The feeling of having sex with a young boy for the first time

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I'm almost 36 years old. The saying "thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" is absolutely true. In recent years, my sex drive has grown stronger and stronger, to the point that even the slightest stimulation can set me ablaze with desire, making it impossible to control myself. My husband is often away on business trips and frequently seeks a mistress; there are many men around me.

However, traditional Chinese morality has prevented me from taking that dangerous step. Whenever my sexual desire rises, I can only suppress it deep within my heart. But my temper is becoming increasingly volatile; people at work are afraid of me, my colleagues are afraid to talk to me, and I feel even more alone and helpless.

I work as a financial accountant at a telecommunications company; the work isn't too busy. Every day I wear old-fashioned clothes and have a dull face at work. Besides processing invoices for my colleagues, there's not much else to do. At this time, I usually go online.

Chatting on OICQ has become my main form of entertainment during work. Online, I rediscovered the feeling of being a beautiful woman I had 10 years ago. Countless male netizens greeted me warmly, trying their best to impress me. But I never met any of them in person because online I was an innocent 18-year-old girl. I was really afraid of what might happen if those young men knew I was almost 40.

Two months ago, the company gave each employee a computer with free internet access. So, after cooking for my 12-year-old son at home, going online became my favorite thing to do.
One day, I met a netizen with a very unique name online. His name was the kind that instantly aroused desire. He secretly sent me a message: "Are you happy with your sex life?"

Curiosity led me to secretly open another window and visit "Entertainment Space." There, I discovered the address I had been searching for to release my sexual desires.

As the explicit erotic literature revealed its lewdness, my lower body felt like it was on fire. My uterus contracted, my vagina spasmed, and my underwear quickly became wet. Looking at the obscene content, I masturbated repeatedly, bringing myself to orgasm with each spasm. That night, I didn't log off until my son returned from evening self-study. I went to bed with exhausted legs, my mind still replaying the story, my fingers continuing to fuel my fantasies.

The next day... After work, many colleagues were surprised to find I looked so beautiful. I think it was because I had achieved sexual satisfaction; I had finally broken free from sexual repression. A smile returned to my face, and life began to feel better.

That evening, after getting home from work, I hid in my room, took off my clothes, and looked closely at the young woman in the mirror. Although I was almost forty, my figure was still like a young girl's, but with a maturity beyond that. My skin was as white as jade, and my breasts, though slightly sagging, gave them a weighty feel. And my dark pubic hair was incredibly alluring. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.

After arranging dinner for my son, I went to the mall alone to buy clothes. I quickly bought the sexy clothes, lingerie, and a set of high-end cosmetics that I liked.

Back home… At home, my son had already gone to evening self-study. I was alone again. I took off all my clothes and began to carefully groom myself in front of the mirror. I lightly applied foundation, meticulously drew my eyebrows, applied heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, and then tied my hair up with a ribbon! I changed into my newly bought black underwear, put on flesh-colored stockings, slipped on a miniskirt and tight-fitting bodysuit, and put on high heels.

When I stood in front of the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself as my usual proper self. I looked at myself in the mirror with half-closed eyes, trying my best to seduce myself with a provocative expression.

My lower body quickly became wet again. I caressed my proud breasts, my hand slowly sliding down. I took off my underwear, turned on the computer, entered "Entertainment Space," and opened one erotic article after another. When I saw so many articles about incest between mothers and sons… I masturbated while fantasizing about my son's face. My fantasies unfolded as the story progressed.

Oh my god! What's wrong with me? My child is only 12 years old, just a middle school student. Although he's still developing, he's still a teenager. I continued fantasizing, my nimble fingers stirring, taking me to heaven again and again.

When I reached climax, I even called out my son's name. I stood in front of the mirror again, looking at the disheveled, dazed woman in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel aroused again. Oh my god! What a lewd woman I am! Time flies, and before I knew it, my son was home. I quickly tidied my hair and hurriedly turned off the computer.

Opening his bedroom door, I saw him sitting obediently at his desk reading. I felt incredibly ashamed. "Xiaowen, is your homework important?" My son didn't even look up and said, "It's nothing, it's very simple..."
I walked behind him, put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly felt a jolt, like an electric shock. My son was developing, his height was increasing rapidly. I involuntarily let out a soft "uh. "

My son turned around and looked at me, his eyes filled with surprise. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Looking into my son's innocent eyes, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt. "Nothing, Mom is happy to see you studying hard." My son looked me up and down in surprise. Meeting his gaze, I suddenly remembered that I was naked under my short skirt, not wearing any underwear, and my breasts were being pushed up high by my bra. My lower body felt hot and itchy. Sure enough, Xiaowen's eyes were fixed on my firm breasts.

