[I put on a cosplay outfit for my son] [Author: The Wind Catcher]

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Author: The Wind Chaser
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I am a 38-year-old housewife with a loving husband and a son in his final year of high school. My
husband works for a large company, and we live a fairly comfortable life. I mainly focus on being a housewife, occasionally
baking and selling to friends to earn some extra money. Life is quite enjoyable.
Today, as usual, I was cleaning the house when I heard noises coming from my son's room. Listening closely, I realized it was
his favorite anime.
Sigh, I sighed. He's about to take the college entrance exam, and he's still watching these things all day.
Our family is relatively open-minded; we don't have much prejudice against anime and games. We just hope my son can
focus on his studies during this time and can play freely after the exam. Knock,
knock, knock.
I knocked on the door of my son's room,
still mopping the floor, and went in to clean. His room was fairly tidy, and some misplaced items were normal. Compared to other children, he's already
doing very well, so I haven't been too strict with him. Children can't be strictly disciplined in everything; letting
them develop is the best approach—this has always been my belief.
"Mingming, stop playing around. This is the most crucial time. Study hard these next few months. Once you get into university, you
can play however you want. Your aunt's kids say there's an anime club at school. You'll have a much more
comfortable life there than playing around here."
I still have to take care of my own child. I can't just ignore him. Looking at
my son who showed no interest in studying, I patiently tried to persuade him. Luckily, he's quite smart and his grades are consistently above average, so
I haven't had to worry too much.
Hearing my words, he thought for a moment before speaking.
"Okay, Mom, let's make a deal. I'll study hard during this period, and then you have to do one thing for me."
Hearing my son's words, I felt relieved. Finally, he was thinking about studying.
"What is it? As long as you study hard, I'll do anything. You don't want a car, do you? We
still can't afford that. At least you need to get your driver's license first."
I was about to agree, but then I realized I couldn't make a promise.
"What car? Mom, you're overthinking it. I'm not interested in those things. There's a comic convention during summer vacation after the exams,
and I want you to come with me and cosplay a character with me.
" "No problem, but I don't know much about these things. Is that okay?" "It's fine.
I've always gone by myself before, and I've seen other people with someone to cosplay with, so I wanted you
to come with me this time, Mom . "
"Okay, okay, as long as you get into a good university, I'll do whatever you want." And so, my promise to my son came into effect . "Mom! Look at my score, 580!" On the day the results were released, my son and I waited expectantly in front of the computer, my hands trembling as I pressed the query button. "Great! This will get you into a pretty good university. Hmm, I need to tell your dad right away." This perfectly met my expectations, so I immediately called my husband, who was away on a business trip. He sounded happy and kept saying he was going to celebrate with his colleagues. "Well, honey, be careful not to get too drunk." After hanging up, I saw my son looking at me excitedly. "Mom, I remember what you promised me?" I remembered when my son said that. "Something like a comic convention?" "Yes, Mom, how about we go to a clothing store this afternoon?" "Okay...okay." I reluctantly agreed. I'd seen some cosplay before; it was mostly young men and women wearing strange clothes, seemingly playing characters from anime and games. "Yay!" My son jumped up excitedly. Seeing him so happy made it all worthwhile. In the afternoon, my son and I went to a clothing store. He showed the female shopkeeper a picture he had. Their conversation was filled with anime jargon, which left me a little bewildered, so I could only listen quietly. "So this is the person who wants to cosplay, right? And who is this?" "It's my mom." "Ah, so it's your mom. It's rare to see someone your age still having the energy for this kind of thing." "My mom and I are going to cosplay this couple character. We'll definitely be the brightest spot at the convention!" "Great, but I recommend your mom cosplay Illusion from Azur Lane, because it's so perfect." "Is it suitable?" "It's perfect, young man, take a look." "Okay, it's settled then. I won't cosplay, my mom will." "Alright, ma'am, this way please. Let me take your measurements." And so, after a conversation between the female shop manager and her son, it seemed like I was cosplaying alone, with my son accompanying me. This made me feel quite lost, like it was a very embarrassing activity. Luckily, having my son with me made it a little easier. But being alone like this was still quite embarrassing. Thinking about the promise , and also to teach him about integrity, I had no choice but to compromise. After that came the measurement and tailoring. The tailor was a very serious woman, and through our conversation, I learned a bit about the character . It seems to be a character from a currently popular game, popular because of her pure white attire. Pure white, it sounds so clean, it should be quite nice. Thinking about this, I even felt a little excited. Afterwards, I went home with my son to wait for the clothes to be finished. I had hoped to show them to my husband as well, but his company had an urgent matter requiring him to go out of town for training, so the month-long wait was a disappointment. Soon after, a box of clothes arrived. "Great! Tomorrow is the anime convention, Mom, remember to wear it first thing tomorrow morning!" "Okay, I can't do anything with you." Looking at my son's excited appearance, and thinking that I haven't taken him out to play since he grew up, this is nice too. "Wow, what are these clothes?" The next morning, I finally realized what they were. They looked a bit like wedding dresses, and the fabric felt nice, but the low-cut design wasn't suitable for me. "This is the Radiance from the popular game Azur Lane, Mom, try it on. Wait, let me see." My son came out of the room expectantly, and I had no choice but to put it on. It was a little awkward wearing stockings for the first time. My family is rather conservative; I've never even worn black pantyhose before.

