Motherly love

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When my son came into my bedroom after his shower, he was only wearing boxer shorts, which were now nowhere to be seen. He embraced me
naked and we rolled around on the bed, French kissing.
After a passionate, intoxicating moment, I sat up. My son, understanding my intention, helped me lift my nightgown. I raised my arms and pulled myself
up, and the nightgown, which was in the way, was easily removed by my son. I was now naked, facing my naked son.
I reached down to pull off my stockings from my thighs, but my son stopped me, pressing my hand down.
"Don't take them off, Mom! You look even sexier in stockings. Come on! Stand up and let me see."
I obediently stood up, smoothing my long, flowing hair. Standing naked before my son
, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and lowered my head, blushing. My son also stood up, put his arm around my shoulders, and examined my beautiful body
with eyes full of love and desire, as if examining a work of art .
This time, my son no longer felt the
ecstatic joy and unease he had when he first saw his mother naked, nor the lingering infatuation he felt when we performed leg play or oral sex. I don't know when the mundane years
had matured him, but now, naked together again, it felt as if my long-held sexual fantasies were about to become
reality . The handsome young man and his beautiful princess were about to romantically experience their shy first night.
Ah! This was the moment I had always dreamed of!
At this moment, I could no longer be as unrestrained and domineering as before. In this warm atmosphere, I
unconsciously became intoxicated, like a virgin shyly awaiting her first time. I even forgot that my son had premature
ejaculation; my eyes, looking at his penis, were both yearning and tender.
"What beautiful breasts!!"
My son reached out and pinched my slightly erect nipple, praising,
"I haven't touched them for days, but Mom's nipples are still so smooth and alluring."
I shyly turned my head away, saying nothing. I let my son play with my beautiful nipples, remaining silent.
My heart was filled with sweetness.
"What's wrong, Mom? You seem shy."
My son gently lifted my chin and kissed me again. His restless hands began to caress my pubic area, which was covered in
thick, dark pubic hair.
I responded to his tongue with mine, and whispered,
"I don't know why, but I feel like you're a little different today. Maybe we've been too empty these days
. Anyway, I feel great right now! How do you want to make love to me today? With your
breasts or your mouth? My good son who loves to learn! I'll give you whatever reward you want!
"
"Today... I want to be Mom's man! Is that okay?"
My son ran his fingers through the thick pubic hair between my legs and said with courage and determination.
"Of course you can! My silly child. I also long for you. But we've failed too many times in the past
..."
Just thinking about those frustrating sexual experiences made my heart feel heavy.
"No... don't believe me! Mom, let me try again!"
I looked at my son's determined eyes. At the same time, the warm atmosphere in bed today made me so intoxicated. I
couldn't refuse my son's renewed efforts, so I obediently nodded and let him help me lie down quietly on the bed,
closing my eyes to await his countless attempts at intercourse.
Since we started having leg-to-leg sex, although I often tried to have him masturbate me, he
seemed to have a special excitement for naked female genitalia. To avoid triggering premature ejaculation, I hadn't
directly shown my vulva to him for a long time.
At this moment, I was still hesitating whether to spread my legs, when my son had already grasped my
knees , and forcefully spread them apart, instantly exposing my most beautiful flower.
"So beautiful! Mom! Your vulva is like a beautiful rose, I think it must smell very sweet!"
Yang Yang said, lying between my legs, bringing his head close to my vulva and smelling it deeply. Then, like a
thirsty child, he couldn't help but press his lips to my vulva and begin to savor his mother's most mysterious
scent .
"Ah!"
That's a woman's most sensitive area, and I couldn't help but let out a joyful scream as my son licked it. He
'd licked my vulva many times before, but back then I was too focused on my own pleasure and didn't consider
his always boldly offered my vulva directly to his mouth, which made him, experiencing this for the first time
, unable to control himself and licking and biting indiscriminately. This time, my son was giving me oral sex when we were deeply in love
. The unique gentleness and stimulation he brought was something I'd never experienced before, making me feel intoxicated and wanting only to scream with pleasure.