I silently cried out in my heart, "Ah! My dear Xiaowen, touch them, quickly pinch Mom's wanton breasts with your hands!" My legs trembled, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing out from my lower body. I didn't know if he had smelled the fishy smell.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you dressed like this?" "Xiaowen's voice was a little ethereal.

"Oh! It's nothing, Mom just went to a friend's party, that's why I dressed like this." I tried to lie in a calm tone. "Go study! Mom's going to take a shower."
I hurriedly fled Xiaowen's room. I always felt his eyes were fixed on my thighs.

I escaped to the bathroom, my fingers touching pubic hair and wet labia, the honey-like fluid sticking to the petals. "Oh, Xiaowen." My right middle finger quickly slipped inside. I fantasized about seducing Xiaowen, my finger moving faster, the little finger skillfully playing with my engorged clitoris, I struggled to turn on the water. I called Xiaowen's name in my heart.

I was completely crazy, I went into the bathtub, letting the hot water splash on my skin. I walked to the bathroom door, gently opened the bathroom door, and slightly opened it. Xiaowen's room was right there.

"Xiaowen, come and see Mom's slutty body!" "My heart was screaming. My fingers, tireless in their manipulation, climaxed again in a fantasy of incest. Imagining my son holding me and thrusting into me, my juices flowed freely.

The clarity that followed the climax brought endless self-reproach and guilt. After changing my clothes, I left the bathroom and went to my room. Suddenly, I felt incredibly shameless, and tears silently streamed down my face. I thought, for Xiaowen's sake and for my own, I had to find a man. I was afraid of losing control in front of my son; he would despise me for the rest of his life.
I decided, I would find a man tomorrow.

Several weeks later, I still didn't find a man, spending my days in masturbation and fantasies.
One morning at breakfast
, 'Mom, you look so good in that outfit!' Xiaowen exclaimed loudly from behind.""Really?" I smiled. "I don't know where you learned these silly lies to make this old woman happy." "Really, Mom is getting better and better at dressing up. She's much prettier than before," Xiaowen kept exclaiming. "Oh? How was Mom before?" My face seemed to turn red.

"You used to never dress up, and you looked so dowdy, unlike my classmates' moms who know how to dress. Now you've learned. You look good, but it's still not good enough. You don't know how to coordinate outfits, and sometimes it's neither here nor there. But it's already much better." Xiaowen was quite enthusiastic.

"So, how should Mom coordinate her outfits?" I asked him curiously.
"Do you want me to tell you? Forget it, I'm just a kid, do I need to teach you?" Xiaowen stammered a bit.

"Go ahead! No offense to anyone! Three heads are better than one!" My ears were burning; I actually cared a lot about my son's opinion. I really wanted to dress in a way that my son wanted to see.

"Actually, Mom, you have such a great figure." Xiaowen glanced at me, and seeing that I didn't say anything, "You have such a great figure, the right places are perky, the right curves are curvy, you shouldn't cover yourself up with thick clothes. You should show it off as much as possible, be sexy, be revealing."

Honey was flowing from my private parts again, and I could feel it wetting my underwear. "This child is so young, yet he can use such vocabulary. What is he trying to do? Has his aesthetic sense started to focus on women's figures?" I felt my heart begin to pound. "Then help Mommy pick out a few clothes to match, and Mommy will wear them for you, okay?" Oh my god, what am I saying!
Xiaowen seemed a little thirsty. I stretched my neck and

said, "Okay!" When I changed into the clothes Xiaowen had picked out for me and came out, Xiaowen looked around nervously, not daring to look at me.
My uterus was spasming again, and I pretended to be calm and said, "How is it? Is it okay for Mommy to go out like this?"

Xiaowen stammered, "It's not bad, but your bra is too big, and it's showing. So it looks a little awkward!"

"Really? You child, most of Mommy's breasts are showing, and you still think they're too big? Do I have to not wear anything and let them all show?" A kind of hot, abnormal feeling that I didn't understand flowed deep within my body. "Okay, Mom will dress you up as you wish today."

I noticed Xiaowen seemed a little restless. I took off my bra and put on the white jacket my son had chosen. My prominent nipples were itchy and painful. Should I go out like this, without anything underneath? My private area was burning. I took a deep breath and simply took off my underwear as well. A cool breeze gently caressed my private area.

