my husband suddenly
turned into Weiwei. I saw that it was my son on top of me, and I
desperately tried to push him off, but I couldn't make a sound. Weiwei pressed tightly against me,
vigorously thrusting his newly grown penis into me, and I actually reached orgasm in no time.
When I woke up, I felt ashamed and guilty. The feeling in the dream was so real, and the pleasure was released without reservation.
I touched my groin and found that my inner thighs, nightgown, and sheets were all wet. My sensitive
genitals even still retained the feeling of being at the peak of pleasure.
Light was already shining into the room through the curtains. I checked the time; it was past six. I had to get up and
prepare breakfast for Weiwei. As I stepped into the bathroom, I immediately saw my
underwear—the one Weiwei had played with during his masturbation yesterday—back in its place. I picked it up; it was still damp, and
it seemed to have soaked a large area. Seeing the sticky substance in the crotch, I wondered if it was my own secretions
—it should have dried by now. I brought it to my nose and sniffed; faint but distinct, it was the smell of semen
. My face flushed instantly, and I quickly threw the underwear down. I could almost see Weiwei
covering his large penis with this underwear as he ejaculated. This brief image suddenly
ignited a surge of lust within me, and I felt a dampness between my legs. I shook my head, trying
desperately to erase this filthy and immoral scene from my mind. Composing myself, I put the clothes I had changed into into the washing machine, added
detergent , and turned it on.
I checked the time; it was almost seven o'clock, and my son still hadn't come downstairs. In the past, I would have woken my son up long ago,
but after what happened last night, I suddenly thought he must be tired, so I let him sleep a little longer. Just like with Weide,
if he was tired from sex the night before, he wouldn't want to get up early in the morning.
Why am I thinking about my husband again? What's wrong with me? I shook my head and tried my best to get on with my work.
My son came downstairs and greeted me as usual. I washed up and then had breakfast. I sat opposite him,
occasionally stealing glances at him. Only then did I truly realize how much my son had grown. Sitting there, he was almost
as tall as his father, perhaps even more robust, because he was always training and playing for the basketball and soccer
teams . The abundant sunshine made his skin darker than his father's; if it weren't for
the childishness on his face, you wouldn't know he was still a junior high student.
"Don't ride your bike today, Mom will take you,"
I said to him as we left.
"No, it'll be so embarrassing if my classmates see. You're so old and still need your mom to take you."
My son laughed, got on his bike, and said, "Let's go, Mom. Goodbye."
I waved, watching his tall figure disappear from my sight, shook my head, turned around, got into
the car , and started the engine.

Five

: "Coming, coming!"
I put down the soup ladle in my hand and just opened the door when Weiwei rushed in like a gust of wind.
"Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm starving!"
As soon as my son entered, I smelled a strong smell of sweat. I don't think I've smelled
this . I think it was when Weiwei's dad was delivering building materials and was in such a hurry to see me
that he didn't have time to shower. This smell is a unique male scent. But my Weiwei
has it now. Or maybe he's had it for a long time, but I just didn't notice it before. This strong male scent made me
a little dizzy.
"Look at you, all dirty. Go wash your hands."
I gently slapped his hand, which was reaching for the food, with the spatula and scolded him.
"Yes, my beautiful mom."
He smiled slightly, hugged me tightly, and pecked me on the cheek. He ran quickly to the bathroom.
I stood there, my face flushed. It wasn't that Weiwei had never treated me like this before; on the contrary, he showed affection to me almost every day. I used to be happy when he expressed his love for me
like this , but today,
after discovering his secret, his kiss felt like an electric shock, like the feeling of
a girl secretly kissed by her lover—a long-lost feeling, as if Wei De
had returned, as if I were a vibrant spring flower, standing gracefully in the fiery red apricot grove.
"Where's Dad? Isn't he coming back again?"
Weiwei walked up behind me, and I sighed, "Your dad's too busy right now, no one's watching you,
don't be too naughty."
"Hehe, Dad's not as strict as you are."
My son grinned and walked up to me, sniffing my head.
"What are you doing?"
I snapped, looking away. My son is so tall. He seems even taller than Weide.
"It smells so good. Mom, I love your scent."
I suddenly felt my face flush. Love my scent? Does that include the smell of my underwear?
"Nonsense, Mom doesn't smell good."
I blushed and went into the kitchen to get the dishes.
"Exactly, you do! Mom smells the best."
My son followed me into the kitchen, helping me get the dishes.
"Wow, what's this? So much delicious food!"
On the table, my son lifted the lid of the soup pot. The aroma filled the air.
"Stewed cuttlefish with dried shrimp. You're so busy with your studies right now, and you're playing this ball game and that ball game too. Don't
wear yourself out."
I blushed a little. While buying groceries, I remembered Ruyi's words again: never let a man's body break down.
Weide is already past his prime, but Weiwei, even though he's still young, isn't he already doing things that adults do
?
"Eat more, is it good?"
Seeing him eat so heartily, I felt happy and gave him another bowl.
"Mom, do you want some too?"
My son took my bowl and filled it for me as well.
"Mom made this especially for you. You go to bed so late every day, can your body handle it?"
I felt my face burning.
My son seemed to sense something too, blushed slightly, and lowered his head. He slurped down the soup.
After dinner, after cleaning up the dishes, I saw my son fiddling with the TV remote in the living room.
"Weiwei, Mom's going to the supermarket. You stay home and do your homework."
"Mom, wait for me! I'll go with you!"
My son quickly put down the remote and ran towards me. "No need, it's not far. Mom can go
by herself You stay home and do your homework."
"No, Dad said there are a lot of bad people outside. When he's not home, I'm a big man
, and I have to protect Mom."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. My son was acting like a big man, but where was my man?
I stopped refusing him and closed the door. I was about to go to the garage to get the car.
"What are you doing, Mom? It's so close, we can walk. You need to exercise more after dinner."
"Okay, okay, exercise, exercise."
I gave up on getting the car.
"Mom's almost an old lady, why should I exercise?"
My son grabbed my arm and turned to look at me.
"What are you doing, you naughty boy?"
I blushed and scolded him with a laugh.
"Yes, yes, she's an old lady, and also the most beautiful old lady's mother."
"You smooth-talking little rascal."
I laughed and tapped his head.
On the way back, an unexpected incident occurred.
It wasn't far to the supermarket, but it involved crossing a bustling night market. I usually didn't take that route by car.
As Weide had said, that road wasn't safe. There were many barbecue stalls in the night market, mostly run by
Uyghurs from Xinjiang. So many Uyghur children would steal there, but rarely would they rob anyone.
And I actually encountered one. Weiwei was carrying the groceries from the supermarket on my left, a small
handbag slung over my shoulder, and I was holding his arm, talking to him as we walked. Suddenly, a
Uyghur boy, about seven or eight years old, darted past me on my right and snatched my handbag from my shoulder.
"Ouch, my bag!"
I exclaimed, but the thief was already far away.
My son immediately let go of my hand, dropped what he was holding, and dashed off. I
hurriedly called out to him, "Weiwei, Weiwei. Come back, don't chase after them!"
There wasn't much in the bag—just a phone, a makeup kit, and some money. But
what if my son got hurt if he chased after them? Those Xinjiang guys were all in groups!
I never knew my son could run so fast. Those long, slender legs covered the distance in just a few steps;
before the boy even disappeared into the alley, my son was blocking his way.
"Give it to me!"
I rushed forward. My son had already blocked the boy at the alley entrance.
The boy was muttering something. Although I couldn't understand him, I knew he was calling for his
people.
I grabbed my son, "That's enough, Weiwei. There's nothing in the bag, don't fight them."
A crowd of onlookers gathered. I saw several young men from Xinjiang also running towards
us . I became increasingly anxious.
"Weiwei, let's go, forget it."
"Mom, don't pull me. We can't just let it go like this."
"Give it to me."
My son turned around, staring at the child. He reached out to him. The child was still muttering to himself, but his eyes
were fixed on a few young men from Xinjiang who were walking into the crowd.
A Uyghur man in his twenties walked up to the child and started talking to him. I held
my son's arm tightly, pulling him along.
After a while, the child pointed at my son, then at me, as if to tell the man that the bag was mine and that my son was
with me .
Perhaps it was because there were more people around, or perhaps it was because my tall son scared them. The young man
took my bag from the child and handed it to my son with a smile,
saying , "Just kidding, just kidding."
On the way home, my body was still trembling.
"You scared your mother to death just now. What if they had hit you?"
I complained to him.
"It's not a big deal if you lose a bag. What would your parents do if something happened to you?"
I said, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"It's okay, Mom,"
my son said, hugging my waist tightly and pulling me into his strong embrace.
"They wouldn't dare. There are so many people around. Besides, I rarely go shopping with Mom,
and someone snatched your bag. If my classmates find out, how will I face them at school?"
"That's better than you getting hurt. Anyway, don't do that again. Mom's so scared. You know,
Weiwei ."
"Okay, Mom, I promise you, good Mom."
My son laughed heartily and hugged me even tighter.
Nestled in his arms, I finally felt that my son had truly grown into a young man. I could almost
hear his heart pounding in his chest. That alluring scent of sweat kept emanating from his chest and armpits, making me
feel dizzy and even a little intoxicated. I couldn't help but think of when I was with his father, and it seemed that Weide 's
scent had intoxicated her in the same way. I really realized that I had fallen in love with Weiwei . This discovery shocked me, and even more so, it made me feel pained and ashamed. Since Weide stopped coming home often, I had been too lazy to take care of myself, but after my son said that I smelled good, I actually started to dress up, intentionally or unintentionally. I even used some light perfume. Whenever my son sniffs me and says I smell good, I feel a little shy and slightly proud. Every day after dinner, I want my son to go for a walk with me, though I naturally won't go to the supermarket. The reason I want him to come with me is that I like the feeling of him holding me, smelling his scent, feeling his strong physique, and listening to his powerful heartbeat. It gives me a hazy, girlish feeling of first love. I've started to pay attention to my underwear. Every day after I change my underwear, I go back to my room and listen carefully to the sounds outside. I can hear him coming downstairs, and he always stops at my door for a while. Now I'm afraid to close the door without insurance. And every time I go back to my room, I always turn off the light. Weiwei might notice my room light is off before reluctantly going to the bathroom to retrieve my underwear. After he goes upstairs, I always check the bathroom. I always find my underwear gone. And the next morning, it reappears in the bathroom. Sometimes I'll sneak up to the third floor and watch him masturbate through his curtains. Watching my son masturbate always excites me, especially when I see him rubbing my underwear on his penis as he's about to ejaculate. It always makes me involuntarily wet. Then I go back to my room, thinking about my son's increasingly long and thick penis, and imagining the dildo in my hand is his large member, moving inside my vagina. I know this is sinful and immoral. But I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Later, if I didn't think about my son's penis while masturbating, I couldn't reach orgasm. To some extent, my attachment to my son made me gradually neglect my husband's existence. Weide would come back occasionally, but he was still the same as before. I had almost given up hope for him. My husband was still very loving and guilty towards me. I realized I was in love with my son the day the phone rang. When I answered, it was a delicate young girl's voice looking for my son. Then I saw my son take the phone back to his room. He didn't come out for a long time. I could clearly feel the bitterness in my heart, the unbearable sadness. Was my son in a relationship? I wanted to hear what they were talking about, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. That day, my son didn't come down to get my underwear. I barely slept all night, my mind a jumble of anxieties and worries. I kept telling myself I couldn't go on like this, it would ruin our family. But the thought of his scent, his erect penis, threw me into turmoil. A family with a mother who loves her son and a son who is infatuated with his mother—what kind of family was this? I started worrying about my son's early romantic relationships, but thankfully, I was just being paranoid. He wasn't dating anyone. He was still infatuated with my scent, infatuated with my body, just like before. I knew that what shouldn't happen would happen eventually. Because I had asked myself if I would refuse if it happened, and the answer was so vague and uncertain. Even I can't control my desire for my son, so how can I stop my son, who is in the throes of his most intense teenage desires? Besides, I'm so infatuated with him. Weide left again; I've lost count of how many business trips he's taken in the past three months. The night before he left, Weide came home and said goodbye to me and our son. "Listen to Mom at home, don't just play around. Dad's gone, you have to take good care of your mother." I'm used to my husband's comings and goings, and somewhat indifferent to them. Sometimes I even doubt whether I still love my husband. But I immediately deny my doubts, because no matter how infatuated I am with Weiwei, the thought of life without Weide fills me with an involuntary, deep-seated fear. After all, I've been with him since I was eighteen, and we've been through thick and thin together for over ten years. He's given me so much happiness. And he still loves me and this family. When it's just Weiwei and me at home, I seem to become more wanton. To be shameless, sometimes I feel like I'm seducing my son. I'll go into the living room after showering without a bra, wearing only a semi-transparent nightgown, and sit next to my son to watch TV with him. I can even walk around in front of him, and I can feel his burning gaze following my erect breasts or swaying hips. I would put my underwear, soaked with a lot of vaginal fluid from thinking about his large, erect penis during the day, in the bathroom. Sometimes, the vaginal fluid wasn't even completely dry on my underwear when I took it off. I would still go to his window to watch him masturbate, and while watching, I would try to caress my own body. Sometimes, while watching, I would even want to go inside and put that thick thing in my son's hand directly into my body. This fantasy would make me reach orgasm quickly, sometimes even before my son did. Sometimes I hated myself for being so lewd, and I didn't know what I could achieve by seducing my son like this. But I just wanted to do it. When his gaze was fixed on my thirsty body under my nightgown, I felt a strange pleasure. I had no idea that my son's unusual Oedipus complex would have such terrible consequences. In a sense, I sometimes even confused Weiwei with his father; my young, bright, and healthy son often made me unconsciously mistake him for a younger version of Weide. With final exams approaching, Weiwei's homeroom teacher's unexpected home visit surprised me. Since elementary school, my son has never caused us any worry about his studies; he is intelligent and enjoys learning. This is more like his father. He, who had always been among the top students in school, failed two subjects in the pre-final exams. His teachers also reported that he, who used to perform exceptionally well on the school's basketball and soccer teams, had recently become lethargic and lacking energy even during training. He was also frequently distracted in class and gave irrelevant answers. I didn't hear what the teacher said after that, and afterwards, my mind was in complete turmoil. I understood the root of the problem, but those reasons could never be explained to outsiders. I knew that my son and I were already deeply entangled, and it was impossible to resolve this with external help or from others. After the teacher left, I pondered for a long time. I decided to have a serious talk with my son because this was no small matter; he was indeed in a relationship, and the person he was in love with was his own mother. I realized I had made the most immoral, despicable, and contemptible mistake. I wanted to have a thorough talk with Weiwei. I couldn't ruin my beloved son. "Weiwei, don't go out today. Mom has something to tell you." After dinner, I sat down on the sofa opposite my son. "Today, your teacher, Ms. Liu, came." My son clearly knew what I was going to say, his smiling gaze vanished, and he lowered his head. In that instant, I realized my son was still like a child. "What I want to talk about isn't your performance at school," my son suddenly looked up at me, surprised. I suppressed my pounding heart. My son's fundamental problem wasn't his performance at school. It was his mindset, and I needed to have a genuine emotional exchange with him.

