The lover who gave her beautiful vagina to her son to be raped.

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I'm 43 years old this year. Time has left its mark, but I'm better maintained than most women in their forties. I'm slightly plump, my breasts are still firm, my lower abdomen protrudes a little, but my skin is very good, and I have few wrinkles. I'd be considered a beauty in my workplace.

My son is the apple of our eye. He's 17 and in his second year of high school at a top district high school. Although we spoil him and he's quite willful, his academic performance still makes us parents very proud.

Today is the weekend. My husband has an important lecture, and my son is about to enter his final year of high school and take the college entrance exam. The school schedules evening self-study sessions until very late every weekend, so even though it's almost 7 pm, I wasn't surprised that they hadn't returned home yet. I was just a little bored with nothing to do.

I went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer to check the news online, but the computer booted up very slowly. Once it finally did, the mouse was completely unresponsive. Then I remembered that my husband had said before he went to work this morning that he had gotten a virus while searching for information online last night, and since we didn't have antivirus software at home, he would buy an antivirus disk tonight to fix it. I had no choice but to turn off the computer.

Luckily, there was another computer in my son's room. I walked over to his computer, turned it on, and successfully accessed the desktop. His desktop only had shortcuts for QQ, IE, and two or three games, with a picture of Yao Ming shooting a basketball as the background. Compared to the messy desktop cluttered with shortcuts on our shared computer, it was much cleaner.

I opened IE and casually typed in some news, but as soon as I typed "s" into the address bar, a list of previously visited addresses in the drop-down menu made my heart sink. It was an adult website starting with "sex," and judging from the browsing history, my son had been visiting this site for quite some time.

Looking at the obscene images displayed on the screen, I felt dizzy. I quickly turned on my computer and examined each hard drive partition, but on the surface, I didn't see any suspicious pictures or videos. Still uneasy, I ran a search for the keyword "jpg" to see if there were any hidden images.

This search revealed tens of thousands of images hidden in a folder called "Review Questions" on my D drive. Opening this folder, I found it categorized into several subfolders based on videos and images, totaling 30GB of storage. Opening them

one by one, I discovered not only tens of thousands of pornographic images but also dozens of adult films, commonly known as "porn." I glanced at a few; most were Japanese productions, devoid of plot, simply showcasing the entire process of sex. The images were similar to the films, depicting women of various skin colors from different countries displaying their genitals and nudity.

I slumped down in front of the computer, overwhelmed with mixed feelings—hatred, anger, and above all, disappointment towards my son. At that moment, I wanted to grab a chair and smash his computer. How could this wretched child be so useless? But after calming down for a while, I felt a surge of fear. The scene of several children at work being sentenced to death and crying during the day filled my mind. No! I cannot let my child follow in their footsteps.

I tried my best to control my emotions, analyzing how to educate my son. Years of experience handling cases have taught me that teenagers have a strong rebellious streak, and many of the cases I've handled involved parents whose parenting methods were incorrect, leading their children down the path of rebellion and then crime. I turned off the computer to avoid making my son nervous if he saw I'd used it. After much deliberation, I decided I still needed to have a serious talk with him.

That evening, after dinner and tidying up the house, I opened my son's bedroom door. I was stunned. My son was [illegible], holding my photo in his other hand. My face flushed instantly, red all the way to my ears. My son practically ran to the bathroom. When he returned, I asked, "Do you often do this?"

"Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

I thought for a moment and said gently, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it's bad for your health." Seeing that I wasn't angry, his heart immediately relaxed.

I asked again, "Why are you taking Mommy's picture?"

My son answered hesitantly, "I love Mommy so much, so I think about you all the time."

"Silly boy, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?"

"Okay, I know."

Then, I said those words that I still remember vividly but can't believe: "Good boy, you have to study hard, Mommy is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any... difficulties, Mommy will help you solve them."

"Really?" My son came closer to me, "I want to..." At this moment, I felt one of my son's hands fall on my buttocks through my skirt, gently pinching them.

"Ah..." I groaned, and the muscles in my legs involuntarily stiffened. This wasn't the first time, but I had never paid attention before, thinking my son was just playing with me.