Not to mention these white stockings that have become popular in recent years.
They're actually quite comfortable; the delicate silk clings to the legs, and they look amazing in the mirror.
No wonder you occasionally see young women wearing similar stockings on the street these days.
However, because they're so thin, the stockings are slightly see-through, and their pure white color gives them a slightly erotic look.
My outfit is a bit like a wedding dress, but much more tailored and form-fitting. Low-cut, off-the-shoulder styles are what
I dread most; I'm too old for this kind of clothing.
But I decided to give it a try and finally mustered the courage to put it on. A transparent bra would be a bit awkward,
so I opted for nipple covers. These were my husband's old hobby; as we've gotten older, our intimacy has waned, so we
bought some sex toys. But compared to what young people use these days, they seem rather childish
.
I opened a nipple cover, unsure if it would even work. Luckily, the adhesive was good; I tore
an opening and stuck it on my nipple. With all my clothes on, it actually had a unique charm. Finally, after putting on long gloves
and a wig, I really did look like a noblewoman.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! We're definitely the most dazzling girls at the convention today!"
I showed my son, who jumped up excitedly.
"Really that good-looking?"
I asked with slight doubt, after all, I really am getting on in years. If I hadn't had children so early,
I could still be confident in my appearance compared to mothers of my son's age, but compared to younger women, I really couldn't compare.
"So beautiful! So beautiful! Mom, don't hesitate, let's go!"
So I went to the convention with my son, and surprisingly, I received extraordinary praise. It seemed that in their
eyes , this character required someone older to pull off. In the end, I even won a trophy.
After a celebratory dinner, my son and I walked home together.
"Mom, today was amazing! Look at the way people are looking at you, like you're a goddess!"
my son exclaimed excitedly, making me a little embarrassed.
"Is it really that great? Your mom's almost forty."
I'd had some red wine at dinner, and my face was flushed. I went inside and closed the door; the tiring day was finally over.
"It was really amazing! You're so beautiful. If it weren't for my mom, I would have chased after you relentlessly in college..."
"This kid's joking,"
my son said, then suddenly fell silent, realizing he'd misspoke. I chuckled and teased him, preparing to go back inside
to change.
Suddenly, I was pushed, falling from the bedroom doorway onto the bed. Behind me was my
son.
"Mingming, stop it! Ahhh!"
Just as I tried to break free, he grabbed my breasts tightly with his large hands, a
feeling of shame mixed with a slight pleasure washing over me.
"Mom, you look so tempting today. I did so well on my exams, just let me have some fun."
My son's words made my head spin; I couldn't believe they came from his mouth.
"Mingming, what are you doing? Stop it! Mom's angry! I'll tell Dad!"
I tried to struggle free and slowly get up from the bed, but my son was too strong and held me tightly. I
knelt on the bed, my son grabbing and kneading my breasts from behind. A tickling sensation came from my breasts, but more than that,
I felt shame and anger.