"Weiwei, Mommy loves you very much. Before, and even more now."
"Mommy, I love you too."
A light that made my heart flutter shone in my son's eyes. I interrupted him.
"Mommy knows, just as you know Mommy. But, Weiwei, Mommy is a bad woman, sometimes, sometimes even shameless."
"No, Mommy, you're not. You're the best mommy in the world."
My son quickly corrected me.
"Listen to me, Weiwei."
I licked my lips. No matter what, I had to explain what had happened before, or the consequences would be dire.
"You can see that Daddy hasn't been home much lately. You might not know why, but your dad still loves your mommy and you just as much as before, but..."
I really didn't know how to continue. I really wanted to back out. But I saw the confusion in my son's eyes. I gritted my teeth.
"Dad, Mom, and Weiwei, we've always been very happy. Mom loves Dad, very much. But a year ago, your dad's health suddenly deteriorated."
"I know, Mom,"
my son's face suddenly turned red, and I looked at him in surprise.
"Mom, I heard you and Dad talk about it, and I know you went to see a doctor."
My son's words left me speechless. Did this child know a lot?
"I also heard you and Dad cry, and I know that Dad... he can't make love with you anymore."
My mind went blank.
"You, you're just a child, how... how?"
I was at a loss.
"Mom, don't be angry. I'm not a child anymore. I'm seventeen. In ancient times, I would already have children. In my class, some classmates are dating, and some have even had sex."
Good heavens, what's wrong with kids these days?
I suppressed my pounding heart and cleared my throat. I had to take the initiative.
"Weiwei, you know now, so Mom won't hide it from you anymore. Ever since your father's health deteriorated, Mom and Dad haven't been happy."
"Lately, Mom hasn't known what to do."
My face flushed; I really wanted to end this awkward conversation.
"Sometimes Mom seems a little confused, she keeps mistaking you for your dad. Weiwei, you and your dad looked so alike when you were young, sometimes Mom keeps mistaking you for him. To be honest, Mom doesn't know what to do, I'm scared and confused."
Tears welled up in my eyes, I felt helpless and weak.
"Mom, don't,"
seeing me cry, my son's eyes also reddened, he stammered, trying to sit down beside me.
"Sit down, Weiwei. Let Mom finish what she has to say."
"Sometimes Mom is shameless, and sometimes I even feel like I'm seducing you. Don't say anything. Every time I do this, Mom is in great pain and hates herself."
"Mom knows you like Mom. I know what you do every night before you go to sleep. I've seen it from your window."
The son's face flushed red, and he lowered his head.
"These things are normal; you're in puberty now, and Mom knows that. Your father should be talking to you about these things, but Mom doesn't want him to know. Mom doesn't know how to tell you either. It's not a big deal, but Mom is worried your body won't be able to handle it. So, Mom is making this and that every day. I'm really afraid you'll ruin your health at such a young age."
Talking to my son like this was unusually difficult. My heart was pounding.
"But Mom didn't expect it would still affect you. Teacher Liu said you're always distracted now, and you're skipping team practice. Your grades have plummeted. Mom is so worried and sad. Mom feels like I've ruined you. If Mom had told you as soon as she noticed, maybe things wouldn't be like this. But Mom hasn't talked to you about it because sometimes Mom really, really doesn't want to hinder you."
There are some thoughts I still find hard to express.
"But if you continue like this, Mom will be very worried. Mom doesn't know what to say to you, but you really can't go on like this. Understand, son?"
"Yes, Mom."
The son lowered his head. I didn't feel relieved. I stood up, went to my son, and hugged his head. He seemed to resist, stiffening slightly. He wasn't at all like he had been acting affectionately towards me a few days ago. My heart felt like it had been stung.
For several days, although my son and I still came and went frequently, I felt he was distancing himself from me. My heart ached with pain and helplessness. I noticed that my son no longer secretly went downstairs at night to get my underwear, and he went to bed earlier than before. I couldn't describe my feelings, but it was definitely not happiness. I knew I probably hadn't convinced my son at all; he was just becoming more sensible, and he was simply suppressing himself.

My son definitely tried his best, and his grades improved in
the
final exams. Weide was very happy and brought home the computer his son had always wanted. He still rarely comes home, and now that his son is on winter break, he comes even less. He says that having his son at home makes him feel more at ease. Looking at my growing son every day, I feel the pressure. I still sometimes think of my son as my husband. Despite repeatedly telling myself this, even scolding myself, it's all in vain.
After a week of vacation, Weide went to Beijing. I suddenly fell ill. Actually, it wasn't an illness; while going downstairs in the hospital, I didn't realize I'd missed a step and tumbled down more than twenty steps. I wasn't seriously injured. But I sprained my waist and legs. Weiwei almost cried when she came to the hospital to see me.
"Silly boy, you're useless, Mom's okay."
Looking at my anxious son, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. When we got home that day, my son carried me from downstairs to the room. He's a big boy now, and he's really strong. My face burned again in his arms. After settling me in, my son called his father.
I finally cried when I received the call from Weide, which worried my husband terribly. That night, my husband flew back.
Weide took me to the hospital for another check-up and was relieved to find that it wasn't anything serious.
But sprains and fractures don't heal in a day or two. While Weide was home, he slept with me. It had been so long since I'd snuggled in my husband's arms to sleep, inhaling his familiar scent. My desire began to rise again.
Weide noticed my eagerness and considerately undressed me, first with his hands, then with his mouth, quickly bringing me to orgasm. Looking into my husband's eyes, so fervent, so yearning, I knew he couldn't do anything. I felt incredibly guilty. Weide stayed home for four days before leaving; a job tender was about to be held in Beijing, and he had to go.
After my husband left, the responsibility of caring for me fell to my son. My son readily agreed to his father's request
: "Dad, you can go without worry. If you come back and Mom has an extra gray hair, or has lost a pound, you can stop giving me my allowance for a year."
Looking at his son, who was almost taller than him, my husband left satisfied.
My son is very obedient and no longer goes to play ball or visit friends. He gets up early every day. He can't cook, but he buys a variety of meals, mostly things I like. When he has nothing to do, he keeps me company in the room watching TV or playing chess. Or he helps me walk around in the yard. When Ruyi and the others come to see me, they are amazed and say I'm lucky to have married such a loving husband and given birth to such a loving son. Sometimes, watching my son bustling around, I really can't describe the feeling in my heart. Not to mention my daily care, my son also had to change my dressings every day. The traditional Chinese medicine doctor prescribed several plasters; I could apply the ones on my legs myself, but my son had to help me with the ones on my back. For several days, even though I left my back exposed while he applied the medicine, my son was quite proper. I couldn't see his eyes when he applied the medicine, but I could hear his rapid breathing. My son didn't do anything unnecessary. After applying the medicine, he would help me pull my clothes down.
I, on the other hand, felt guilty every time, my face flushed and my heart pounded.
But what's meant to happen can't be stopped, as if it were preordained that something extraordinary would happen between my son and me.
A week later, I felt that the pain in my back was almost gone, and I didn't need many more plasters. My leg was still sore. As usual, after dinner, my son washed the dishes and came into the room to apply the medicine. I lay on the bed, and he rolled up my pajamas to my waist, covered the old plaster with a hot towel, and after a while, peeled it off. Then he applied the newly applied plaster. Although I couldn't see my son's gaze, I could feel his warm eyes moving up and down my bare back, and I could hear his rapid breathing, which he was trying hard to control. This made me instinctively shy, and I buried my face in the pillow, my face burning hot. Actually, I feel this way every day when I change the dressing.
When the plaster was applied to the wound, it felt too hot. I exclaimed
, "Ouch!"
I reached back to scratch my back, but it wasn't really a scratch; it was just an instinctive reaction. But my hand suddenly found itself between my son's legs. At first, I didn't realize it until I felt as if I had grabbed something hard and thick. Good heavens, I had actually grasped my son's erect penis! I almost immediately tried to pull my hand back, but just then, the room light suddenly went out. It was as if
everything had been planned. In the darkness, I heard my son's heavy breathing. My hand, which I was trying to pull back, was grabbed by my son.
"Mom,"
my son called softly, his hand, much larger and stronger than mine, pulling me towards the spot I had just touched unintentionally. When my palm touched the bulging thing between my son's legs, my heart pounded. The image of my son lying on his bed, gripping his thick, powerful erection, as if defiantly challenging me, flashed through my mind. I didn't have time to think. My hand instinctively cupped around it, and through the thin fabric, I actually grasped it.
So big, so hot, so erect and vigorous.
I seemed to see my son pressing my underwear against his glans, about to ejaculate. I
seemed to see him trembling with pleasure, softly calling my name
: "Mom."
His voice trembled, and I could feel his warm breath on my bare back. But his call also jolted me awake. My remaining reason told me what I was doing.
I tried to pull my hand away
, but his grip tightened, holding my wrist firmly. He wouldn't let me move.
"Mom. It feels so good."
I was instantly overwhelmed. The image of my son moaning like that during ejaculation flashed through my mind.
I almost lost consciousness, my slender hands skillfully and forcefully grasping my son's young life. How vibrant, how full of arousing life!
My son's hands trembled almost incessantly as they slowly moved upwards from my back. Those hands were large and strong, searing the delicate skin of my back. I felt a tingling sensation spreading from my back, a feeling that seemed to have been gone for a long time. But I knew how much I loved that feeling. I subconsciously straightened my back, letting every inch of my tender, caressing skin stretch out under my son's palms.
My son's hands trembled as they moved inside my clothes, resting on my rounded shoulders. He gently kneaded them; it felt so good. I let out a long breath. I didn't want those hands to stop. So many parts of my body needed such warm, strong hands to explore and caress them.
My hands, too, unconsciously began to caress my son's genitals. I think it's a woman's instinct. Every woman, especially one who has experienced sex, will unconsciously grasp a man's erect penis in her palm, measuring its length, feeling its heat, experiencing its hardness, and sharing its passion. My son's genitals seemed fully developed, not only large but almost as long as his father's, and the heat seemed even greater than his husband's.
My son's hands lingered on my neck and shoulders for a moment before slowly moving towards my chest. I gasped, instinctively lifting my shoulders slightly. My breasts, already swollen with excitement, fell into my son's inexperienced hands. Lying face down on the bed, my engorged breasts felt uncomfortable from the pressure, as if they needed a strong pair of hands to knead and squeeze them. My son had his way. I could hardly believe my engorgement. My son's warm hands covered my firm breasts. After a moment's hesitation, I felt two nipples on my nipples, already erect and hard like two pebbles from excitement. My son's hands seemed to be filled with curiosity, but I think it was more about stimulation. His fingers, probably his middle and index fingers, were actually pinching my two hard nipples. As his hands gently squeezed my swollen breasts, the hard nipples excited him.
"Mom,"
my son's low call no longer embarrassed me. Lust had long since driven away all reason. That low call was like an aphrodisiac, making me almost forget to breathe when it rang in my ears. In a daze, the man beside me was sometimes my son, sometimes my husband. Finally, I couldn't tell anymore—no, I didn't have time to tell anymore.
Because my hands were no longer satisfied with merely caressing my son's hard genitals through my clothes; that hot thing was tempting me to make more direct contact with him, to feel his power. My hand slipped inside my son's waistband, down, and his crotch was bulging high. That thing throbbed slightly, struggling, hot and fiery, sliding into my slender hand. I squeezed it.
"So hard."
This made me wonder if my husband's hard penis had returned, but it felt like he'd never been this hard before. A young man's penis should always be this hard, right? I gripped it tightly, letting its throbbing pulse burn my palm. How hot it was.
My caresses must have made my son feel a comfort and pleasure he'd never experienced before. His hand almost stopped. His breathing quickened. My son stretched out, no longer sitting, but lying down beside me. He straightened his legs, his erection making him feel constrained. I gently stroked his engorged penis, trying to ease his tension.
His face pressed warm against my neck, his rapid breaths spraying hot air onto my skin.
"Mom,"
he whispered. His hands tightened.
He was clearly more interested in my hard, erect nipples than my full, swollen breasts, using his thumb and forefinger to control them, gently twisting and pulling. His clumsy caresses aroused me even more. Without even looking, I could imagine how aroused my nipples were.
"Mom."
My son was clearly not satisfied with my slow, deliberate stroking; he thrust his hips forward, and I felt the tip of his thing pressing against my waist. He moved his hips, and the thing rubbed against my waist.
"Slightly."
I turned to face my son. The room was still dark, and I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only feel his hot, rapid breath on my face.
"I'm your mother."
I didn't know if this was a last stand, because I felt so weak and powerless.
"Mom."
My son's hand firmly pinched my nipple, and his lower body pressed against me even harder.
I sighed. I gave up struggling. I slowly turned around. My son's hand moved to my back, pulling me into his still immature but already very strong arms. I could feel my son's rapid heartbeat; his body was so strong and hot.
At that moment, I felt all the pain in my body disappear, and my senses became acute. My son's thick, large penis pressed tightly against my lower abdomen through my clothes, still throbbing faintly. His embrace was so tight it almost suffocated me, yet I felt so comfortable and safe, just like in my husband's arms. But with a stimulation and a strange excitement I'd never felt in his.
My son clearly didn't know what to do next; he just kept rubbing me in his arms, pushing his hard member against me. He didn't do anything else.
"Mommy, it hurts so much,"
he whispered in my ear. Only then did I realize he was still a child who understood nothing and knew nothing. A grown boy, fully developed yet inexperienced in matters of the heart.
Darkness makes one forget shame and morality, forget constraints and rules.
"Weiwei, don't move, Mom will help you."
My voice was barely audible in the darkness; I imagine my face was burning red. My hands pulled down my son's pants; I pulled down my own son's pants.
As I grasped his genitals again, I couldn't help but marvel at his magnificence. My son heard me. He stopped desperately thrusting that hot thing against my lower abdomen, but I could feel him trembling slightly. I gripped his enormous penis tightly and skillfully began to stroke it, just as I caressed his father, just as he caressed himself during masturbation.
"Mom!"
my son gasped, his call so long and moving.
His hand moved down my bare back, slowly slipping into my waistband, and further down. My plump, pert buttocks fell into his grasp. The moment my son gripped my buttocks, I wanted to run away. After all, I was his mother. But his hands were so strong, gripping my buttocks tightly in an instant, leaving me no room to struggle.
Another reason I wanted to run away was my shyness. Even before my son forced me to hold his genitals, I felt my genitals begin to wet; that shameless love juice was constantly seeping from deep within my vagina. When he caressed my breasts, I felt my inner thighs were sticky. Then came my groin, where the disgusting fluid flowed everywhere. When my son hugged my buttocks, I was already soaking wet.
My wetness clearly excited him. His arms were so long; as he embraced me from the front, his hands slowly moved towards my crotch. He was about to let his son explore his mother's most shameful and embarrassing place. This thought made my whole body tremble. I wanted to resist, but I felt more fluid flowing out. The