I struggled, not knowing what would happen. My son's hand moved restlessly. Seeing that I didn't resist, he moved his hand down, actually reaching under my skirt and sliding between my legs.

I wasn't wearing stockings today, so I had to force myself to watch what my son was up to. His hand had already moved up to my inner thighs, gently caressing me, his large fingers occasionally touching my genitals.

A faint pleasure surged between my legs, reaching my brain. "It's happening again," I thought, feeling both ashamed and angry. This long-forgotten feeling flooded my mind; how could I feel this way even when my son was violating me?

My heart pounded. I leaned against the table, hoping my son would stop. But his hands showed no sign of stopping.

Suddenly, I worried that he might pull down my underwear. What if he did that today? And this was his room…

Thinking this, I could only pray to God that nothing bad would happen. The pleasure continued to surge from below, and I felt my genitals begin to secrete fluid. I lowered my head in shame.

"Hehe, Mom, your body is so sensitive! You started getting wet in just a little while. It's so exciting!" My son chuckled lewdly.

My face started to burn, it must have turned bright red. That annoying little pervert. Despite being insulted, my body became even more sensitive. This damned body. "How did my son become like this? Is this really my son? His hand skills are amazing. Where did he learn that?"

I stood there, my mind a complete mess. I could feel my underwear sticking wetly to my crotch. My son's fingers were gently tracing between my labia, each stroke harder than the last, until finally his fingers sank deep inside me with each movement, intensifying the uncontrollable pleasure. Suddenly, my son withdrew his fingers. I was stunned, even a little disappointed.

At this moment, my son pulled me between his legs, with my back to him, and said, "Mom, lean your upper body on the table, I want to...!"

"No, son, I'm your mother." "

Don't be afraid, Mom, I just want to see what your lower body looks like, besides, you just said you'd help me, hehe!"

"Ah, the worst thing is about to happen." I wanted to resist, but the thought of what I had just said and my son's future left me with no strength. In the end, I could only comfort myself by saying, "As long as I don't let him get past that last hurdle, it'll be fine." Little did I know that every time I thought like that, my mental resistance weakened a little.

I slowly leaned down onto the table, and before I was fully settled, I felt a chill on my lower body as my skirt was lifted up. Immediately afterward, a pair of hands pulled down my underwear, and my legs instinctively clamped together to prevent him from taking it off. However, my son skillfully managed to pull it down. At this point, I was completely naked from the waist down, exposed entirely to my son's eyes.

Although my back was to him, I could still feel his gaze fixed intently on my private parts. I was extremely nervous, but my penis began to twitch uncontrollably. With each twitch, I could feel fluid seeping out of my genitals. Soon, the fluid flowed down from my inner thighs and into my shoes.

"Ah, Mom, your lower body is so beautiful! Your butt is so perky, and your legs are so long and thin. Hmm? Why is there so much drool coming from your little mouth down there? Did I come out from there? Let me wipe it for you." I was too embarrassed to speak.

At this moment, his hands took my underwear and helped me clean the water from my lower body. Without his teasing, my lower body gradually returned to normal and stopped twitching. Soon, his hands were on my buttocks again. Breaths of hot air sprayed onto my back, itchy and very comfortable. He must have been looking very close to me, but that was a place that even my husband hadn't looked at closely.

I shyly tried to break free, but my buttocks were firmly held in place by his hands, and I couldn't move at all. The water started flowing out again, and I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation. At this moment, something else happened that I could never have imagined. Suddenly, something pressed against my lower body, followed by something warm and soft wriggling on my vulva. Soon, it burrowed into my lower body and kept moving.

"Ah...so good!" My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly snapped back to reality. Could he have put that inside me? But it didn't seem right. The shape of what was inside me was different from that thing, and it was soft. Could it be...his tongue?!

My husband and I have been married for almost twenty years, and he has never licked me there. Today, my son actually... "Son, ah...don't...lick there...ah..."

At this moment, I was so comfortable I didn't even have the strength to say a word. If someone had taken off my shoes, they would have seen my toes curling up in pleasure. My son is a devil. He used both hands to pull my vulva open, and then his tongue, like a snake, slithered inside, gradually stripping away my reason. The flames of desire slowly burned within me.