His tongue slid up and down along the opening of my vulva, the taste buds on his tongue stimulating my delicate
labia, occasionally licking the delicate clitoris exposed by his foreskin. Before long,
my juices flowed like a torrent. My son even greedily sucked several mouthfuls of my constantly flowing fluids, laughing
as he looked at my embarrassed face. I don't know when, but my son had become so incredibly important to me. "So good! Mommy wants more. Mommy wants your big cock! Hurry up and fuck Mommy's cunt
hard with your big cock !" I was burning with desire from my son's meticulous oral sex. My love juices flowed uncontrollably, and I couldn't bear it any longer. I could only beg my son to take me quickly with the most degrading posture of a woman, using foul language. My son lifted his face from my beautiful cunt and smiled. He crawled forward and pressed himself close to me, using his thumb to dab the sticky lustful fluid on my clitoris. He started to hold his foreskin-covered cock between my legs, looking for the entrance. "Why can't it go in?" After searching for a while, my son couldn't get it in. My son asked himself. "What a clumsy boy. This..." I curled up my legs and spread them wide to make it easier to welcome my son's foreskin-covered glans with my wet cunt, while reaching out to hold the base of my son's cock and guide him to the correct entrance. "Mmm..." My son and I both murmured softly at the same time. His little penis finally got its wish and was fully inserted into the vagina of the mother who gave birth to him and raised him. The instant our genitals were tightly intertwined, neither of us moved. Our eyes met, observing each other's expressions .i=74>The son was both surprised and delighted that he didn't experience premature ejaculation during his first sexual encounter with his mother in the normal sexual position. As for me...

His initial success brought our incestuous relationship to a perfect conclusion, a bittersweet mix of joy and shame. But a moment later,
we realized that after countless hardships, our efforts had finally paid off. We hurriedly began to writhe
, eager to give each other pleasure.
My son, drenched in sweat, tirelessly thrust his penis in and out. I, also sweating profusely,
skillfully moved my hips, my vagina responding to his rhythm. His foreskin was soaked with my vaginal fluids, each
thrust producing a soft, wet squelching sound. It was like a simple symphony of love between a man and a woman.
Honestly, even if my son didn't have premature ejaculation, his penis was far
inferior to his father's. But at that moment, I was no longer so concerned with direct physical stimulation. What fascinated me more was
the very act of my son and I having intercourse.
"How about it, Mom! Now you won't laugh at me for premature ejaculation anymore, right?"
my son said triumphantly, panting as he fucked me.
We didn't time it, 10 minutes? 15 minutes? Anyway, this time the intercourse time
was no different from that of normal couples having sex.
"You little rascal! Now you can use your little dick to bully Mom all the time!"
I said coquettishly, my face flushed and covered in sweat.
My climax was approaching. I started to blush, my nipples hardened, and my juices gushed out uncontrollably,
soaking a large patch of the sheet under my buttocks. I became dazed and started moaning passionately.
I hugged my son's neck tightly, kissing and biting him wildly, eagerly longing for his love to arrive.
My son also climaxed.
He squeezed my trembling breasts hard with both hands, thrusting his buttocks up and down, desperately
plunging his penis deep into my vagina. With a series of joyful cries, my son's fresh, hot semen gushed out, my
uterus feeling the powerful impact of his scalding fluid.
After a long while, my son slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina and collapsed beside me, panting heavily
. I was also drenched in sweat, feeling utterly exhausted. Mother and son nestled together, feeling each other's
heartbeats, and smiled at each other with blissful expressions.
After resting for a bit, my son wrapped his arms around my neck and began to kiss me passionately again.
"Mom!"
my son whispered in my ear.
"Hmm?"
I asked weakly, my eyes closed, savoring the unforgettable intercourse.