wetness
intensified
, and the increasing sticky fluid made my son's hands determined to explore my groin. I felt his breathing become more rapid, almost like a moan. And the penis in my hands grew harder, seemingly larger and thicker. My son is still a big boy; his large, thick glans is still covered by a thin layer of skin, unlike his father, whose smooth, rounded member is so freely exposed. But my son is still growing; before long, he will be as magnificent as my husband—no, perhaps even more so.
No matter how tightly I kept my legs closed, I couldn't stop the curiosity of my son's hands. The moment he parted my legs, my face must have turned bright red with embarrassment or excitement. I let out a soft moan and buried my face in my son's chest.
My son had finally found his mother's source, and my crotch felt like it had been spilled with hot water, making me feel incredibly embarrassed. But when my son's trembling fingers almost cautiously touched my swollen, open vagina, which was constantly secreting love juice, I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before, as if I had finally accomplished something.
"Mom, you're so wet,"
my son whispered in my ear, not teasing, but admiring.
"Oh."
My blushing face pressed tightly against my son's wildly beating heart. My hand gripped his hard penis tightly. Exploring a woman's body for the first time filled my son with excitement, curiosity, and nervousness. His fingers moved carefully between my legs. I parted my swollen labia, revealing a soft, open vulva, and even the messy, equally soft pubic hair on both sides, all of which drew admiration from my son. His exploration ignited my desire like a volcano. Every touch of his fingers sent shivers down my spine, making me want to moan loudly. But those hands roaming over my shameful private parts were those of my beloved son. His fingers rubbed back and forth between my split, swollen, numb labia, making my vagina flow like a river bursting its banks, releasing a shameful flow of love fluid. It also caused an itch deep within my vagina; the sensitive mucous membranes and muscles inside began to twitch and spasm slightly. This itching and spasm is a normal woman's natural reaction to sexual stimulation—a desire for a man's erect penis to penetrate and rub against her. And in my hands was something fully erect, perfectly embodying the sexual organ an excited woman desires. But I couldn't, because this thing was on my son's body.
However, my resistance couldn't control my body's reaction. I twisted my slender waist, soft moans escaped my lips, and I arched my lower body, entwining my vulva with my son's fingers. My convulsing vaginal cavity was unbearably itchy, an itching that could make one wish for death.
My son certainly didn't know my suffering; his fingers were merely curiously exploring the outside of my vagina. Perhaps sensing my convulsions, or perhaps attracted by the constantly flowing fluid, his fingers hesitated for a moment, then actually probed inside.
Oh my god.
I squeezed my legs together—no, to be precise, I suddenly tightened the sphincter muscles inside my vaginal cavity. Although my son's fingers weren't as satisfying as his erect penis in my hand, the moment his somewhat clumsy fingers entered my wet vagina, I felt immense pleasure.
"Mom, it's so tight, like it's biting me,"
my son whispered in my ear.
"Weiwei,"
I almost cried. I began to breathe rapidly and moan softly.
I hadn't taught my son how to do it, and even a wanton mother probably wouldn't do it this way, but his fingers genuinely explored my genitals. The smooth, sticky vaginal walls, glistening with love juice, relentlessly entwined around his fingers. I couldn't tell whether it was my son's middle or index finger that was inside me, but it was definitely very deep, stroking the spasmodic mucous membrane inside my cavity. This stroking made me feel my lower body convulsing with pleasure. My love juices flowed out like an endless stream. I could feel the sticky, embarrassing, yet helpless liquid on his hand that was gently placed between my legs.
Perhaps this kind of exploration of the female body is the greatest stimulation for boys. As he gently explored my moist vagina, I felt my son's penis growing larger and hotter. I could hear his heavy breathing. And his strong body began to tense and tremble.
I am a sexually mature and experienced wife and mother, and my son's performance makes me feel that he is about to reach the peak of pleasure. My hands are actually a little sore because his penis is quite large, making it difficult to even hold it tightly. This increases the difficulty of stimulating him, because men need stronger and faster friction when aroused. My son's not fully developed sexual organs are also preventing him from reaching his peak faster. The thin layer of skin covering the glans makes it impossible for me to directly and effectively stimulate the most sensitive part of his penis when stimulating him, and my son doesn't seem like a child who has never had this experience before. He has already learned how to make himself happy. Long-term masturbation has reduced the original sensitivity of his sexual organs. And I was afraid of hurting him, so my masturbation wouldn't bring him to orgasm as easily as if he did it himself. But sometimes psychological stimulation is more powerful than physical stimulation. That's what happened to my son now. He felt a greater stimulation when he caressed my genitals. My masturbation also gave him a different feeling than when he did it himself.
Now, I felt that my son was about to come. The thought of a mother trying hard with her hand, preparing for her son to ejaculate, filled me with immense shame. This shame, in the darkness, transformed into a strange stimulation and immense excitement. Listening to my son's panting and moaning in my ear, I even felt a kind of lewd pleasure.
"Mom, Mom. I, I,"
my son suddenly trembled, pulling his hand out of my vagina and hugging me tightly with both hands.
"Baby, Weiwei, come on."
I felt my son's urgency. The strength and frequency of my hands increased.
My son's young body, about to ejaculate, was so hot, almost making it hard for me to breathe. My son thrust his hips towards me, motionless, his hard penis erect, trembling, convulsing, waiting for that moment. My desire was also stirred to its peak by my son's excitement. I even started panting, as if I was about to reach orgasm myself.
Weiwei's penis began to swell, so large that it almost broke free from my grasp, the trembling intensifying.
"Mommy! Ah!"
I let out a soft cry, feeling the object in my hand twitching rhythmically. Hot liquid splattered against my lower abdomen with each contraction of my son's genitals. As the hot liquid sprayed onto my body, I felt as if I were experiencing an orgasm myself. I could feel the sphincter muscles in my vagina contracting in rhythm with each powerful ejaculation of my son. A pleasure similar to that of an orgasm rose from deep within my vagina, quickly spreading throughout my body.
I wrapped my arms around my son's strong back and sighed deeply and emotionally
, "Weiwei."
It felt as if I had truly experienced a climax. My body was still trembling slightly, a little dizzy, and my forehead and back were sweaty. The worst part was my genitals—they were wet and sticky, which made me feel ashamed because it was my son who made me so slippery. But I felt pleasure, like after a truly wild and satisfying sexual experience with a man. I felt relaxed and peaceful, and a little tired.
My son's breathing hadn't fully calmed down yet, and listening to his strong, pounding heartbeat felt so good. My son was sweating too. I nestled in his strong arms, the smell of his sweat carrying an indescribable comfort, enveloping me.
I closed my eyes slightly, not wanting to move at all. But then, the room light suddenly came on. The sudden light made me extremely embarrassed. My face burned even more, and I buried it deeper into my son's chest. How could I face my beloved son?
Suddenly, his wet, warm lips pressed against my forehead.
"Mom, I feel so good, I've never felt so good before."
My body trembled, unsure how to answer him.
His hand gently caressed my bare back. "Mom, your skin is so smooth and soft,"
he murmured in admiration. Just like when he had just complimented my moisture, his words made my heart race.
"Mom smells so good."
I also sensed a pleasant aroma filling the air, but it wasn't any particular fragrance. I knew it was the scent of my own love juice. It wasn't a fragrance, but a strange yet arousing smell. Weiwei's father also said that this smell always excited him. Now, the room still smelled of Weiwei's semen, which had just been ejaculated. The semen, which had congealed on my lower abdomen when it came out, was now gradually melting and flowing down my abdomen. The smell of a young boy's semen was truly different from that of an adult man; it had an indescribable fragrance, like the scent of a plant in bloom. That smell made me feel intoxicated.
"Mom,"
my son said, reaching out to cup my burning face. I slowly lifted my eyes; his face was just as flushed, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. I hugged his neck, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. His warm, trembling lips pressed against mine.
Our lips met, instantly locked together like magnets. My son, still somewhat inexperienced, sucked hard on my lips. I gasped, parted my lips, and extended my tongue. My son was clever; our tongues intertwined, sucking at each other.
I realized how intoxicating it was to kiss my own son.
After a long while, we parted, our eyes meeting, a thousand words exchanged in that instant. Only then did I realize that my son's gaze wasn't that of a little boy; it was the look a man gives when he looks at the woman he loves. I closed my eyes, tears welling up. What his father hadn't been able to do for so long, his son had accomplished. Fate, it seems, has destined me to be entangled with the two men I love most in this life.
"Mom. Mom."
My son saw my tears, perhaps frightened, and called to me softly.
"Weiwei,"
I said, speechless, my tears flowing even more.
"Mom, scold me."
My son's self-reproach broke my heart.
"Weiwei is right. If anyone is wrong, it's Mommy."
"No, Mommy. Mommy, Weiwei loves you so much. It's not just loving Mommy, it's loving you. I often can't sleep at night, I often think of Mommy."
"Sometimes you think of me during the day too, it hurts so much."
"Weiwei, Mommy loves you too, so much. But Mommy is really scared, because Mommy still loves your father, what should Mommy do?"
"Mommy,"