"Hoo hoo, Mom, your vulva is so sweet." My son swallowed all the fluid flowing from my vulva, as if it were some kind of nectar. His words stimulated my senses, and the sensations in my lower body assaulted my mind even more intensely.

I resignedly thought, "Since he's already seen my genitals, and he's kissing me down there, why shouldn't I enjoy it? As long as I don't let him penetrate me." With that thought, I obediently arched my hips to make it easier for my son's tongue to move around inside me. I even subtly and slowly spread my legs apart.

"Hehe, that's my good boy, my good mom," my son chuckled, as if he'd discovered my intentions, his tongue moving even more vigorously. Waves of dizziness washed over me.

"Ah...I...I can't take it anymore..." I gasped for breath, my throat seemingly losing its function. I knew this was a sign I was about to reach climax.

Suddenly, a finger lightly traced a line at my anus; simultaneously, two fingers pinched and twisted my clitoris, which was now erect with excitement. My breath almost stopped; a surge of intense pleasure washed over me, and my vagina involuntarily spasmed.

"Ugh..." I was so comfortable I couldn't even make a sound. I slumped helplessly onto the table. The afterglow of our lovemaking hadn't yet faded when I heard a rustling sound behind me.

My heart skipped a beat; it was clearly the sound of clothes being undressed! What was my son trying to do? Did he want to…? "No! I can't let him push his luck any further! How can I face my beloved husband after this?" I cried out, on the verge of tears. I tried to struggle, but my body was too weak to muster any strength.

"Mommy, was it good? Hehe, there's more to come!" My son's laughter behind me grew even more lewd. His hand reached behind my waist, forcibly turning me over so I was now lying on the table.

I struggled to prop myself up with my hands, weakly pleading, "No... son, I'm your mother, and... your father will be back soon. Let me go, or... I'll be angry."

"Hehe, Dad's not back yet, no one will come. As for Mom being angry... if you taste my big... hehe, you'll definitely miss me, and then you won't be angry. You've already had your fun, but look at me here, what am I going to do?"

I looked down and gasped. His lower body was erect, his penis standing straight up, thick and long, covered with prominent veins like earthworms, and his penis was half the size of my fist.

"My God, when did my son's penis grow so big? If he really put it inside me, could I handle it?" If there were a mirror here, I think my face would be pale. At that moment, I felt like a little rabbit caught in a tiger's jaws, my body trembling helplessly.

My son, leering, spread my legs, exposing my genitals to him once more. "Ah..." I cried out involuntarily, hastily sitting up and covering my genitals with my hands. I tried to close my legs, but with my son standing between them, they were impossible to close. My

son stood there grinning, watching my reaction with amusement, and suddenly said, "Mom, how about this? Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll let you go today. If you lose, you have to let me have my way with you, okay?" He deliberately emphasized the word "have my way with you," making my genitals tremble involuntarily. But I still quickly nodded; I would agree to anything to stop him from doing that.

My son grinned lewdly again, calmly pointing at my vulva and saying, "Let's make a bet like this. I'll tease you, and if you can keep yourself from getting wet, you win; otherwise, I lose."

"What? That's clearly cheating! How can I control myself? My body is so sensitive; I'm sure I'll lose."

"That won't work, let's try something else," I said, blushing.

"Hmm, why won't this work? Tell me why." "

Um…it's because…because…" I couldn't get the words out.

"Because what? If you don't tell me, do as I say."

"No!" I cried, my face turning even redder, and I whispered, head bowed, "Because…son, when you touch me…Mommy can't help but…get wet…"

"Hahaha," my son laughed triumphantly, "Okay, okay, let's try a different bet then, hahaha!"

I nervously watched my son think for a moment, and he suddenly said, "I have a fair bet. Look, it's rock hard here. If you can make me ejaculate within half an hour, by any means necessary, you win. What do you say?"

I stared at my son's large, frighteningly large, red and purple thing, gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and said, "Okay!"

My son started looking at me lecherously again and said, "Then let your hair down first. I like seeing Mom with her hair down."