"How is this?" I walked up to Xiaowen. Xiaowen seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze. "It's fine, but the clothes are a little big. Your breasts will be very prominent when you walk."
"Hehe, you're quite the talker. Okay, let's change into a smaller jacket." I said, walking into the house.

Back in the room, before the door was even closed, I wiped away the fluid from my private area. "I can't take it anymore, it's about to flow out." The heat deep inside my uterus, combined with the chafing of my nipples from the clothes, made them even more swollen and painful!

I found a low-cut top from a few years ago. It seems I really am getting old, a little overweight, and the clothes are actually a bit tight. I took a deep breath and reluctantly put on the clothes. Looking in the mirror, my breasts were squeezed together tightly, appearing so large and exuding a seductive charm of a young woman. The two small round nipples pushed against the front of the clothes, creating two small protrusions.

I stood in front of my son again, accepting his scrutiny. "Ah, Xiaowen, do you see Mommy's devilish figure? Do you want it? Mommy will give it to you, you can have it however you want, okay?" I said silently in my heart, looking at him with tender eyes. My fair breasts reflected a dazzling white light.

"Hmm! Not bad. Very good!" Xiaowen relaxed a little, but his cheeks were even redder than before. However, he still sat on the sofa.

"Can't stand up? Is Xiaowen's little penis hard too?" I analyzed in my mind. The thought that my son's penis was actually hard made me feel a deep, throbbing pain in my heart. I wanted to touch it with my hand to comfort myself. No, I couldn't stop myself from making a mistake.

I rushed my son off to school, and as soon as he left his room, I collapsed onto the sofa. I hastily reached for my genitals, which were already incredibly wet. No, oh, how could I be so wanton? I masturbated again with gusto.

I called in sick to work. Wearing the clothes my son had chosen for me, I walked down the street, and sure enough, almost every man stared at me with lustful eyes. Did they know I was only wearing a jacket and no underwear?

No, I couldn't resist the intense physical urges. I squeezed onto a bus heading somewhere unknown. The bus was packed, and I could feel a man pressed tightly against me. The man's touch intensified my arousal, and my genitals became even itchier.

I could feel the man's hard penis pressing against my buttocks from behind. With the bus's swaying, the pressure felt incredibly good, and I tried to clench my teeth to suppress a happy moan. Suddenly, I felt a hand begin to move intentionally or unintentionally across my buttocks.

Seeing that I didn't react, that hand boldly lifted my short skirt, seemingly oblivious to my presence, and began to move towards my private parts. Just as it was about to touch my wet private area, I suddenly grabbed that hand.

Perhaps because it was my first time, I reacted nervously, gripping that hand tightly. I turned around and saw a young face.

It was a boy, not much older than my son. His pale face was drained of color from fright. I pretended to be fierce and said, "What are you doing? Get off the bus with me." Without further ado, I dragged him to the bus door. Everyone on the bus was watching us, and I tried my best to appear calm.
After getting off the bus, the boy suddenly begged me for forgiveness, "Sister, I won't do it again."

To be honest, hearing "sister" suddenly made my anger disappear. I led him to a quieter place. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you're so pretty, I couldn't help but touch you!" the little rascal argued.

"Hmph! Was it pretty? What did you use to press against my butt just now?" My private parts were a little wet again.
"It was my little penis. When I leaned against you, my little penis got hard on its own," the child said softly, head down.
"How old are you?" "16!"

My private parts spasmed again. 16 years old, older than my son.
Suddenly, the thought of wanting to understand the sexual abilities of a child this age surfaced in my mind!
I took the child to a hotel and booked a room.

After sitting on the bed in the room, I leaned against the bed. My thighs were stretched out and rested on the edge of the bed. I saw the child's head drooping, his eyes secretly glancing at me, wandering around my thighs.
"Hmm, see!" I said to myself, and spread my legs a little wider. I felt something flowing out.

"Answer my questions honestly and do as I say, or I'll tell your parents and school, and have the police arrest you. Understand?"

"What's your name? Oh, Ma Chao. Hehe, I didn't realize you were so precocious. Thinking about women at such a young age. Do you have a girlfriend? Not yet? Okay, now take your pants off and let me see if you're old enough to have one." I pretended to be very serious.i=39> Ma Chao trembled as he pulled down his pants. I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a magnificent, adult-sized penis, defiantly threatening me. A ferocious animal's red head was filled with purple blood, and I could feel the surge of true male desire from it. A large, thick male organ was exposed in front of me. Apart from a few fine pubic hairs, it indicated that he was still a child. If it were just this penis, there would be no way to associate it with a 13-year-old boy, but it was indeed protruding from the body of this weak child.