"Tell Dad if you want, I really couldn't hold back today. The average age for losing virginity is sixteen or
seventeen , and I'm eighteen and I've never tasted anything. Mom, you look so tempting today, just let me have
some fun. Seeing your pure white clothes, I've been hard all day."
My son's words were unbelievable, and the shame was unbearable.
What was supposed to be a happy day, how did it turn out like this?
"Mingming, please forgive Mom, do you know what this is called?"
I was already crying.
"I know, this is incest. Mom, I'm sorry, but you look just too tempting."
Who knew my son would turn me over like that, face to face.
Before I could resist, he yanked my shirt down, revealing
my breasts and the cute little nipple covers.
"Mom, your nipple covers are so cute, hiding those tiny nipples inside, so alluring.
I grew up drinking breast milk here. Now that I'm grown up, I want to be filial to my mother, to relive my childhood, to let
a part of me return to the place where I was born. Isn't that a good idea?"
He then wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and used his other hand to fidget with the nipple covers on my breast
. His fingertips circled the covers, making my breasts itch. Occasionally, his
tiny nails would scratch my areola, giving me even more pleasure.
He slowly peeled off the covers, revealing my cute nipples. More than ten years after my son grew up, I was once again
exposing my nipples to him. The next instant, a sticky sensation made it even itchier.
"What's wrong, Mom? Your nipples are hard, aren't they? Are you thinking about these things too?"
My son's words made me feel ashamed. Indeed, after all this, my nipples had become hard and larger.
"Ah~"
I moaned softly as my son took my nipple directly into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. His
other finger played with my other nipple, rubbing it, giving me a feeling of ecstasy.
"Mom, are you feeling anything? Are you feeling a lot?"
My son licked my nipples and said to me, panting heavily.
"No, no, we're mother and son."
"Mom, don't worry, leave it to me."
At this point, I had no strength left to resist and let my son do as he pleased.
Seeing that I didn't resist, my son threw me directly onto the bed, my breasts facing the sky.
His hands caressed my thighs, touching the thighs where the stockings were. He rubbed my
thighs through the stockings, the silky feel stimulating both him and me. My son gently pulled open one side of my stockings and
slipped inside.
His hand slid along the edge of my white stockings, caressing my thigh. Sometimes his palm, sometimes
the back of his hand, making my thigh feel both itchy and pleasurable.
"These thighs, I could play with them for ten years. They're so beautiful, is this what thighs covered in white stockings look like?"
My son was obsessed with my thighs, his tongue occasionally licking the white stockings. Sometimes he would lick the
flesh, making me feel even hotter.
But he didn't intend to stop there; his hands then played with my feet. My feet, covered in white stockings
, were constantly being rubbed by him, a ticklish yet pleasurable sensation spreading through my soles.
Then he moved to my thighs, his hands becoming increasingly forceful, rubbing the stockings on my thighs.
"Mom, how is it? Are you feeling anything?"
My son asked, his face close to mine, panting heavily. His hands continued to play with my thighs,
and I, dressed in pure white, was now doing something that betrayed that purity.
"I, no, I... mmm..."
Before I could finish speaking, my son boldly kissed me directly.
He roughly covered my lips with his own; I was actually kissing my son, which made me
feel even more incredulous. But my son was clearly not satisfied with that; he directly stuck out his tongue and tried to pry open my teeth.
"Mmm..."
I made muffled sounds, trying to get my son to stop. But compared to getting him to stop, I was
even .
Finally, I gave up. The constant clattering of my teeth made me dizzy, so I simply opened my
mouth to welcome the baptism of my son's tongue.
As soon as I let go, I felt his tongue penetrate deep into my mouth, like a curious cat arriving at
a new place, bumping around and licking every corner of my mouth.
His saliva kept flowing into my mouth, and I felt my face flush.
"Mmm, mmm..."
Suddenly, I felt a comfortable sensation in my lower body. My son's hand had moved from my thighs again and was now wiping my
underwear.
My son's cosplay outfit was all white, and under the white dress, there was also snow-white underwear.
The material of the underwear was quite comfortable, and I liked it at first. At first, I didn't understand why he even had to recreate the underwear. You
wouldn't show such embarrassing clothes to people at a comic convention, but I didn't expect it to come in handy here.