I tilted my head back, took off my hair from its bun, shook it to let it fall smoothly, and asked, "Is this okay?"

At this moment, my son stared at me, almost drooling. "Can you unbutton your shirt, Mom?"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking, "He's already seen my most important parts, so he doesn't care about my breasts anymore. As long as he ejaculates quickly, I'll do anything."

So, I unbuttoned my women's suit jacket and shirt one by one, revealing my white lace bra underneath. Because my breasts are quite full and perky, I usually choose bras made of soft and thin fabrics. This bra today is very thin, and because it's lace, you can see roughly what my breasts look like from the outside.

Originally, I secretly bought this to show my husband tonight, and I even planned to… but now, this little pervert… Thinking about this, I felt a pang of sadness… My face flushed, and I reached behind to unhook the bra, but seeing my son's lecherous face, a sudden feeling of unease washed over me.

"Son, will you keep your word? Don't lie to Mommy!"

"Mommy, don't worry, why would I lie to you? Otherwise, I would have already put it in. Why wait until now?"

Yes, he doesn't seem to have any reason to lie to me now, but seeing the slight smile on his lips, something felt off. Fine, for the sake of my son's future studies and to prevent him from thinking about this kind of thing, I resigned myself to it. I had to make him ejaculate. So I loosened my grip, the bra clasp came undone, and my breasts popped out.

I casually placed my bra on the table, lowered my head, and whispered to my son, "Okay, Mom's ready." At that moment, all the buttons on my top were undone, revealing my entire breasts, while my legs were forced apart, and my skirt was pulled up to my abdomen, exposing my vulva.

I thought, "What would my husband do if he knew I looked like this in front of our son?" I pictured his angry and sad face. "Honey, forgive me," I murmured to myself.

"Wow, so beautiful! And your bra is even pink! Mom, you take such good care of yourself! I never imagined you were as alluring inside as you are outside! Hehe!" My son's words interrupted my thoughts. He sat down in the chair in front of me and said, "Come on, sit on my lap. The rest is up to you." He glanced at his watch. "Start the timer now!" I quickly stood up and straddled his lap.

My son's legs were covered in hair, making me itchy. I tried to resist, and was about to reach out and grab his penis when he suddenly lifted his leg. I cried out and lost my balance, my upper body naturally leaning forward, my hands ending up around his neck.

"Heh, heh, a little closer, be careful, Mommy," my son said with a lewd grin, his arms wrapped around my waist. My crotch was pressed against the base of his penis, warm and tingling, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. Perhaps it was because we had just finished our lovemaking, and my penis was more sensitive due to the increased blood flow. I blushed and glanced at him, but for a moment, I felt reluctant to leave him.

"Oh well, maybe this will make him come faster," I thought to myself, trying to justify myself.

I released my hands, gently placing my left hand on my son's shoulder, and with my right hand, I grasped his penis and began to stroke it. My son's penis was thick and large; my hands were too small, I could only barely grasp most of it, and it was pulsating gently in my hand.

I couldn't help but compare him to my husband in my mind. My husband's size was at least three sizes smaller; his penis was not only much thicker and larger, but also hard and hot—truly befitting a young man in his prime. Thinking of this, my lower body pressed even closer to my son's large penis, and the area where our penises touched became wet because of me.

I glanced at my son shyly; he was comfortably squinting, not even looking at me, probably enjoying himself immensely. I breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he'd ejaculate in about half an hour. Soon, my right hand began to go numb, and the pace slowed.

When I have my period, I sometimes give my husband oral sex, so I know that once the pace slows down, the man's pleasure decreases, and I usually continue with oral sex. But here, I really didn't want to do that, and my son's penis was simply too huge; my mouth couldn't possibly accommodate it. What should I do?

"I've got it!" I gently thrust my hips, pressing my penis against his and beginning to slide up and down, while my hands lightly caressed his penis. It worked wonders; my son, enjoying the sensation, closed his eyes again.

I suddenly thought I could try this on my husband later, but then I remembered his penis wasn't that big, so this trick wouldn't work, and I felt a pang of disappointment. As if encouraged, my movements gradually became more vigorous, but this resulted in more intense pleasure for myself. After a few strokes, the fluid from my vagina completely soaked my son's penis.