"Come here, let Auntie touch it." As he approached, I suddenly grabbed his fierce penis with eager hands. It was so hot, throbbing with a powerful pulse. The boy's penis straightened a little more under my caresses, the reddish-black tip oozing clear fluid, and the boy made muffled moans.
"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No." The boy half-closed his eyes, a slightly enjoying expression on his face. "Sister, my little penis feels so good in your hand!"
I couldn't take it anymore, I longed for this boy's penis to penetrate my genitals. I couldn't hold back any longer, "Quick, quick, take off your clothes." I hurriedly tore off the boy's clothes, stripping him naked.

I pulled him into my arms, the boy pressing down on me, his weight giving me temporary comfort.

I couldn't help but moan. The boy's hands also began to caress my breasts, he unbuttoned my clothes, and my breasts bounced out, not to be outdone. My pale, fleshy mounds were roughly grasped and squeezed by the boy, his forceful hands pressing against my body, which was eager to release its

pent-up desire. The mounds were constantly being kneaded, my erect nipples gently sucked and bitten by his lips. The continuous, rough caresses made my mature body tremble with pleasure. A groan of pleasure escaped my throat, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed

from my lower body. I guided the boy's weapon with my hand; his penis pressed against my genitals, and the painful, tender flesh finally felt a sense of relief from the pressure. The boy raised his head, looking at my private parts, watching how I guided his penis into my secret cave. The swollen tip of his penis pressed against the narrow, moist labia. "Quick, come in," I pleaded with the boy.

The boy's buttocks sank down, his swollen labia parted alluringly, and the mature, pale pink walls of flesh swallowed his penis. Almost simultaneously, we both let out a satisfied sound.

The boy's clumsy, stiff thrusting brought indescribable pleasure; the youthful, powerful impacts and rhythms sent shivers down my spine. After a heavy panting from his mouth and nose, he threw his head back and thrust his weapon deep into my vagina, the glans, like a small fist, pressing against my cervix. Each tremor represented our rising and falling orgasms. The boy pressed his lower body tightly against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure.

As he lay on top of me, I felt his penis gradually soften and shrink inside my vagina. "Is it over?" I asked. "
Can such a young child ejaculate?" I pushed him away, and a large amount of white semen and my vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina—more than I could have imagined. The smell of male semen permeated my entire body, further igniting my unquenched desire.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly.
"Oh! Sister, it feels so good, I ejaculated. I've never felt this good when I do it myself."

"Really? Let me touch it." I grabbed the boy's penis with my hand, looking at the pink glans, so cute and tempting, I couldn't help but put it in my mouth and suck hard.

The boy seemed not to have expected it, and groaned happily again. His penis gradually swelled up in my mouth under my sucking, and the boy closed his eyes, his face showing an expression of immersion. I swallowed the glans as much as possible, swallowing it all the way to the base, the thick glans pressing against my throat, feeling something overflowing from the boy's glans, and my whole body tensed up.

I couldn't hold back anymore and pressed the boy down on me. The boy lay on the bed, raised his hand, and fiercely grabbed and squeezed my heavy breasts hanging in front of my chest, making a tsk-tsk sound of surprise.

I held the boy's thick, hard penis, aimed it at my vaginal opening that was about to drip with lustful fluid, and thrust down. An intense pleasure shot from my lower body straight to my brain. The long penis pressed its tip heavily against my cervix. I felt my whole body go limp, yet I couldn't pull myself away. I could only twist my hips back and forth. The boy, in response to my intense grinding, thrust upwards relentlessly.

The movements became increasingly intense, the pleasure increasingly overwhelming. My son Xiaowen's face appeared in my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was my son Xiaowen below me. I gripped the boy's shoulders tightly with my hands.

In my urgent moans, I asked him to call me "Mom." The boy, panting heavily, uttered the cry of "Mom." It seemed that the boy also considered me his mother. The sensation brought by the hot, hard penis caused my anus to involuntarily react with pleasure. My vagina finally contracted violently, the tender flesh of my vagina gripping the boy's penis tightly. I finally went limp on top of him, collapsing into his body.

The boy wasn't satisfied yet. He roughly flipped me over, turning my wanton ass towards him. I was like a bitch, my wet ass sticking out, facing him. A strong sense of shame made me resist, but the boy's small body unleashed tremendous strength.

He pressed me onto the bed and thrust his raging penis into me from behind again.

My vagina, which had just reached orgasm, ached from his rough penetration, and his hands cruelly pinched my nipples. I groaned in pain, which only fueled his lust. He thrust violently, the pain gradually subsiding, the pleasure intensifying.