My son slowly pulled down the underwear, down to his knees, and then to his ankles. He slipped his hand off one leg and draped it over the other
.
His son again slipped his hand under my skirt, finally touching the most important part of my body.
He caressed and rubbed my private parts, his fingers moving up and down, his movements
skillful despite his apparent inexperience.
His tongue went even deeper, and I reciprocated by sticking out my own, our tongues intertwining.
Our tongues entwined, exchanging saliva. At that moment, I was completely lost.
"Mom, you're wet too. Dad's always away on business trips, don't you also have desires and needs?"
My son breathed heavily, clearly nervous.
"Mmm, mmm..."
I nodded gently. Actually, I had already succumbed halfway through, but out of pride as a mother
, I couldn't bring myself to say it. Now I felt a burning heat all over my body, an unbearable itch down there, and the more I thought about this
taboo-breaking mother-son act, the more excited I became.
As men age, their peak sexual desire passes, but women feel increasingly thirsty. My husband's frequent
absences from home prevent me from experiencing sexual pleasure; even when we do, it's a quick and simple affair.
But now, I've rediscovered that youthful sexual ecstasy. Coupled with the sense of transgression between mother and son,
it fuels a burning desire.
I even wondered if I would take the initiative if my son suddenly stopped. Of course, these worries
were unnecessary , because my son had already lifted my white skirt, revealing my most intimate
area.
I trembled and deliberately parted my legs, wanting to wait for my son to spread them. But he seemed focused on
playing with my vulva, not in a hurry. So I couldn't resist, wanting to finish quickly, and proactively opened my thighs.
Now I felt like a harlot, spreading my legs wide in front of my son, directly exposing my already overflowing
vulva.
My son, who had just been playing with my labia and clitoris, finally couldn't resist after seeing my actions. He didn't
do anything else, because what he'd already done was enough.
He stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear, and I finally saw what I'd been thinking about all along—his
penis.
Honestly, this penis wasn't very big; it didn't fit
the typical narrative . It was only of average size, but as a woman, I knew it was more than enough. Especially
the prominent veins on the surface of the penis, which gave me an idea of its hardness.
Without a word, my son pounced on me and started thrusting into my vagina. He was
still inexperienced, and I was certain he was a virgin, and he was very nervous. He wasn't actually penetrating; instead, he was pushing forward
towards my urethra.
I immediately corrected him, inserting his penis into my own vagina. I couldn't wait any
longer; I wanted the lubrication.
With my correction, his glans instantly passed through my already wet vagina and reached deep inside.
The powerful thrusts almost hit my clitoris, giving me an immediate, ecstatic feeling.
"Is this where I came from?"
my son's penis seemed to say, inside me.
"Yes, son. Thrust harder, as fast as you can, keep pounding into my
slutty little hole!"
I never thought I could say such lewd things, but I really couldn't hold back anymore.
Stimulated by my words, my son didn't proceed gradually; he went all out, relentlessly pounding into my
hole. The sounds of slapping echoed continuously, and I couldn't help but moan.
"Ah..."
"Ah!!"
"Ah~"
"It feels so good, ah..."
I cried out repeatedly, afraid the neighbors would hear, but not too loudly. The neighbors knew my husband was away on a business trip;
if they heard, they would know I was cheating.
Even if they did hear, they would never imagine that I was cheating on my own son.
My son continued thrusting, and I actively responded, no longer just submitting to him. I stretched my legs up,
then hooked them around his back in a circle. This position made me feel even more like a slutty whore, demanding
my son 's affection.
"Mom, I'm going to cum."
"Cum inside me, I'll go buy some birth control pills later, fill me up."
Facing my son's words, I felt no shame whatsoever. I even hooked my legs tightly together again
, wanting him to ejaculate inside me.
A warm sensation spread as my son's semen shot deep into my vagina.
Our first time making love ended like this.
My son got up, and I told him to take a shower. I remained lying on my back on the bed, looking at my
mostly-removed white cosplay outfit, feeling the half-dangling panties on my left leg, recalling how my son had just played with my
white-stockinged thighs. I understood that my life might change from now on.

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