I simply used my hand to spread the fluid evenly on my penis; with the lubrication, my hands and lower body moved more effortlessly. At this point, sweat beaded on my nose and temples, and my face was flushed, but my son's penis showed no sign of ejaculation; instead, it grew even thicker. Oh no, what should I do?

Just then, my son opened his eyes, a mischievous smile on his lips. One of his hands left my slender waist but grasped my breast. His other hand gently pulled my upper body closer to his, and his lips kissed my earlobe. My breasts were pressed against his.

"Mmm…son, what are you doing…" I felt as if I'd been electrocuted, and my lower body gushed forth like a burst dam.

My son rubbed my breasts with his fingers while lightly licking my earlobe, his other hand circling my back. He whispered, "I'm helping you, Mom. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you know?"

Although I didn't like this, his sweet words made my heart pound. Women are the most emotional creatures, and his simple words were devastating to my defenseless state. With my most sensitive areas attacked simultaneously, I couldn't speak.

"Ah…you…let go…son…I…I…want…to let you…cum…ooh…"

I shut my mouth because my son's lips suddenly sealed mine. I kept my mouth tightly shut, not letting his tongue in. But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through me; he had pinched me hard. "Ouch!" I couldn't help but open my mouth, and he seized the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

"My goodness, where did my son learn that? His tongue wrapped around mine." I passively returned his kiss, but soon I was immersed in his passionate kiss. He would occasionally suck on the tip of my tongue, gently lick my gums, and lightly swirl it under the base of my tongue. This was the first time in my life that I had been so completely absorbed in a passionate kiss.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my lower body unconsciously rubbing against his genitals, completely forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. After a long while, his lips left mine, and I still lingered, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced.

My son grinned lewdly at me again, pointing to my buttocks and saying, "Look, Mom..."

I looked down and saw that not only my face but also my neck were flushed. It turned out that my discharge had not only soaked my son's thighs but also left a large wet stain on the wool cushion beneath him.

"Mom, how many times a week do you and Dad make love?"

I asked, blushing. "About two or three times a week."

"What? Dad ignores such a beautiful woman like you and only makes love two or three times a week? What a pity! If it were me, I would definitely make love with you two or three times a day, hehe!"

"No... it's just that he's very busy, so we..." I defended my husband shyly.

At this moment, my son raised his hand, looked at his watch, and said, "There are still five minutes left. It seems I can enjoy you properly, Mom!"

I said anxiously, "No, son, there are still five minutes left. I'm sure I can make you ejaculate!"

"You just tried it, Mom. How can you expect me to come in five minutes!"

"What should I do? I really don't want to give myself to this little pervert. Although he gave me several times more pleasure than my husband, and although he has touched and seen every part of my body, reason tells me that he is my son. We can't. My husband is the one I love most. That part should belong solely to him."

"However, I have a good way to solve this problem, Mom."

"What is it? Tell me quickly!" I asked hurriedly, grabbing my son's hand.

"Well, it's like this. You need to know that a man's most sensitive spot is here." My son placed my hand on his huge penis.

"Yes, that's right..." I nodded. I seemed to have heard my husband mention this before.

"I can give you five more minutes, Mom. I'll only insert the tip of my penis into your vagina; you can move the exposed part with your hands. Just a little wiggle, and I'll definitely ejaculate quickly." "

What? How can that be? Isn't that the same as inserting it completely?"

"Mom, have you thought it through? If you don't agree, then we'll just have to wait until the time is up. Then I can insert it all the way in, and that will feel amazing. Besides, I'm only putting the tip in; you just need to move it gently, and it won't go in too deep. What's the difference between that and not putting it in at all?"

My face began to pale again. My heart was in turmoil. Finally, I decided to choose to insert the tip. It was better than full insertion. Besides, hadn't my son's tongue been moving inside me for a long time? It even gave me an orgasm.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but... I'm so scared... Your thing is too big, son. I've never tried anything this big before. I'm scared..."