"Making love with you is simply wonderful!" my son said
, his arms around my neck, playfully rubbing his semen-covered foreskin against my stockinged thigh . "Silly boy!" I said with a smile, my eyes still closed. After a short rest, my son regained his strength. Ignoring the fact that I hadn't even had time to wipe myself, he pressed his lips to my still-wet vulva, the mess from our previous lovemaking, and began a new round of passionate advances. What a wonderful night it was. My son, now confident, and his mother, whom he had finally conquered after some effort, tirelessly , until neither of us could ask for anything more. Then, like intimate lovers , we embraced naked until dawn. Even in our sleep, my son and I held hands so tightly! And our hearts, like were pressed together! Son! Do you know how happy I am to be your woman! The bright sunlight streamed into the living room. I was making dumplings alone, a happy smile on my face. They say women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. For a healthy woman in her prime at forty, what could bring me more happiness than nights of passionate lovemaking? As our understanding of each other deepened, my son and I became increasingly adept at our sex life. Although he was briefly obsessed after his incestuous relationship with his mother, he quickly regained his sense of propriety. It didn't negatively impact his studies, and with the onset of his romantic feelings, his thinking matured considerably. These days , during his school break, he manages his study time efficiently. This gives me little to worry about. Every day after work, I greet him with the utmost enthusiasm after his self-study, fulfilling his suppressed adolescent desires , and we spend many blissful nights together. I've been incredibly happy lately. My lifelong fantasy as a woman has not only come true but has exceeded my expectations. How could I, whose heart has been suppressed for over a decade, not be happy? Our sexual relationship is now even more fulfilling than I ever dreamed of. The intense physical pleasure and immense psychological satisfaction go without saying . An average of two to three times a day is neither too much nor too little. It's perfect for satisfying both the passionate teenager and the tender mother during her heat, without leaving them exhausted or losing themselves. And after each sexual encounter, lying naked in bed with my son, embracing each other, brings our hearts closer and deepens our bond. Like a honeymoon, my son and I were so engrossed in this blissful time that we almost forgot my husband had called days in advance to come home today. Last night, after making love with my son, I was drenched in sweat when I suddenly remembered this crucial . I hurriedly reminded him several times to keep it a secret and not to be too affectionate with me in front of my husband. He cooperated by holding me and comforting me, which reassured me somewhat. We cuddled for a while before I nervously slept with my son until this morning. Although my husband is back, I can't continue to share a bed with my son like a married couple. But because my husband is very busy with work every day and often goes on business trips, although I'm a little reluctant to give up the happiness and freedom I have now, I don't care too much . After all, there's plenty of time! Since my son and I have already crossed the moral line and started incest, and have been openly and blatantly having sex at home for so long, I believe that as long as we pay attention, my husband shouldn't find anything wrong . When he goes on his next business trip, I, Yang Yang, can treat it as a honeymoon for my son and me again. From the moment my son and I officially opened our hearts to each other and became infatuated with each other's bodies, my longing for my husband changed...

The feelings for him are fading.
On one hand, I'm busy seeking physical pleasure with my son; on the other hand
, . I never imagined that, in my middle age,
I would finally succumb to a woman's innate restlessness and cheat on my husband. What's even more despicable is
that the person I had an affair with was my own son. This incestuous relationship
casts a shadow over my heart, both emotionally and morally. To escape this heavy psychological burden, I try to
avoid thinking about him and focus on the pleasure my son brings me, thus numbing myself and preventing myself from
collapsing at the mere thought of my husband.
But deep down, I truly love and pity my husband. After all, we've been married for many years, and
our My initial reason for the incestuous affair with my son was simply because I thought my husband was too ugly and his behavior too rude;
I felt guilty towards him no matter what.
But then, thinking about how I, as a woman, have been favored by two men I truly love in my lifetime,
I feel incredibly happy.
In short, what's meant to happen can't be avoided. Since my husband is coming back, I'll continue to be
his gentle and virtuous wife while he's home, fulfilling my duties as a woman and serving him well.
The dumplings were ready, and my husband arrived home.
The family happily gathered together for a long-awaited reunion dinner.
My husband was in high spirits because his work had gone smoothly, and hearing that his son's exam results after his broken hand and leave
were actually quite good, he was even more happy and drank a few more glasses of wine. After dinner, he called his son to his side,
took out a few hundred yuan, and handed it to him, telling him to go out and buy something he liked.
"Dad, I don't want to buy anything. I still need to study later, so I won't go!"
The son took the money but had no intention of leaving.
"Studying all the time will make you stupid! Go! I'll give you more when you've spent it all. It's good to get some exercise, hurry up.
Dad and Mom still have things to talk about!"
The husband, his face flushed from drinking, urged his son to leave.
The son, who already knew about marital matters from his mother, understood his father's intentions at this moment. He glanced at
me, his eyes filled with jealousy. I blushed and lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. My son frowned
helplessly and left, full of resentment.
"Yanzi!"