my son kissed me again, we were like two thirsty lovers, caressing each other's lips. Once the taboos of the

nine

minds are broken, it becomes unrealistic to try to hold onto anything anymore.
My seventeen-year-old son's youthful desires were stirring again. Only half an hour after his ejaculation, I felt his
penis, pressed against my lower abdomen, begin to show signs of erection again. What had been soft and docile just moments before was awakening.
As it slowly hardened, it stirred up my lingering lust.
Passionate kisses are aphrodisiacs, especially with the feeling of his hot, hard erection against my abdomen.
My son's sucking became stronger and wilder, making me dizzy.
My private parts, so shameful, began to tremble again, and fresh secretions began to flow from my vagina. I felt a surge of desire
burning within me, a mixture of emptiness and itchiness.
I began to moan softly, my breath coming in soft gasps, as I twisted my slender waist, letting myself feel
the excitement brought on by my son's large, hot penis. My son gently thrust his hard member against my body.
Touch. His hands haphazardly caressed my back. I guided my son, slowly shifting our position from lying sideways to me on
top of him. His young body was strong and sturdy, and when it pressed against my petite frame, I felt a sense
of happiness at being covered by such a strong male body. He was so hot, so strong.
We were still kissing passionately, but my hands had already begun to wander,
caressing Every inch of his skin made me sigh; youth is truly wonderful, unlike his father,
who already had excess fat around his waist and abdomen. My son's body was full of youthful vitality. His smooth skin was taut and elastic,
and his flat, firm abdomen pressed tightly against mine. My private parts were pressed against my son's newly
formed but already very impressive male organ.
Even through my pajama bottoms, I could still feel its hardness and heat. It
rubbed back and forth against my genitals, restlessly thrusting against my itchy vulva.
I felt so hot, my body aching as if I were sweating profusely. I writhed, my legs opening and closing intermittently,
my private parts soaked through with so much lubrication. I even felt
a sticky liquid under my buttocks. I started to struggle, wanting to expose myself, wanting to be
naked and pressed tightly against my son.
"Weiwei, take off Mommy's clothes." I was a little shy; I couldn't very well ask my son to
undress me completely.
But my son understood. He freed his hand and gently pulled down my pants. I closed my eyes tightly.
My son carefully removed my pants from my body. I lifted my hips and legs, my face flushed. My son
was clearly curious and excited about the first naked female body in front of him. He stopped pressing down on me and lay down
beside me. I felt his gaze moving back and forth over my naked body. I was extremely shy at that moment.
With my eyes tightly
his fingers pinched and gently stroked the small bumps on my areolas that had bulged with excitement.
My son lowered his head and took my rosy nipple into his mouth, licking it with his tongue.
Unlike how my husband stimulated my nipples, although the method was the same, when my son suckled on my nipple
, besides excitement, I vaguely felt that my son had returned to his childhood self, when I
breastfed . This feeling added a lot of maternal love to my excitement. I couldn't help but put my hand on
Weiwei's head and gently stroke the top of my son's head.
But my son was no longer as well-behaved as when he was a child. He didn't just suckle; his warm
tongue began to lick my nipple, slowly circling it. He was feeling every hard bump on my swollen areola . His teasing made my sexual desire rise sharply, and after a while , a charming moan
escaped from my mouth and nose .
I thrust my breasts forward, enjoying my son's teasing.
His hands lingered on my round, full breasts, playing with one here, then another. When I slightly opened my eyes,
the nipple he spat out was always moistened with his saliva, like a purplish-red bead, hard
and incredibly sensual, its surface glistening as if about to ooze blood. This sight caused my lower body
to involuntarily twitch, naturally increasing my arousal.
My son's hands traced patterns on my soft lower abdomen, seemingly searching for traces of his past intimacy
. Soon, my plump, protruding pubic area, covered in dark hair, piqued his interest. His
hands covered my mons pubis, his fingers gently combing through the scattered hair. This made me extremely
shy , because the messy hair was covered with my recent and present arousal fluids, as well as
the liquefied semen my son had just ejaculated on it. It was wet and sticky. I groaned and squeezed
my legs , afraid to let my son's hand go any further. Between my legs, there was
a large amount of fluid secreted during female sexual arousal, caused by his caresses. How could I let my son see or touch what his mother had produced during her
arousal ?
My son's hand eventually reached down; my shyness and resistance couldn't withstand his curiosity.
His warm hand entered between my legs. I let out a soft moan and reluctantly parted my legs,
exposing my most shameful part to his hands and gaze. His warm hand quickly rubbed against
my engorged and extremely sensitive clitoris. His similarly swollen and split labia
found . The convulsing
vaginal pulled at the swollen, open vaginal opening, causing that shameful little mouth to open and close. Even worse,
between these openings and closings, a large amount of sticky, lubricating fluid kept gushing out.
As my son decided to investigate the source of the fluid, I instinctively arched my hips, letting out a soft
sigh.
His warm fingers entered my sensitive lower body again. They wandered and swirled inside me, and I
instinctively offered my vulva, letting out the moan that every woman naturally makes at that moment. I
felt the itching in my lower body not lessen with my son's touch, but intensified. My
vaginal sphincter contracted involuntarily, and the vaginal mucosa incessantly wrapped around his inserted fingers. My
hand began to search; I wanted to find what every woman desires most during sexual arousal.
My son's penis was indeed fully erect again. I gently squeezed that hard thing; it was hot and alluring.
I opened my eyes; I wanted to see that thing I often peeked at through the window.
It was so huge, much larger than my husband's penis, and so hard, so hot
to the touch. It throbbed in my hand, like a vibrant life. My son happily placed his fully developed
genitals in my hand, and I stroked them, eliciting joyful gasps from him. Watching myself caress such
a thing, as the unbearable itching intensified, it felt as if
thousands of tiny, wriggling worms had entered my vagina, burrowing and gnawing inside me. This made me
moan I tightened my lower body, twisting my slender waist. I wanted this fully erect
, warm thing in my hand; it didn't matter whose body it was on.
"Weiwei, Weiwei," I began to whisper to my son, my hands eagerly guiding him, pulling him
towards me.
Hearing my call, my son noticed my flushed and shy face. Although he might not know
what I wanted, he followed my pull and moved onto me.
"Mom. You..." I bit my son's lips and frantically sucked his tongue into
my mouth . I opened my legs, letting him lie between them. Only then did he realize what I was about to do.
He breathed excitedly, supporting his upper body with his hands.
Sexual intercourse really doesn't need to be taught. My son thrust his hard penis towards my crotch.
"Mom, I want it." My son growled. Although he didn't know what he wanted or how to want it, he
knew he wanted to put that hard thing into my body.
I panted, my face flushed. At that moment, I truly forgot he was my son. As I grasped his
hard hot penis and brought it closer to my body, I only felt that he was a
normal man who was fully engorged and erect, ready to insert his large male organ into a woman's body. And I was no longer his
mother, but a mature, thirsty, fully aroused woman, her vagina fully wet and
open , waiting for a man's penis to enter her.
My hands trembled, yet I resolutely guided my son's enormous, newly-experienced penis against the opening of my
trembling The moment his burning glans touched my open vaginal opening,
I let out a soft moan.
As my equally hot, concave opening enveloped his sensitive, swollen glans, he finally
knew where he was going. He groaned, and almost before I could release his hand, his warm, hard
member plunged into my eager, wet, and open passage.
"Ouch!" my son exclaimed, pausing.
With my eyes closed, I was preparing to fully savor the stimulation and pleasure
of when his cry broke my heart; he was clearly in pain.
"What's wrong, Weiwei, my darling?" I opened my eyes and saw my son's furrowed brow.
"Mom. It hurts." I then realized that my son's penis, which had just entered my body, had been pulled out
.
No, I was completely wet. My son is big, but for
a mother in her thirties, fully mature and ready for penetration, it shouldn't hurt.
Immediately, I understood the problem. It was the thin layer of skin covering his glans.
He must have been eager to go in, and that skin had blocked his unusually large glans.
How could it not hurt when he forced it in? I hugged my son tightly, my heart aching.
"Baby, Mom forgot. Come here." I felt guilty, but also strangely proud.
My son, whom I had given birth to, was the first I had possessed, making him a real man.
This vaguely lewd thought, to some extent, added to my eager excitement.
I
skillfully . I placed my palm between my legs. Although I was
prepared to let my son's penis penetrate me, I still
felt . Everywhere my palm touched was covered in sticky vaginal fluid. My entire genitals
, even between my legs, were wet, my palms smeared with my own fluid. I grasped my son's large,
hard member with my other hand: "Weiwei, Mommy's here." I smeared the fluid from my palm all over my son's penis. He was so big, I was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so I smeared some more. I held it, put on a
condom , and now
his penis was slippery.
My son felt comfortable as I caressed him. He didn't move.
I gripped my son's penis tightly and gently peeled back the skin, feeling his entire large, round
glans completely exposed. Only then did I press it back to the entrance of my vagina. My son's fully exposed
glans was so hot and big. I felt a pleasant burning sensation throughout my vaginal opening. I
arched my back beneath him, opening my legs wider. Holding that large thing, I suddenly felt less
ashamed, as if I were doing something sacred, like I was conducting a
coming-of-age ceremony for my son. This discovery made me even more focused on what I was doing.
Beneath my son's strong body, I thrust out my shy private parts, the open cavity slowly
swallowing his huge penis. I felt pleasure, and as his penis penetrated my vagina,
the pleasure intensified as his thick, fleshy shaft tightly stretched open my sensitive, wet vaginal walls, penetrating deeper
. I released my grip and pressed down on my son's firm buttocks—such big buttocks, just like his
father . My genitals were almost raised to the highest point I could go,
and I breathed heavily with pleasure. I applied slight pressure with both hands, pressing my son's buttocks down. "