My son laughed and said, "Hahaha, don't be afraid. You'll be too happy to wait. Think about it, how big can a woman's vagina expand when she gives birth? A woman's vagina has a very strong contraction force. What's there to be afraid of? Come on."

But I was still incredibly nervous. I didn't even think about what would happen if my son didn't keep his promise after putting his penis inside. At this moment, my son had already stood up with me in his arms. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and tightly clamped my legs around his waist. He lifted my buttocks and placed me on the table, saying, "The previous position wasn't convenient. In a little while, I'll stand still. You use one hand to wrap around my neck and the other hand to touch my penis here until it comes out, okay? I'll give you twenty minutes, okay?"

I nodded, both nervous and shy. The thought of being penetrated by the second man in my life, even though he was just a virgin, was strangely exciting. But then I thought of my husband, and a wave of guilt washed over me. Ironically, this guilt only fueled my already aroused state, making my genitals even more soaked.

"Mom, you'd better take off your shoes and skirt," my son muttered to himself. A moment later, my shoes were removed and tossed aside, revealing my two slender, white feet. He held them in his hands, grinning, and said, "Mom, will you take off your skirt yourself, or should I help you…?" I suppressed the

tingling sensation in my feet and whispered, "Let's not take off the skirt…" "

Haha, okay, fine, I won't take it off then. But you have to lift it up, so it won't be inconvenient later. Come on, Mom." I reluctantly lowered my head and lifted the skirt to my waist, exposing my entire vulva.

"It's finally coming," I thought sadly.

I resignedly closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt something hot and huge touch my vulva. It must be my son's penis. It didn't rush in, but slid back and forth on my vulva. It felt so good.

My heart was pounding. Tension and unease, humiliation and guilt, shame and pain—all sorts of different feelings surged into my heart. At this moment, my vagina, contrary to my will, flowed out even more fluid, enough to fully lubricate the penis that was about to enter me.

"I'm going in... Mom."

"Hmm..." I felt my son's penis stop sliding, press against my vulva, and slowly insert.

"Ah... don't move... ah... it... it's too big... son... please... you... it's..."

The tip of his penis felt like it was about to burst, and the part that entered was hot and hard. I don't know how to describe this feeling. It was a feeling that was so good it was almost suffocating, even terrifying. It made me feel like I was in heaven and hell at the same time. I couldn't bear this feeling and wanted my son to stop. This was terrifying.

My son stopped, and I gasped for breath. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out again. Just as I felt the emptiness, he thrust in again. This time he didn't stop; he pulled out again, then thrust in again, each time deeper than the last.

"Ah...stop...ah...I...can't...stop, son..."

Waves of pleasure assaulted me, and my legs involuntarily spread wider, unconsciously enduring the sensation. Finally, just when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, my son stopped.

I gasped weakly, but suddenly realized it wasn't as painful as I'd imagined, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But then, I felt my lower body was incredibly tight, shamelessly gripping his penis, writhing incessantly. And...and it seemed his penis was already a third of the way inside me. Was he going to break his promise and go all the way in?

I hurriedly and frantically looked down. "Phew," thankfully, only a small part of his thick penis was inside. His ** was really too big, just one of his ** took up so much of my **, if it were all of it... I'd be lucky if it didn't pierce through my crotch.

But… I gave a bitter smile and thought, “What difference is there between this and letting him penetrate me completely? I only regret not thinking of this earlier; now it’s too late. What should I do? I’m such a stupid, shameless woman. How can I face my husband?” My son saw my expression clearly and lewdly said, “Mom, now it’s your turn to serve me with your hand.”

That damned devil! At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to break his penis and feed it to the dogs. My virginity was ruined by him. But what could I do? I had no choice but to go along with it. At least I didn’t let him penetrate me completely; that was enough for my husband, wasn’t it?

The pleasure in my lower body was still vivid. I glanced helplessly at my son, withdrew my right hand from his neck, grasped his exposed penis, and began to stroke it. This time, I had to make him ejaculate; I wouldn’t have another chance.

"Oh, right, he just said that I need to move my lower body gently, and then coordinate with my hand, before he can come. No way, I can't do that. Doing that with a man other than my husband is practically the same as sex. But if I don't do it, it'll be even worse later… Sigh, whatever, I guess I'll just have to do it." I struggled internally.