My husband shouted impatiently as soon as he closed the door, grabbing me and kissing my cheeks passionately
while unzipping his pants and hastily pulling out his penis.
I frowned and let him kiss me, looking down at his already erect, large black
penis with a hint of disgust.
"Come on! Yangyang's gone, let's do it!"
My husband didn't notice my annoyance and started undressing me. In
no time, I was stripped naked by my husband. He picked me up like a child and carried me excitedly into the bedroom. Naked, I was thrown onto the bed by my husband. Like a lamb
to the slaughter, I
closed my eyes resentfully, waiting for the long-awaited, rough intercourse from my husband, who had been starved for months. I just hoped he could be
gentler .
"Ah! Ah... Ah! It hurts... Ouch!"
Soon, a scream, more like a moan, echoed from the bedroom.
My husband pinned me beneath his fat body, his dark penis, like a red-hot iron rod, pounding into my
tender cunt rapidly. There was no foreplay, no flirting. He was releasing the pent-up
desire . And I could only fulfill my duties as a wife, passively responding to his intercourse with moans.
Because there was no foreplay, my vagina was completely dry. Driven by alcohol, my crude husband
completely disregarded my feelings, only seeking pleasure on my delicate body, causing me excruciating pain.
My moans contained no pleasure whatsoever, but were simply uncontrollable cries of intense pain.
"Yanzi, your little cunt is still so tight! It feels so good. Ah...ah...you must be itchy when I'm not home,
right? Come on! Let me fuck you properly...I'll fuck you...I'll fuck you..."
My husband, his face flushed and his mouth full of filth, was extremely excited. He thrust into me hard a few times while
roughly twisting my tender nipples.
"Ah!...Old Yang! Be gentle! Don't do that! It hurts!"
I was sweating profusely from the pain he was causing me.
"How can it feel good if it doesn't hurt? My little beauty, I've missed you so much! I miss your beautiful breasts, I miss
your slippery little cunt!"
My husband thrust his cock in and out while bringing his mouth, which reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, to my snow-white breasts and kissing them repeatedly
.
Unlike previous times when absence made the heart grow fonder, my husband, despite his roughness during sex after business trips,
always managed to reach orgasm with me, even when I was dissatisfied. In fact, his exceptional stamina
often made me crave his rough, almost rape-like sexual encounters.
But this time, for some reason, I kept hoping our intercourse would end quickly. Perhaps it was partly
because of our son, which had created a distance between us, and partly because his roughness
had hurt me so much.
Finally, he ejaculated.
Just as I was resting and stretching my stiff limbs, thinking the nightmare was finally over
, he finished a cigarette, looked at my vulnerable, naked
body became erect again.
Another intense sexual encounter ensued.
Because I hadn't had time to wipe the semen inside me, this time it was somewhat easier; the slippery
semen lubricated my dry vagina instead of my natural lubrication.
I turned my head away silently, letting my husband reinsert his penis into me. I began to try and enjoy
the experience of my husband's penis, which was completely different from my son's.
From a woman's perspective, as long as it didn't hurt me, my husband's penis definitely satisfied me more. After all, we'd been married
for many years , and after my husband had his moment of pleasure, this time our lovemaking was noticeably gentler than before. He was also more attentive
to my feelings. Soon, I reached my climax. My vagina tightly enveloped my husband's penis, and I began to
actively embrace his broad back, no longer bothered by his bad breath, and gently kissed him. The initial
aversion I felt towards my husband gradually dissipated during this lovemaking.
I rediscovered the feeling of being a husband and wife that had been buried deep within my heart and body for so many years. At this moment, the incestuous
mother was completely replaced by the virtuous wife.
Afterwards, as always, I nestled gently in my husband's arms, quietly listening to him pour out his feelings of separation. And
like any woman who had been separated from her husband for a long time, I began to chatter endlessly to him about all the family matters that had happened since he left, except for the secrets between myself and
our son .
In the evening, Yangyang returned home and saw that I was wearing a completely different sundress than when he left, and my hair
was disheveled . His jealousy was even stronger.
After dinner, he didn't talk to us much, making an excuse to study, and locked himself in his room and didn't
come out .
I knew that my son was jealous of his father, but I couldn't comfort him, so I could only suffer through the night.

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