Weiwei

, come on, slowly, go in." I murmured in my son's ear. His
male his strong arms braced against my sides, and he lowered
his firm, powerful buttocks between my legs.
"Oh, good son, good Weiwei." I sighed with pleasure, completely unguarded,
revealing to my son the pleasure I felt from his penetration. This
was my son, the one I had brought into this world with. Seventeen years later, he used his
grown male organ to re-enter his mother's most secret and unspeakable place,
bringing unexpected pleasure and comfort to both him and his mother.
My mature vagina could fully accommodate my son's enormous penis. My son's powerful buttocks finally pushed his
hot, large member completely to the root into my wet, sensitive, and thirsty vagina.
I didn't even need to lift my genitals anymore, because my son was big enough. As I felt the base of his penis pressing tightly
against my vulva, I also felt the large, smooth glans pressing warmly against the deepest
part of my vagina, where my cervix was throbbing joyfully under the heat of his hot glans.
"Mommy, it feels so good!" Perhaps it was the first time he had felt his penis so tightly
enveloped by the narrow passage of his body. The mature woman's vagina, greedily awaiting the entry of the male organ, was filled with desire.
The mucous membranes and tender muscles inside ceaselessly sucked and entwined against her son's young, thick penis.
The mother's vaginal cavity was so wet, and her son called out to her with pleasure.
Hearing her son's satisfied moans gave me a kind of morbid pleasure: "So my body still..."
"It can bring joy to my young son." This thought further fueled my already intense lust, and my
vaginal muscles began to contract, half consciously and half unconsciously. This natural,
instinctive reaction, caused by the insertion of a man's enormous penis into my body,
excited and aroused my son, who was experiencing sex for the first time. He began to pant, thrusting his hot member into his mother's wanton and thirsty
vagina.
"Mom." "My son was almost groaning, his hips thrusting faster. This rapid
thrusting already brought the greatest pleasure to the eager female organ, and now
it was my son's penis thrusting rapidly inside me, so big it almost stretched my vagina to its limit
. I really wondered how he came out of his entire body back then.
I could only feel my son's thing inside my vagina, hot and swollen. It filled me up completely, the thick glans pressing
against the sensitive vaginal mucosa, rubbing against me, and my pleasure surged continuously from below. I
panted , the sounds that every woman makes naturally when being penetrated by a man's penis emanating from her throat.
My hips swayed skillfully, welcoming each of my son's rapid thrusts and lifts." Out. My hands gripped
my son's firm, throbbing buttocks, responding to his thrusts.
I was panting, my breath sweet and fragrant. My soft moans in my son's ear became the best aphrodisiac.
I felt that every time I thrust my lower abdomen upwards in pleasure, the moans from my mouth made
his penis unconsciously tighten and harden, and this hardness made me feel even more comfortable.
How wonderful youth is. What made me feel comfortable was not only my son's size, his father's was also large, but
my son 's hardness was something my husband could not match. It was a boy's unique pride, like a thick
wooden stick, no, it should be like a huge, red-hot stone, and this huge, hot stone was now inside
my vagina, tightly stretching open my vaginal walls. He rubbed against me inside. He was so perfect for my
genitals. When he went deep inside, he filled my vagina so tightly, scraping against every part of me with pleasure.
I clung to my son's firm buttocks, writhing happily beneath his strong body like a fish,
entwined with him. The pungent smell of his sweat doubled my excitement; his lower abdomen bumped against my
soft one, such a firm belly. I responded to each powerful thrust, marveling.
I knew I was getting wetter, because I could slowly hear those embarrassing wet sounds coming from my genitals with each thrust of my son's
penis . When we were with his father, we were
both aroused by this strange wet sound, but now it was my son thrusting on top of me. My son
's genitals The official even managed to make that embarrassing wet sound from his mother's vagina. My face flushed red, and
shame made me close my eyes tightly, but I couldn't stop the rhythmic,
increasingly loud water sounds. Especially when I thrust my vulva towards my son's thrusts, the sound was so clear.
The water sounds also aroused my son's lust. When he realized the squelching sounds were from his
penis thrusting in and out of his mother's lower body, he increased his movements, and the water sounds
became even louder.
My face was burning with shame. But my pleasure was rapidly rising with the increased water sounds and
my son's more intense thrusts. I couldn't help but cry out, not to cover up
the increasingly loud water sounds from my crotch.
"Ah, ah. Slightly. Ah." My cries were long and seductive, which greatly stimulated my son, who
was experiencing . While vigorously thrusting his thick penis, he also called out to me.
"Mommy, oh Mommy, it feels so good. Mommy." "My son's call stirred my heart,
leaving me completely disoriented . I immediately hoisted my legs up onto his strong waist, my hands almost gripping his throbbing buttocks,
and lifted my upper body, pressing my burning face tightly against his sweaty chest. Because my
legs were clamped around his waist, my lower body was completely exposed. My entire climaxing and excited genitals were fully exposed
to my son's genitals, and almost all the force of his thrusts was transferred into my vagina.
In an instant , I felt an orgasm approaching. I felt my vaginal walls involuntarily tighten, while the
depths seemed to suddenly open up, and the vaginal mucosa that had been wrapped around my son's penis suddenly became
smooth and even more sensitive. This made my son deeply..." As he penetrated deeply, the heat of his glans against the smooth
vaginal walls intensified my pleasure. I felt my cervix swell and bulge,
each thrust sending tingling, pleasurable sensations
through me. A large amount of fluid had accumulated in the back of my vagina; some was expelled as his penis withdrew, but most remained trapped inside, held firmly by
the tight anterior vaginal walls. This accumulated fluid was slippery
and hot, no longer making a constant thud with each deep thrust, but instead
producing a muffled, even more alluring sound within me.
I knew my orgasm was approaching, fueled by the thrusting of my son's penis. A mother was
about to climax, and I felt ashamed, but I couldn't stop her, and besides, I didn't even want to. The vaginal opening,
tightly gripping my son's penis and rubbing against it with each thrust, grew hotter
and tighter. This tightness gave my son's penis even more pleasure with each thrust. I felt my
genitals growing larger and larger, until all sensation disappeared, as if I had become a
swollen , red, wet vulva, and my son a huge, erect penis. When my
vaginal muscles tightened to the point where it could no longer grip my son's hard, huge penis, suddenly, a burst of pleasure
exploded inside my vagina. I felt as if I had been blown into a million pieces. My vaginal canal
opened up instantly, but immediately the sphincter muscles inside tightened,
gripping . My whole body trembled and convulsed as I held my son tightly. I even cried out loud. This pure
, exhilarating orgasm was something I had never experienced with his father.
And what followed made me appreciate the benefits of being with a man.
My son had already reached his climax as my vagina tightened around his penis. As my hot
vaginal walls repeatedly wrapped around his engorged penis, he experienced
immense pleasure. And when I reached my climax, the sudden gush of hot fluid from my cervix completely enveloped him...
As his penis plunged into my pleasurable vaginal cavity, my son's penis throbbed violently
, shooting out his second ejaculation of the day deep into my open vagina. I actually
felt my son ejaculate amidst extreme pleasure, and the thought that it was the first time he had ejaculated inside his mother's mature, already
orgasmic vagina intensified the ecstasy I felt after my orgasm. And his
semen was so hot, so plentiful. With each rhythmic ejaculation, my body beneath him trembled
in sync with the rhythm. It felt as if all of his hot semen had poured into my
uterus, filling my entire vaginal cavity. I felt a warm, comforting
sensation Like a satisfied octopus, I released my arms and legs, tightly entwining myself around my son's young, strong body.
His head was pressed against my face; the intense intercourse had left him breathless . I gently caressed his smooth, sweaty back, savoring the peaceful comfort that
followed the pleasure between a man and a woman .
Warm fluid was still flowing between my legs. I knew the semen my son had just ejaculated inside
me was slowly liquefying. The thought that it was mostly his young semen
sent a shiver through me, and my lower body involuntarily twitched a few times. I couldn't feel his penis standing as
hard ; I only felt something soft and warm blocking my vaginal opening. I guessed
it was his penis, now limp after ejaculating. I hooked my legs around his firm buttocks and pulled my lower body
upwards . Sure enough, the pubic hair on his developing genitals was hard but not thick, and
a little prickly. Especially since my vulva had just experienced a thrilling orgasm, the sensitivity hadn't
completely subsided, and the hard pubic hair felt incredibly comfortable against it.
"Mommy, it feels so good, I don't want to move at all,"
my son seemed to be pleading with me. I looked at his young, innocent eyes and smiled. I
offered .
"Are you tired, Mommy's baby?"
I gently stroked my son's smooth back, thinking about what he had just done. Although it wasn't
earth-shattering , for a seventeen-year-old boy, to have a thirty-six-year-old mature woman experience
such a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm was indeed a bit much for him. Especially since this mature woman was his
mother.
"Not tired, Mommy. Did you feel good just now?"
My son kissed my red lips, a mischievous smile in his eyes.
"Don't ask Mommy that."
My face immediately turned red with embarrassment. I tried to avoid my son's burning gaze.
"Mommy, you look so beautiful right now, so charming."
My son stared greedily at my flushed face.
My face turned even redder. After each orgasm, a strange blush would rise on my face, chest, and lower abdomen
, especially now, with my son naked and pressed against his strong body, this blush, tinged with
shyness, was even more beautiful.
"Weiwei, get up."
I closed my eyes, not daring to look into my son's eyes. I took my legs off my son's waist,
bending them and placing them on either side of his body. Instantly, I felt a large amount of fluid flowing out of my body.
My son thought I was uncomfortable from being pressed down. His face flushed, and he rolled off my soft body.
My face was red as I closed my eyes and reached into the headboard to take out some toilet paper. I first pressed a stack of tissues against my
vulva, because I felt like a river had burst open, with fluid constantly
flowing from my vaginal opening. It flowed down my buttocks and onto the bed.
I held the toilet paper between my legs. Then I wrapped another stack of tissues around my son's penis,
which was completely limp after he had ejaculated inside his mother. I felt extremely ashamed, not only having brought my son to
orgasm , but also having to clean him up afterwards. My son's penis was soaked, including his lower abdomen,
pubic hair, and even his two now limp testicles. My face was burning. Even when his
father rough with me, my husband's genitals had never been this wet. Most of the fluid
was from when he was thrusting inside me, but so much made me feel ashamed.
My cleaning seemed to please my son; he lay motionless beside me, legs
spread , just like when I used to bathe him as a child. I carefully dried my son's genitals. I
threw away the incredibly wet tissue and prepared to wipe my own vulva, my face turning even redder. The fluid
had completely soaked the tissues; I had to change them. My genitals felt swollen; my vaginal
opening was still numb even after the orgasm, and my thick labia were sticky. I carefully dried
that area . The swelling in my clitoris hadn't subsided; the tissue felt numb and tingly, an indescribable sensation.
"Weiwei, do you want to wash up?"
I asked, still unable to look at my son, my cheeks still burning.
"Um, Mom, are you going too?"
My son turned to look at me.
"Weiwei will go first, Mom will tidy up here."
I said softly, blushing.
My son looked longingly at my naked, still pink body. He obediently got out of bed.
He left my room without wearing anything.
I almost shamelessly and greedily looked at my son's back. What a strong body! My son's
firm No wonder he was so energetic when he was pounding on me, making
me feel so happy. I lazily got up. To be honest, I really didn't want to move. When I was with his father
, I would always lie motionless on the bed after climaxing. My husband would do the cleaning up afterwards.
Either he would carry me to the bathroom, or he would bring the water, pick me up, and
make me squat on the basin so he could wash me. But wasn't that my husband who just left? And that's my
son, still immature and incapable of cherishing women. Thinking of this, a thought involuntarily arose in my mind: I must make him grow up
to be someone who knows how to cherish women. This thought was immediately interrupted by my shame: Good heavens,
what are you thinking? That's your son!
I got out of bed, intending to put on my pajamas, but when I pulled on my pants, I realized they were completely unwearable
; there was a sticky layer of liquid inside. My face flushed, and I took off my clothes again,
grabbing a long nightgown. I dared not wear underwear because something was still leaking from my vagina.
I took out some more tissues and cleaned my genitals, which I had just wiped clean but were now wet again.
Looking at the bed, my face burned like fire. There was
such a large puddle of water left where I had just been lying. It was as big as my buttocks, as if my entire
bottom had been soaked in that puddle while I was having sex with my son. It was so pleasurable with my husband, and he
always said I was very wet when I came, even though he always put a towel under my bottom before he came in,
but he never seemed to see me wet this much afterwards. That damn son!
I was completely overwhelmed. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding. How could I sleep on this sheet?
Blushing, I removed the sheet and changed it. I also gathered
up including my soaked clothes.
"Mom, I'm done."
Weiwei stood in the doorway. I looked up, and my son was standing naked in front of me. Even though I'd been intimate with my son
, seeing his still-drip, muscular body after his bath still made me
blush .
"Why aren't you dressed? You'll catch a cold,"
I frowned, trying to avoid looking at his long, strong legs and the still-large,
limp .
My son blushed too. He stammered, "Mom, my clothes are upstairs."
I looked at the pile of clothes I'd left there, blushed, turned, opened the closet, and took out
one of his father's pajamas. I tossed it to my son.
"Put it on quickly, what if you catch a cold? Silly boy."
My son put on his father's clothes. I looked at him, secretly shaking my head; his father's clothes were barely enough to support
him. Looking at my son's still-flushing face, I said with a touch of heartache, "Go drink some water, go to sleep early."
My son lowered his head and responded softly, following me out of the room.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I heard my son turn on the TV outside. I sighed. I
put the clothes in the washing machine and turned it on.
I turned on the tap. Hot water poured out.
I took off my clothes in front of the large mirror. The flush
on my body from the recent climax hadn't completely faded. My breasts still felt a little swollen. I gently pinched my swollen nipples, and a tingling sensation
ran through me. My face turned red. The small bumps on my areolas were almost subsiding. I lifted my full breasts,
and as if after a truly exhilarating orgasm, they seemed even more swollen. The bluish veins that had bulged on my snow-white breasts during
arousal had slowly faded, but my breasts still seemed very firm.
This is all thanks to the man, I thought to myself unconsciously.
My lower abdomen, which had twitched countless times during the intense pleasure, had now returned to its original
calm and softness. A slight blush lingered on my lower abdomen, and the stretch marks from before Weiwei's birth
were now just faint white lines. Thinking of Weiwei's birth here, my face flushed again,
and the lingering passion made my lower body twitch again—my son's large, hard
member was inside me.
I felt warm fluid trickling down my thighs. I dared not think further, stepping into the huge bathtub and
letting the hot water pour over my head, wetting my long, black hair.
While washing myself, my fingers could still feel the fluid my son had left inside my vagina;
my body was still slippery. I pulled my fingers out and held them to my nose. Yes, it was my son's semen. The smell—like the
one he had ejaculated on my underwear, on my lower abdomen, and later inside my vagina
, spreading throughout the room—like the scent of some plant in bloom. The little boy's semen was so
alluring .
That faint scent reminded me of my son's movements on my body just now, and I felt my breathing
become heavy again. My already moist vagina started to secrete new fluid. Good heavens, it had only
been less than half an hour since my orgasm!
I quickly composed myself, dried myself off in a few swift movements, put on my underwear, slipped on my nightgown, and tied my
long hair up in a loose knot at the back of my head, securing it with a hair clip, before leaving the bathroom.
My son's gaze had followed me ever since I opened the door. This made my cheeks burn, and I
pretended not to look at him.
"Aren't you going to sleep yet, Weiwei? It's getting late."
"Mommy, you're so beautiful."
My son was practically swallowing. I wanted to laugh inwardly.
"You're always talking nonsense. Isn't Mommy like this every day?"
"No, Mommy. You're beautiful every day, especially today."
My son. My heart skipped a beat. "Don't you know? It's because of what you did to your mother,
making her feel like a real woman again." Of course, I couldn't tell my son this. I
glared at him and bit my lower lip.
Suddenly, my son pounced on me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Mom, you're so alluring! I love you so much!"
My heart warmed, and without realizing it, I found myself flirting with my son. How could a young boy
resist my charm?
"Ugh, you naughty boy. You're always teasing your mother."
I couldn't even control my own allure. I covered my blushing face with my hands.
"Mom, Mom. I really love you so much,"
my son whispered tenderly in my ear, hugging me.
I blushed and pushed him away.
"What are you saying, you naughty boy? Aren't you ashamed? How old are you? And you're already saying 'love' all this time? Besides, your mother is
an old woman like me...
" "No, Mom, my dear Mom, you're not! You're the most beautiful and youngest mom I know,
the woman I love most!"
My son interrupted me earnestly, as if making a vow.
I was touched. I felt like I'd never heard such a vow before.
"Alright, Weiwei,"
I said, regaining my composure.
"Sit down and listen to Mom,"
my son obediently sat down beside me. "Mom did something we shouldn't have done today,"
my face flushed again, but I had to tell my son.
"That's because Mom loves my Weiwei too, but this is extremely immoral, the worst thing ever,
you understand? If anyone knew that Mom and Weiwei did this, then Mom would never be able to face anyone again."
"And then there's you, and your dad,"
I thought of my husband, and my heart ached for no reason.
"So no matter when, as long as there's a third person present, Weiwei, you can't do
what Mommy just did, do you understand? And you're still growing, this kind of thing isn't good for your health
."
"No, Mommy. I'm fine now,"
my son quickly retorted.
"Do you want to listen to Mommy?"
I pleaded. Oh no, I'm being coquettish with my son again.
"Mommy says it's not good, and that means it. So, so, you can't do this with Mommy all the time."
Later, my face turned red. "Not often" meant "occasionally"? Good heavens, what am I
saying ?
"Oh, then Mommy, what if I miss you? I miss you all the time."
My son seemed to understand, but he was resisting.
"You can't miss me all the time, son, I beg you, I can't bear to see your health ruined like that
."
I was getting anxious. What should I do with this child who seemed to understand but didn't?
"Also, your most important thing right now is your studies. If this makes you distracted and your
studies suffer, then...then Mom will...I won't talk to you anymore."
I said shyly, and my son immediately nodded.
"I know, Mom, I know, I will definitely study hard,"
I saw the expectation in his eyes. I closed my eyes: "What a tragedy. I fell in love with his
father, gave birth to him, and now I've fallen in love with my own son, and even committed an incestuous
act with him. What did I owe them in my past life?" When my husband called to say he was coming home