But when I tried to move my lower body, I realized that with my legs wide open and my buttocks on the table, there was nowhere to gain leverage. Instead, my movements only caused the penis to penetrate deeper.

Seeing my predicament, my son said mischievously, "Mom, why aren't you moving?" Then, he pulled his penis out and, with a "squelch," thrust it back in.

"Ah...son...you're so naughty..." The wet sounds from when he penetrated me made me blush. I said shyly, "You...you should move yourself."

"Hehe, okay, since you've said so, Mom, I'll respectfully comply, but don't regret it!" After saying that, my penis started moving slowly, probably because he couldn't hold back anymore.

At this moment, my penis was swollen and itchy, and the intense stimulation caused my penis to gush out like a spring. This was really annoying; why was there so much fluid down there? It was so embarrassing.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..." The continuous sounds of water reached my ears.

"Hmm...um..." I carefully felt every bit of pleasure coming from below, and I couldn't help but moan.

Fortunately, my son kept his word; his penis stayed only at the entrance of my penis and didn't go any further. Gradually, I lowered my guard, and my hands simply hugged my son's neck tightly, completely immersing myself in this joyful and indulgent game.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

"Mommy, does it feel good?"

"Mmm..."

"Will you let me do this to you again?"

"Mmm..."

"Squelch, squelch, squelch..."

"Ah...son, yours is so...big...so...comfortable..."

"I feel so good too, Mommy, your pussy is so tight and hot, and it moves on its own, oh...you are such a natural beauty, I finally got to fuck you today, Mommy...lift your legs up."

I obediently lifted my legs and lay on the table. My son put my legs on his shoulders. At this moment, I was completely unaware of the danger that was about to befall me. In a daze, I felt my son pull his penis back to my vulva, and he pressed his upper body against me, forcing my legs to be pressed to the sides of my body, forming a "V" shape.

"Hmm...why aren't you moving...did you...come out...son?"

"No, it's still early, Mom, I haven't enjoyed it yet..."

I trembled with pleasure, my hazy eyes just seeing my toes, and I let out a moan that sounded like crying: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

"Ugh...so good." "Squelch," a crisp sound came from below, and my son's big penis was inserted again, pressing against my clitoris.

"...Ah...no...son...you...how could you put it all in..." The huge psychological gap made my vagina contract sharply, tightly wrapping around my son's thick, hard penis, and even my clitoris sucked on my son's huge penis.

"Ugh..." In an instant, I felt like I was floating, and at the same time, my vagina began to spasm, and waves of hot fluid gushed out uncontrollably, pouring onto my son's penis and penis, instantly forcing open my vaginal walls, and flowing onto the table.

I vaguely heard my son say, "Time's up, my beautiful mom."

After a long while, my senses gradually returned. Looking at my son, the grief and resentment in my heart suddenly welled up and I couldn't help but cry. All that hard work, and in the end, it was all for this bastard. "Honey, how am I supposed to face you?"

"Don't cry, Mom, what if your eyes get swollen? People will see." My son comforted me triumphantly.

"Yes, how can I face people with swollen eyes?" I looked at my son with red eyes and said hatefully, "You little brat, I'll never let you get away with this..." But the ridiculous thing was, as I said these words with dignity, a huge penis was still inserted into my lower body.

My son scoffed, "Hey, Mom, why didn't you say that when you were enjoying yourself? Look at you, you even squirted down there, it almost made me ejaculate."

My face flushed. I remembered what had squirted out during our lovemaking—was it urine or semen? I couldn't tell. It was the first time this had ever happened to me. I stammered, "Son, are you satisfied now? Let's stop here. Take your thing out."

"No, I'm still uncomfortable down there. Let me ejaculate and I'll let you go right away.

" Sure enough, I could feel his penis throbbing restlessly inside me, growing thicker and thicker. My senses had become incredibly sensitive after the lovemaking. I could even clearly feel the hard ridges of his penis and every vein on it. These sensations were captured by my engorged vaginal walls and transmitted to my brain.