"Mommy, how's my cock?" The boy was also fully immersed in playing the role of incestuous mother and son.

"Oh!~~, son, my dear son, Mommy loves it so much. Faster, faster, fuck me~~~"
"Mommy, your little hole feels so good, it feels so good gripping my cock!" The boy panted, increasing the speed of his thrusts. I knew his orgasm was coming.

But I didn't want him to rush things, because my pleasure was gradually reaching its climax. I tried to twist my hips to escape the intrusion of his penis. I said seductively, "No, I'm your mother, how can you do this?"

The boy pleaded urgently, "Mom, give it to me, quick~~!"
"Give you what?" I looked seductively at his swollen glans, which was covered with my white precum.

"Give me your hole, I want it!" The boy said urgently, grasping his thick penis.
"No, you're too strong, it's too much for Mom. Mom won't let you in!" I looked at him with seductive eyes, trying to look at him with a charming and alluring posture.
"Mom, please, give it to me! I'll do anything you want!" The boy pleaded with me almost in a begging tone. Looking at him, I felt a sense of conquering pleasure.

"Then lick Mom's toes." I proudly raised my fair thigh and stretched my foot out towards the boy. The boy seemed to take my foot into his mouth without a second thought, sucking hard on my toes. The tingling, itchy feeling was strange, but incredibly comfortable.
"No, lick Mommy's here," I said, pulling my foot out and spreading my legs wantonly, pointing to my genitals. "I'll lick all this wetness off you, and then Mommy will let you do it."

The boy, like a dog, knelt between my legs, greedily licking with his tongue. My clitoris quickly became engorged under his red tongue's kisses. His soft tongue tip skillfully played with my clitoris. I groaned loudly, pressing his head against my genitals, my mind filled with images of my son, Xiaowen, licking me.The boy's tongue licked harder and harder, and my clitoris was also being teased lightly by his tongue, quickly sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt so good, I felt like I was going to die. The boy 's hot tongue gave me even more pleasure than my fingers. I felt like I was drowning in the ocean, gasping for breath, yet incredibly comfortable, my body rising and falling gently with the waves. My vagina contracted rapidly, and my thighs involuntarily clamped around the boy's head, my hands squeezing my breasts, my whole body tense, enjoying the impact of the orgasm. As I gradually calmed down, I realized that the boy had already inserted two fingers into my vagina when I orgasmed. No wonder I had such a high orgasm.

The boy was eager to penetrate me, but I refused because my genitals were very sensitive after an orgasm, and it would hurt if I did it again. I pushed him away, and I think I must have been looking at him with that seductive, alluring gaze.

"Mom, please, let me in, okay?" The boy held my red penis, almost begging me.
A feeling of dominating a man made me proud, and I suddenly despised the boy in front of me. The idea of playing with men grew stronger and stronger in my mind.

"Go, bring me my stockings with your mouth. If you listen to Mom, Mom will let you do it, okay?" I tried to use seductive words to him.

The boy obediently crawled off the bed and brought me my stockings with his mouth. I found it funny to watch his erect penis sway back and forth. "Come here, let Mom touch it. What is this?" I pulled on the boy's penis and stroked it.
"It's a penis, Mom." The boy closed his eyes with a look of ecstasy as he sucked on my stockings.

"Why is your penis so big? Is there something dirty inside? Use your hand to get that dirty stuff out." I loosened my grip on his penis.

The boy knelt beside me, rapidly masturbating with his hand while his other hand caressed my body and breasts. Soon, he gripped my breast tightly with his other hand, squeezing my soft breasts until they ached. Then I saw a stream of white fluid gush from his purplish-red glans, followed by a powerful ejaculation that sprayed onto my face, neck, and breasts... Afterwards, the

boy collapsed beside me, panting, a blissful expression on his face.

The boy's sexual prowess was truly remarkable. That day, we spent all our time in bed except for meals. When he had energy, he was on top, and when he got tired, I rubbed against him. Honestly, that day was incredibly pleasurable.

We didn't leave the hotel until after 8 PM. When we parted, the boy was reluctant to leave. I was also very satisfied with him, so I promised him I would visit him again. I remembered that he was a student in Class 2, Grade 8 at Nanjing No. 2 Middle School. In the taxi, we were still very affectionate. The young man's teasing made me want to... Unfortunately, two things disappointed me that day. One was that his house was very close, and the other was that the taxi driver was a woman, otherwise I would have thought...

Sigh, I'm such a lewd woman. I want to have sex with middle school or high school students; I feel it's exciting to make love with underage students.

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