on the eleventh

, my son and I felt a slight pang of reluctance. The past
week felt like I was back in paradise when my husband was healthy. After being intimate with my son
, my pain miraculously disappeared. We hardly ever left the house; the bed became
the most essential thing for my son and me.
Although I told my son we couldn't do it too often, his youthful and intense desire always made me
forget all my worries. Later, I couldn't tell whether it was my son who wanted more, or whether I
actively seduced him and made him climb on top of me more often.
My son was like a greedy, thirsty child, quickly and thoroughly absorbing
all . My son's young and strong body could completely satisfy the mature and intense
desires of a woman my age. And whenever I realized that what was moving inside me was my own son's young sexual organ,
I felt a strange, indescribable lewdness and lasciviousness. I always felt that I was using my mature
mother's body to entice my son to an erection, then taking his large, hard erection into my own sexual organ,
letting him use his strong body and abundant stamina to lead me to the peak of sexual desire time and time again. Every time
my son thrusts into me with his seemingly ever-growing penis, I shamelessly
raise my full body, skillfully accommodating each of his thrusts. I even teach my son
how to do it better, how to make his mother feel more comfortable and satisfied. I try to demonstrate
different positions, experimenting with penetration with my son, some of which he and his father have never even tried.
My son's eagerness to learn and his boundless energy in this area truly gives me unprecedented pleasure. He remembers everything I
say after just one time, and in the next action or the next time we intercourse,
I don't need to remind him anymore.
Once my young son gets an erection, he always wants to immediately climb on top of me,
eager into my body, even though almost every time he gets an erection, my body is already
prepared for his large penis to enter. Because compared to my son… My body is so mature and
sensitive that sometimes I don't even need foreplay; just imagining it makes me wet.
If I then see my son's penis engorged and hardened under my teasing, my desire quickly
reaches peak. At that moment, I need my son to thrust his hot member inside me for a longer time to
reach the ultimate pleasure. I don't want his rapid, intense movements; I enjoy feeling my son's
young, thick erection slowly filling and tightening me, inch by inch. But my son doesn't understand. When he touches
or sees my wetness, he raises his large member and thrusts it straight into my wet
vagina , then begins to pump like a tidal wave. Although I feel pleasure that way too, I ultimately don't want
to start so quickly. And sometimes, when his huge penis slips out of my wet vagina,
it causes pain for both of us.
And my son's rapid thrusting often made him unable to control his urge to ejaculate, sometimes causing
it to go limp just when I needed it to maintain my erection. Because he was still a child, I couldn't blame
him. Anyway, as long as I wanted more, a little teasing would make my young son regroup and get
back on the go. But I really couldn't bear to see my son covered in sweat on me. And to satisfy my sexual
desires, he ejaculated again and again.
That morning, when I woke up, I saw my son's erection pushing the blanket high, and I couldn't help but laugh. I
secretly lifted the blanket and looked at my son's morning pride. My son had been immersed in my mature body for a long time, and his
thing had become even more magnificent. It was thicker and stronger than when I first touched it. And it often
went in and out of my still relatively tight lower body, and the skin that used to cover the glans slowly receded. At this time, my son's
erect genitals were almost ferocious. I gently measured it with my hand and couldn't help but
secretly marvel at the results of my cultivation over the past few days.
My son's genitals were gradually resembling the penis of an adult man; the exposed glans resembled a peeled, round
lychee, smooth and plump. The original pink color, after repeated thrusting
and soaking inside my mature female body, had turned a purplish-red, a color typically associated with adult men. The small slit from which
semen had widened, and the pubic hair was more abundant and denser. I watched,
marveling at the rapid growth of my son. I tried to squeeze his enormous penis; it was still the same—hard and
full of life.
At that moment, I truly felt like a wanton and wanton woman. A moment later, I even felt myself...
My face was wet, very wet, making me blush. When a woman's lower body is wet, the hand gripping
a man's penis tightens. I started panting and began stroking my son's penis; sure enough, he woke
up. Seeing his mother pinching his erect penis, his face flushed red, he knew he wanted it.
He rolled over and pinned me beneath his strong body. Before I could speak, his
hard, warm thing was between my legs. I bit my lip and glared at him. But I quietly
parted my legs, placing them on either side of his body. "Mommy, take me in."
Despite several days of debauchery, my son had already mastered
the technique of inserting his penis into me without my guidance, because my mature vulva was already wet and slippery, and the part expecting a man's
penis was already open. But every time my son lay on my lower abdomen, he would still press his hard
thing against my open, fluid-drenched vulva, coaxing me to take his penis inside.
I genuinely enjoyed doing that, because I always felt like I was leading my son into this paradise of pleasure.
I pinched my son's heavy, enormous erection with my fingers, helping him find the opening I needed. Just as I was about to
tell my son, "Mommy wants to enjoy this slowly," his huge penis thrust hard into my
vagina. Of course, I felt great, immediately releasing my grip on his penis and supporting his constantly throbbing buttocks.
I closed my eyes , enjoying my son's young and vigorous thrusting. But that day, perhaps because there was too much vaginal lubrication inside me
, or perhaps because I didn't realize how vigorous my son's movements were, I felt my lower body slippery and was experiencing pleasure from my son's hot,
huge penis when, by accident, he pulled his penis all the way out of
my vagina. And while my son's penis was thrusting in and out of my vagina, I always liked to pant and push
my buttocks up, using my genitals to meet his thrusts. When his penis was pulled out of my vagina and then thrusting
back , it coincided with me pushing my genitals upwards. And at that moment, my entire vulva was wet with his
lubricating fluids. My genitals were already incredibly slippery. My son, not yet very skilled, obviously couldn't find
the entrance to my vagina right away. Just like that, his hard penis slammed into my vulva. I was in pain
, but seeing my son wince in pain broke my heart. I quickly reached between his legs and
grasped his slippery
, wet penis, glistening with my vaginal secretions. "Does it hurt a little?"
"Yes, Mom, a little. But it's okay."
"I told you to go slower, slower! Let Mom see."
I tilted my head back and lifted my son's penis from between my legs. Thankfully, it was still hard.
The glans was red and swollen from excitement, and the deep coronal sulcus was filled with
the vaginal fluid I had secreted during arousal. Because of the large thing churning inside, the white fluid now looked somewhat
like white foam. I stroked my son's penis; it was wet. No wonder it was
so slippery and oily inside my vagina.
"Lie down, let Mom do it,"
I whispered shyly in my son's ear.
He knew immediately I wanted to try a different position and became incredibly excited. We'd
tried , but I'd never
tried the position where I was on top and he was on the bottom. I always felt embarrassed; riding on my son's huge penis and enjoying pleasure,
exposing my wanton side to him, always made me feel ashamed. Besides, the way my breasts
bounced so embarrassing. So I
'd never dared to try that position. But now I didn't care.
Seeing my son's excited gaze fixed on me, I rolled over and climbed on top of him. I couldn't help but shyly scold,
"Don't look, you naughty son."
He wouldn't listen, grinning mischievously. I bit my lower lip and tremblingly climbed
onto my son's strong body. I stared at him almost seductively, straightening my upper body, my hand reaching down to my lower abdomen
. My genitals felt like they were on fire, and bodily fluids trickled down my thighs. The thought of the shameful act
I was about to commit stirred a ravenous desire within me.
I grasped my son's now erect, seemingly even harder, penis and pressed the large glans into
my mature vagina, which was wide open in anticipation.
"Oh,"
I groaned, closing my eyes and releasing my grip. My son's hot penis was instantly swallowed by my wet, open
vagina . A surge of intense pleasure arose from the novel position and the immense shame it brought.
Involuntarily, I tightened my vaginal muscles, my hands supporting myself on my son's chest. My large, full, white breasts drooped
, landing on his face. I slowly moved my hips, my round, white buttocks gradually
descending. I felt my son's large, hot penis being swallowed inch by inch by his mother's mature, wanton
vagina.
"Mommy, you're so sexy,"
my son said, his eyes fixed on me. He reached out and grasped my full breasts.
My son carefully kneaded my extremely sensitive, fully erect nipples, gently stroking
each excited little particle on my areola. I felt incredibly happy. I swayed my mature, full
buttocks , lifting them up to let the head of my son's penis slide to the entrance of my sensitive vagina, then slowly sat down.
My son's huge penis tightly filled the cavity I needed. My secretions were just right,
moistening both of our genitals. The thrusting was incredibly pleasurable.
"Weiwei, Weiwei, oh, Mommy feels so good."
I could no longer suppress my pleasure;
the immense pleasure from the penetration and rubbing of my son's huge penis made me unable to control myself. I began to lie low on my son's strong chest, my slender
waist rhythmically moving my round, somewhat plump, white buttocks, slowly
rubbing against his thick penis. My son also felt the visual impact and penile pleasure brought by this position. His
hand moved from my nipple to my swaying waist, his large, warm hand gripping my waist, helping me push
downwards, pounding my body against his penis…
“Weiwei, Mommy’s so happy, ah, ah, I can’t take it anymore.”
I was panting heavily, not pretending to be comfortable, but because my vagina was gripping my son’s hot, large penis tightly
, and as he rubbed against me, my sensitive vaginal mucosa was extremely stimulated. This was similar to my son being on top…
The feeling was completely different from simply thrusting his hard, erect member straight into my vagina.
I almost completely controlled my son's thick, hot member, guiding it to the very
spot . From the tight vaginal opening to the cervix, which was slowly protruding due to pleasure,
every inch, every tiny fold, every touch of that thick, hot member brought me unbearable pleasure
.
My son clearly sensed my pleasure; his penis
became even harder and hotter due to the natural contractions of my vaginal cavity when I was in pleasure, and this hardness and heat, perceived by my sensitive vaginal walls, added even more
comfort . My son began to nervously lift his hard member and push it upwards, but I quickly stopped
him: "Weiwei, no, let Mom do it, just keep it straight."
My son obediently stopped, although his body was trembling with unstoppable excitement. But he still obediently
kept his genitals straight and hard, allowing me to thrust pleasurably on his penis.
I could feel my son's penis, tightly gripped by my vaginal walls, growing larger and
harder. Partly due to his excitement, and partly because my own orgasm was approaching, my
vaginal opening was involuntarily tightening, yearning for a closer, more intimate
connection with the man's genitals inside. I felt my lower abdomen becoming increasingly wet, and
excess fluid from my masturbation flowed down my son's erect penis, soaking both of our genitals. With each thrust, we could hear a
squelching sound from our point of contact. This familiar yet stimulating sound filled me with shame, but excited my son
. His eyes were fixed on my lower abdomen, and when he saw
a thick layer of milky-white, foamy liquid covering his pubic hair and mine, he exclaimed excitedly, "Mommy, Mommy, you're
so wet down there!" Oh
my god, I was so ashamed. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and began to increase the speed of my thrusts.
This increased speed made the squelching sound louder, clearer, and more intense. Pleasure
surged from my lower body, rubbed by my son's thick penis, with each increasingly intense, wet sound.
Finally, as if using my last ounce of strength, I forcefully and steadily thrust my son's enormous penis to the hilt of
my nearly collapsing vagina. A tremendous wave of pleasure radiated from every inch of my vaginal cavity throughout my body
. I collapsed onto my son, feeling utterly exhausted. I gasped heavily, "Weiwei
, my darling. It feels so good, let me die!"
My vaginal cavity convulsed violently, gripping my son's still erect penis inside me.
"Mommy, you're so tight! Ah, Mommy, I'm going to cum!"
my son moaned, clinging tightly to my plump buttocks, pulling me firmly against his lower abdomen, as if afraid I would pull his
penis out of my body. The unconscious contractions of the genitals during a mature mother's orgasm
were unbearable for the young son. Before my contractions had completely stopped, my son's enormous penis suddenly
began to throb violently inside my vagina, which was already throbbing with pleasure. It swelled up, and the youthful power
and vigorous surge made me feel as if my orgasm had been prolonged. My vaginal muscles, as if to
soothe my son's throbbing genitals, contracted again. My son's semen, hot and passionate
, gushed out, his penis trembling violently. I cried out in pleasure.
My body, still not calmed after reaching orgasm, convulsed again with my son's ejaculation.
Twelve