My firm resolve began to waver again. I'd already given myself to this lecherous man, so what did a little more time matter? Thinking of the ecstasy I had just experienced, my lower body began to stir again. Little did I know that at this moment, I was truly betraying my husband.

I dared not look my son in the eye, and whispered in a voice only I could hear, "Okay... hurry up, Daddy will be back soon."

My son happily replied, "No problem, my beautiful mommy."

Instantly, the sound of water from my lower body returned, and his huge, thick, hard penis began to thrust rapidly inside me. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound, but after only a few thrusts, I couldn't help but cry out—no, I should say cry out—because the pleasure was so intense; if I didn't, I might suffocate.

"Ugh... fucking... me... to death..."

A moment later, my son pressed my calves against my face, causing my buttocks to thrust upwards, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper. Each time, he would pull his penis to the entrance of my vagina and then thrust it in heavily again. At this moment, I could feel his scrotum slapping against my buttocks, while his penis pushed deep into my uterus.

"Ugh...have...me...please...ugh...ugh..."

"Ugh...son...ah...Mommy...really...can't...take...it...again...ugh..."

"Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch..."

"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."

The whole room was filled with my moans, the sound of water, and the sound of my buttocks colliding with my son's thighs.

"Ugh...Mommy...Mommy...ah..."

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

"Ah...ah

...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

I really couldn't take it anymore, even calling out "Mommy" out loud. My son was just too amazing. At this moment, I had lost all sense of time. I didn't know how much time had passed, how many times I had orgasmed, or how much fluid I had released.

"Little slut, call me brother!"

"Ugh...brother...brother..."

"Call me good husband!"

"No...ugh...no...ah...I...I'm...going...to...die..."

My son moved even harder, each thrust penetrating deep into my flower.

"Call me, you little slut, how dare you disobey, I'll fuck you to death!"

"Ugh...please...me...I...I...call...stop...ah...ugh..."

"Good...husband..."

"Hahahaha, that's a good girl, call me a few more times."

"Good...good...husband...good...husband...please...ugh..."

I was so pitiful that I couldn't even speak clearly, but my son didn't let me go. Instead, he became even more excited and thrust. This was truly an experience that made me feel both incredibly happy and extremely painful.

"Mom, you always pretend to be so proper, haha, why aren't you pretending now? How come you're so lewd?"

"Son...I...I...didn't...ooh...ooh..."

My son's words made me feel both ashamed and indignant, yet even more excited. Suddenly, he started breathing heavily and said, "Good Mom...clench your legs tight, I...I'm going to cum!"

My mind suddenly cleared, and I twisted my body, trying to get his penis out. Today was my fertile period, and I said urgently, "No...don't cum inside me..." My son's penis suddenly swelled up even more, and he held me down tightly, thrusting even harder.

"Ooh...ooh...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I moaned.

The swollen penis inside me began to throb powerfully and rhythmically, and I felt waves of hot liquid spraying deep into my flower. I couldn't care less anymore, I tilted my head back, my mouth half-open, my body involuntarily curving into a beautiful arc, and my vagina responded by gushing out waves of hot fluid. I am such a pathetic woman.

After a long, long time, my son pulled out his now slightly limp penis. I silently sat up, put on my bra, and pulled my panties over my legs. My son waited until I had buttoned up my shirt, then, naked from the waist down, he fawned over me, offering to fetch my shoes, saying, "Mom..."

I ignored him, looking at his slightly protruding belly and his now limp penis, and felt waves of nausea. Standing on the floor, I tried to smooth out the wrinkles on my skirt, but the back was soaked. Thinking back to my absurd actions, my face flushed again.

I thought for a moment, then looked down at my son and said, "I'll pretend today never happened, but if you ever dare to do it again... I really will..." With that, I walked out of my son's bedroom without looking back. But I didn't see the smile slowly spreading across his lips; otherwise, I would have regretted my foolish decision.

Suddenly, a warm flow seeped through my underwear and trickled down my thighs. I quickly covered my genitals with my hand and ran into the bathroom. I lifted my skirt and pulled my underwear down to my knees, then sat quietly on the toilet. At that moment, my son's semen dripped uncontrollably down my back...

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