: "Mom, it feels so good when you're on top of me. It's so comfortable."
My son lay on his back, and I carefully cleaned his genitals. I had indeed secreted too much fluid;
the sticky residue on my pubic hair was impossible to wipe clean.
I gently slapped my son's now limp penis: "Mom is exhausted. And you still say it's good."
"Mom,"
my son lifted himself up, hugged me, looked at my sweaty hair, and tucked a stray
strand behind my ear. He kissed me on the cheek.
"Then I'll take care of Mom from now on," he said.
"You were always moving so fast, you scared Mom to death today,"
I rolled my eyes at him. I said coquettishly
, "No more, Mom. From now on I'll move slowly like you did today. It
feels so good to move slowly."
"Oh no, get up and put the clothes in the washing machine. Mom's going to make breakfast."
I gave my son a sweet look and dodged his advances. If this continued, he'd get
an erection again soon.
Weide came back and was happy to see that I had recovered. That night, the three of us
ate out.
Sleeping with my son every night seemed to have become a habit. I slept in my husband's arms, feeling his
warmth and breath. I suddenly thought about my son's genitals again. Weide noticed my desire. As usual, his
hands first caressed my body. Compared to my son, my husband was more familiar with my body. Although I was used to
my son's real, hands-on experience, Weide's caresses still gave me an uncontrollable excitement.
Weide climbed between my legs, inhaling the scent of my mature female genitals when aroused, and
parted . As Weide worked hard to stimulate my desire with his tongue, I couldn't help but think of
my son's thick penis that had been churning inside me the night before. My orgasm came half under
my husband's skillful tongue and half in the memory of my son, arriving belatedly.
After Weide fell asleep, I couldn't sleep peacefully. I thought about my son upstairs; he must also be unaccustomed to sleeping
alone .
Sure enough, the next morning, as soon as Weide drove away, my son hesitantly sidled into my room.
"Mom, I didn't sleep all night."
Looking at my son's bloodshot eyes, I lovingly pulled him into the covers.
"You naughty boy, just one night, and you're trying to take it from your dad?"
"No, I just miss Mommy, I just can't sleep."
I was both amused and annoyed. I hugged my son's strong body and kissed him. "Then go to sleep now, Mommy's
holding you should help you fall asleep."
"Mmm, Mommy."
My son found my lips and put his warm tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it for a while and then felt that warm, hard erection on
my lower abdomen pressing against my smooth belly. I laughed.
"You little rascal, so that's why you can't sleep."
My son's face turned red; he looked so much like a little boy then.
His shyness even ignited my own passion. I quickly pulled off his clothes. Nestled
in his strong arms, I kissed him passionately. I adjusted my position, moving his hot,
erect penis between my legs. I clamped my legs around his throbbing member.
During our kiss, my son began to caress my body; his hands
slipped through my thick, dark hair, down my slender, white neck, and onto my rounded shoulders. His hands were warm
and strong, and their movement on my body brought me pleasure.
After a few days of pleasure, I no longer felt the initial shyness and subconscious
resistance towards my son's body. I relaxed and enjoyed his caresses. Although his touch
was immature and aimless compared to his father's, it was precisely his impetuousness and vitality that ignited an
indescribable passion within me. My breasts, pressed against my son's chest, began to swell again. I gently twisted, pressing and
rubbing my gradually hardening nipples against his strong chest. Sensing his mother's physical
reaction, my son moved his hand to my chest, grasping my full breasts. Seeing the two purplish-red,
bulging nipples, he lowered his head and took one into his mouth. I tilted my head back, taking a deep breath.
My son's tongue, moist and strong, was sucking on my nipple.
"You little rascal, you're so big and still want to drink your mother's milk?"
I teased, watching my beloved son kiss my nipple. My hand gently stroked his head. My son released
one nipple, the purplish-red nipple glistening with his saliva, even more swollen.
The areola also began to bulge. I felt a surge of excitement; my son's penis, tightly pressed between my legs,
throbbed restlessly. I lifted my other, snow-white, swollen breast. "Here, gently, bite lightly, it
feels so good, Mommy."
My son obediently took the other nipple into his mouth. I hugged his head tightly, panting. I felt a
slippery . Just then, my son's hard penis pressed against that itchy spot, it felt so good.
Soon, I felt both breasts swelling uncomfortably. Looking down, I saw that my two nipples, sucked by
my son , were large and round, like two ripe, bright red dates protruding from the tops of my snow-white, full breasts.
The areolas were swollen, surrounding the two erect nipples, their color deepening, and small
bumps . On my already white, full, and swollen breasts, faint bluish
veins began to appear due to excitement. Every mature woman, especially a mother, has this reaction when sexually aroused. I
began to moan softly, unconsciously stroking my beloved son's head. I clamped my legs together, holding my son's penis pressed against my
crotch One side of his round, thick penis was already wet with my own fluids. I
gently moved my hips, letting my hot, wet vulva rub against his hard member. Only
this slight rubbing offered any relief from the discomfort in my lower body.
My son became restless again; his penis grew hotter and larger, and he began trying to pull it
out from between my legs.
"You little rascal, getting naughty again,"
I laughed, kissing his burning cheek. Thinking about how he hadn't slept all night, I felt sorry for him,
and I also felt the fire that his father had temporarily extinguished with his hands and mouth last night beginning to
rise again . I changed position, placing my hips against my son's chest, and turned to him with a smile, saying, "
Baby. Do it this way, so you won't get too tired."
My son looked at me, lying on his side in the blankets, seemingly unsure where to begin.
I chuckled. "You silly boy."
I thrust my buttocks further towards my son, my hand reaching under his lower abdomen to grasp his
throbbing , thick penis. I rubbed it between my buttocks. "Found it, you naughty boy?"
I snorted, turning to look at him with seductive eyes. My vaginal opening was already dripping wet.
The swollen opening was hotter than other places, and my son's sensitive, exposed glans immediately sensed my moist
, slippery entrance. His hands embraced my plump, white buttocks as I arched towards him, his penis breaking free from my grasp and
thrusting into his mother's private parts.
I tilted my head back comfortably, letting out a long, happy moan. I thrust my buttocks joyfully towards
my son. Even with the obstruction of my protruding buttocks, his hot,
hard penis slowly reached the cervix deep inside my vagina. I slightly twisted my
buttocks, letting my sensitive cervix feel the friction of my son's hot, large glans. My vagina
was incredibly hot, overflowing with hot, lustful fluid like a spilled thermos. My son slowly
embraced my plump buttocks, thrusting his young
, hard penis into his mother's mature, desire-filled vaginal cavity. I lay on my side, lifting my
snow-white arching them against his erect penis.
"Does it feel good, baby?"
I moaned softly, turning to see my son almost reverently cradling my full, white buttocks, diligently
pushing his thick penis into my vaginal cavity.
"Mommy, it feels so good. How about you?"
My son saw my smile, pressing his penis deep against my cervix, moving his hands to my
chest, embracing me, and kissing me.
"Weiwei, Mommy is also enjoying it, you're so big, filling Mommy so tightly. It feels so good."
I sighed softly, twisting my slender waist, letting my protruding cervix rub against my son's hot glans. I took
my son's hand and placed it on my full breasts, turning back to whisper, "My sweetheart, squeeze Mommy's
nipples, mmm, so gentle. You're making Mommy so happy."
My son's large hand skillfully circled my areolas, slowly shifting his attention to my erect, hard
nipples.
"Mommy, you're so warm, tight, and wet inside."
My son pinched my tingling nipples, thrusting behind me, his large male
genitals tightly stretching open my itchy, sensitive, mature vaginal cavity, moving in and out.
"You naughty boy."
I turned back to my beloved son with a seductive smile, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, pushing my mature, plump buttocks
against his penis again and again. My son's glans was so big and hot, the deep coronal sulcus...
It seemed to straighten out all the sensitive folds inside my vaginal cavity, sometimes even brushing against my
G-spot hidden on the anterior wall of my vagina. The warm coronal sulcus brushing against my G-spot always made me unconsciously
tighten my vaginal cavity in excitement.
My unnatural tightening felt good to my son; after he thrust his penis deep into my vagina, he whispered
, "Mommy, squeeze me, it felt so good just now."
I turned back and gave him a coquettish glare. I did as he said, tightening my vaginal sphincter. Instantly, I felt
my son's thick, large penis tightly packed inside my vagina, still throbbing slightly. I felt
incredibly good. My vaginal cavity contracted repeatedly.
"Mommy, this is how you squeeze me when you feel best,"
my son said, his penis trembling inside my mature female reproductive tract. I turned back and moaned softly to my son,
"Good boy, pull your penis out slowly. There's a spot inside that feels so good when you touch it."
My son slowly pulled his penis out of my wet, sticky, tight vagina. I carefully savored the sensation
of his hot, thick glans and the deep coronal sulcus rubbing against
every inch of sensitive vaginal walls. As he neared the entrance, I suddenly felt
a small, raised fleshy bump on the front wall of my vagina, where my son's coronal sulcus had touched it. I quickly twisted my hips
, "Good boy, right here. It felt so good when my penis came out from here."
"Is it here, Mommy?"
What
could ? My son slowly pushed his hot member further into my vagina.
"Baby, slowly pull out. Mommy will tell you where it is."
I felt no shame at all, actually asking my own son to find my G-spot. I
focused all my sensations on my incredibly hot, excited, and mature vagina. My son's large
glans was pulling out again, this time even slower. My sensations were even more intense.
"Ah, oh, it's here, Weiwei, it's here, there's a little bump
inside , can you feel it?"
I cried out. I had made love with his father for so long, and I had never asked him to search so
carefully for my G-spot. Yet, I had my son
find it while we were making love. Perhaps it was because Weiwei's penis was larger and thicker than his father's, and because I was doing it on my side to
avoid out, my vaginal cavity was tight, and my son's huge penis
had indeed completely stretched open the mature vaginal walls, which was why I could feel my sensitive
spot.
"Mommy. Where is it?"
My son probably couldn't feel my little bump.
"Weiwei, my sweetheart, when you pull out, if Mommy unconsciously squeezes your penis,
it's because you touched Mommy's sensitive spot. Sweetheart, try again."
I told my son, trembling. He slowly moved his thick penis in and out of my vagina
. I felt the area of pleasure becoming more and more obvious, as if something was suddenly
emerging from my vaginal mucosa. Every time my son pulled his hard thing out, I could
almost feel his deep flesh rubbing against that spot. Each rubbing made me
feel extremely happy, and my vaginal cavity would involuntarily contract. Perhaps because
I kept involuntarily clenching a certain spot, my son gradually shifted his sensation from his penis to my vaginal cavity
.
"Mommy, Mommy, I feel it, is it here?"
my son suddenly shouted excitedly. He
stopped and kept rubbing against my sensitive little protrusion. I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure:
"Oh, so gentle, right here, right here, oh my baby, you're killing your mother,
rub against , oh my good son. You're going to kill your mother."
I didn't realize that the sounds I made at that moment were exactly the sounds a sexually mature woman makes when her man is using that
hard thing to make her feel good, which is extremely tempting and stimulating to every man
. Moreover, the one behind me, rubbing against me with that hard thing, was my young and inexperienced
son. He was still a seventeen-year-old boy in his third year of junior high school. My seductive cries, and
the natural contractions of my vaginal cavity when my son rubbed against my soothing spot, made my young son, who
already , even more unable to control himself.
My son suddenly hugged me tightly and desperately arched my plump buttocks towards his lower abdomen, shouting.
"Mommy, Mommy, I can't hold back anymore! Ah, Mommy, you're squeezing me so tight, it feels so good!"
My son hugged my buttocks, and his penis suddenly sped up, thrusting rapidly into my vagina.
My little place was already on the verge of excruciating from the friction of his thick, hot thing, and with
his sudden acceleration, I immediately felt my entire vaginal cavity burn like fire.
His strong buttocks thrust forward at an incredible speed, and I couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all. I felt as if
his penis was hitting my buttocks so fast that it was as if it had never been inside me before.
It was only when his lower abdomen hit my full, plump buttocks that I
realized my son was doing something to me from behind.
I was so happy I couldn't do anything. I opened my mouth wide, panting with pleasure, and called out to my son loudly.
I thrust my plump, snow-white buttocks completely into my son's hands, letting him hold and
pound fiery hot penis grew larger and larger, until it felt like it was about to fill my entire body. I
felt as if my body had become the wet, dripping, mature woman's vagina again.
My son's rapid thrusting and rubbing brought this mature vagina to the peak of pleasure. My vagina contracted, while
the penis inside continued to swell, until finally, I felt I could no longer hold on. I let out a muffled
groan and fainted as if losing consciousness. The only sensation I had was in my lower body; waves
of pleasure spread throughout my body with the trembling of my son's semen as it gushed out.
"My darling, how can I live with you?"
I remember screaming, and then I felt nothing more. The world became a blur, and my son's thick...
His penis was inside me, carrying me soaring through the air.

Sexual

intercourse with my son gradually became a source of endless pleasure. I no longer
felt the shame I had at the beginning, or rather, those feelings of shame slowly dissipated after day after day of frenzied intercourse with my young son
. After nearly twenty years of sexual relations with his father, I suddenly realized that
the pleasure and satisfaction my son gave me seemed far greater than what his father provided. Perhaps it was my son's youth
that rekindled the passion I already possessed, and his robust body and vigorous libido
often brought unexpected surprises and extraordinary pleasure.
When having sex with my son, I always forgot that I was his mother. Even when I occasionally remembered,
the obscene feeling arising from violating human ethics acted like an aphrodisiac, quickly and intensely
igniting my mature and fervent sexual desire. Mothers my age naturally have a
strong . Once I established a stable and harmonious sexual relationship with my son, my body
quickly responded with a desire for that relationship. From having sex every few days to it becoming almost
a habit , I became like a wanton and gluttonous woman.
My growing son's sexual desire was even more intense. Like a studious child, he eagerly
sought knowledge about the intimate aspects of life between men and women from his mature mother. Every time I
had sex with my son, I felt like I was giving him different
lessons about sex in bed. This kind of instructional game sometimes seemed extremely lewd to me. But my young son learned
so well, always executing the techniques and flirtatious details his mother taught him perfectly.
Although he was sometimes a little clumsy and awkward, it was precisely his slight awkwardness and clumsiness that
aroused the most primal desires of a mature mother.
My life had never been better.
Every day I work happily, and when I come home in the evening, my beloved son's robust body and passionate
desire . I feel like I'm back on my honeymoon, every moment with my son in bed is so wonderful and exciting. As I indulge in the pleasure and satisfaction of our
union , a mother's instinctive love and care grow stronger, and I understand my son's physical condition better than ever before—whether it's sunny or cloudy, hot or cold. I skillfully guard against any factors that might harm my son's health, because things are different now. In the past, when my son was unwell, I was naturally anxious, but now, my son is almost an indispensable man in my life; his health is inextricably linked to my happiness and my definition of life. For example, if my son feels leg pain or his urine turns yellow after a night of intense sex , I must stop having sex with him for a few days. I'm no longer as indifferent or even greedy . I meticulously prepared my son's meals to replenish the energy and vitality he expended on me. The direct reward for this care was that my son's body became increasingly strong and healthy, and he became more and more vigorous in bed, allowing me to experience increasingly thrilling orgasms. Moreover, because of this incestuous relationship, my son's feelings for me deepened. His emotions transcended the rebelliousness or unusual interest in the opposite sex typical of teenage boys. He focused almost all his energy on my studies, which I valued highly, as well as on my body and what was happening between us. Our lives gradually became more organized and structured. Every morning, I still got up first to prepare breakfast. Then I went to my workplace, and he went to his school. A new routine was the daily kiss before he left. We had lunch at our own places. I got off work earlier than my son, and I would always go to the market to carefully select our dinner before cooking at home. By the time my son finished his schoolwork and training with his team, dinner was already prepared. After dinner , my son accompanies me for a walk downstairs, or we go to the nearby store to buy some small odds and ends. When we get home, I take a shower; sometimes I shower alone , and sometimes he insists on showering with me. Of course, when we shower together, we'll joke around a little, but it doesn't last long. After eight o'clock is my son's study time, and I'll be downstairs watching the washing machine or watching TV. Sometimes when I feel bored, I'll go to my son's room and sit with him while he does his homework . I don't allow him to be distracted at all when he's studying . Then we go to bed. Before getting into bed, I always tidy a bit, changing into loose, easy-to-undo pajamas (because my son is still inexperienced, and complicated clothes are always inconvenient when he's in a hurry. Besides, by then, I'm always eager to be naked and pressed against his body). Sometimes I'll wear sexy, alluring lingerie (my son says my skin and figure are exceptionally sexy; whenever I wear transparent or revealing lingerie, it always arouses my son's strongest sexual excitement, and of course, his excitement is quickly transferred to my mature body). I'll spray on some perfume, sit on the bed, and watch TV while waiting for my son. His arrival marks the happiest and most exciting moment of the day. Sometimes we'll anxiously tear off each other's clothes quickly and stick them together , but most of the time, I'll slowly guide my son, teaching him to explore the secrets on my body that he hasn't discovered or understands yet. This delicate exploration is the best form of foreplay, and through my son's inquisitive exploration , I discover previously unknown sources of pleasure within myself. I slowly savor every detail of my time with my beloved son, even the smallest, almost imperceptible ripples of pleasure . This learning and exploration eventually fills my body with a burning desire, and then I moan as I guide my son's large, erect penis into my eager, wet, mature, and tight reproductive tract. Controlling the movements and rhythm of my son's thrusts, I let my strong son lead me to one sexual peak after another. My son is growing up too; he has learned how to be considerate of his mother, and like his father, he no longer wants me to be tired afterward. He had learned how to clean my genitals, which were a mess from our passionate sex . Every day, after the afterglow of my orgasm had completely faded, he would wash and dry me, then hold me tightly in his young and strong arms, letting me lean against his muscular chest, listening to his voice.

A soft heartbeat lulled me into a deep sleep. Like a loving young couple.
A perfect day, a perfect life.
My husband occasionally comes home, just like before, but he sleeps at home less often. He comes home to check on me and
our son's studies before heading back to his company. I never complained before, and I certainly
won't now.
My son and I keep our promise to each other, carefully protecting our secret. We happily enjoy
our days as mother and son, and lovers.
I'm no longer a listless, resentful woman. My son's almost daily care and passion have made me
more alluring. More often than not, I'm like a newlywed wife. Everyone who knows me is surprised by my
transformation, even asking for the secret. I secretly smile to myself: because I have a young son who
has already knows how to "love" his mother. Of course, not everyone can accept this kind of love.
But what does it matter? This is just between my beloved son and me. We have no intention of having others imitate us, nor
do we want others to pry into our privacy. We are simply happily being ourselves, a passionate
woman and a strong young man. I don't want anyone to disturb or ruin these happy and pure
days between my son and me.

I have a vague feeling that this incestuous and obscene relationship with my son will eventually be discovered, so I warned
my son that he must not let anyone see or notice even the slightest flaw. But I was afraid
that even would expose this
shameful affair between mother and son.
Unfortunately, it still happened in the end, no matter how well I thought my son and I had hidden it.
And the one who found out was my husband, the husband I have always loved and always felt sorry for.

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