Two short stories about family affection

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**************Seen by Son************
My husband and I thought we were the only two at home that afternoon, so we could enjoy some "afternoon fun" (making love in bed). It was Saturday afternoon. We assumed the kids were all out playing with their friends. While my husband was making me ecstatic, moaning and screaming with pleasure, I suddenly noticed our eldest son and his friend standing in the corner of the window watching us.

I immediately grabbed the blanket next to me and covered my naked body. I yelled at my husband to leave.

After they left, my husband went limp and couldn't penetrate me anymore, and I lost my libido. After getting dressed, my son was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't discipline him. This incident weighed on my mind until the next evening when his father hadn't returned from work.

I called my son into the room and tried to explain that parents need some private time to enjoy life, and that I had been seen naked. He said he knew that, but he just happened to pass by the window and heard me yell, thinking something was wrong, so he wanted to check. I blushed and couldn't say a word.

After talking to Maozi, he kept emphasizing that it was the first time he had ever seen a woman completely naked in front of him. To be honest, at first I thought it was a "white lie," because he was tall and handsome, with the kind of looks that girls envied. At home, apart from being an only child, he seemed perfect for having a girlfriend.

I felt sorry for my son; he was so old and still didn't have a girlfriend. Seeing him locked in his room every night, I knew what he was doing. On our first Valentine's Day, I gave him chocolates, and he asked me, puzzled, "Mom! Why did you give me chocolates?"

I asked him if he knew what February 14th was. He countered, "Is it your birthday?" I almost fainted.

I said, "Today is Valentine's Day, and you don't have a lover yet. Mom will be your lover for a day, letting my precious son experience what it's like to have a lover, so he won't have these wild thoughts every day."

After dinner, while taking a walk in the park with my son, we found the lighting and atmosphere beautiful. Under the soft, hazy moonlight, my son spontaneously kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you, Mom, for being my temporary lover."

I returned the kiss with a similar passion, this time on his lips. It was a perfectly normal kiss for me, but then something happened that left me bewildered: my son started crying! I had rarely seen him cry like this in front of me. I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, I heard him say, "Mom, this is the first time a woman has kissed me on the lips. I'll think about it forever. Don't ignore me!"

After hearing this confession of love and tears, I could only nod haphazardly.

Another time, he came to my room. His father was at work, and it was just the two of us at home. He started getting handsy, saying he wanted to give me a massage. I said I would give him a massage too, and we started playing a game of touching. Later, I noticed his breathing was becoming increasingly rapid, and my underwear was soaked. Without thinking, we immediately started undressing each other.

As I spread my legs to signal him to enter, he straddled me, holding his syringe tip, ready to inject me. Just then, my husband suddenly came home early. He called to me from downstairs, and I didn't dare make a sound, telling him to continue his "unfinished project" of drilling.

In the blink of an eye, he'd "game over," lasting only two seconds, all of it on my stomach. He immediately grabbed his pants and ran to his room.

The next day, he was studying in his study, chatting with his son. I asked him why his "first time" last night was so bad.

He looked at me defiantly and said, "I got nervous when I heard Dad's voice, and I just 'shot' it! I really didn't mean to."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Really?" My son's eyes lit up with surprise.

"If you do, go wash up, Mom's waiting for you in the room."

What happens next, you can figure it out yourselves.

The End.

************My Mother************
It was 8:30 in the morning when I walked into the kitchen. There were no classes today; the teachers had a meeting, but I had baseball practice at 3 p.m. Mom was busy washing the dishes from breakfast in the sink.

"Hey, Mom!" I walked up to her. "Dad, off to work?"

"Yes, son," Mom turned and looked at me.

I went up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, hugged her tightly, and kissed her cheek.

I slipped my hands under her robe from between her arms and stroked her breasts, which weren't covered by a bra, and asked, "Are you going to work or staying home today?" I was playing with her nipples, feeling them hardening.

"Honey, I haven't decided yet," Mom replied. I moved my right hand down to her vulva.

"Looks like I might have to work from home today," Mom said.

"Dad went to bed early again last night?" I asked Mom.

"Yes," Mom said, turning around, cupping my face in her hands, and kissing me deeply on the lips. "I didn't have sex with your father."

I opened her robe, revealing Mom's figure completely exposed. I played with her large breasts and kissed her neck. I had seen many women's breasts in magazines, and Mom's breasts were 38DD. They were quite large. After kissing Mom's lips, my lips moved down to suckle her right nipple, and Mom began to feel intoxicated.

"My darling son, I don't know how I would live without you."

"Mom, what can I do for you this morning?" I asked Mom.

"Come upstairs to your room, I want you, to fuck me to your heart's content," Mom said with a moan.

We went upstairs hand in hand into my room. As soon as we got to the bed, Mom slipped her robe off her shoulders and lay naked on my bed. I also stripped naked and pressed down on her. Our lips were locked together passionately, unable to separate.

After kissing for a long time, I knew Mom needed me to take it a step further. My lips left hers and slid down into her vulva. Sparse brown pubic hair was trimmed short and neat on her stomach, and there wasn't a single hair on her labia. Instinctively, she spread her legs so I could find the already wet opening into which my tongue could enter.

Knowing what Mom loved most, I gently kissed the inside of her thighs, then slid down from her clitoris to her perineum, tracing the cleft. I parted her labia with my fingers, revealing the pinkish-red opening, and kissed and licked it frantically from top to bottom.

"Oh, baby, you know what Mom loves most, hurry..." Mom moaned.

"Mom; what is it?" I asked deliberately.

"You know and you still ask," Mom shouted again.

I pinched Mom's clitoral head between my lips and rubbed it with my tongue.

"Oh! That's right, I knew you knew where Mom's itching spot." Mom started rubbing her vulva against my face, and I could feel her trembling before her orgasm.

"Oh!! That's great."

"Mom, you taught me all of this," I said, pressing my hard penis into Mom's vagina and pressing it against her.

Thinking back to two years ago, when Mom and I made love, I was still a novice with no experience. Dad ignored Mom's needs and refused to do what she wanted most—to eat peaches. I learned quickly, and Mom treated me like a treasure, indulging me in everything.

Mom said, "Son, remember, you have to let Mom come first before you can ejaculate inside her." Mom started to tightly clamp my penis between her thighs.

"Move faster," Mom whispered in my ear, her hands gripping my buttocks. I smiled.

Mom panted as she matched my thrusts, reaching orgasm. I lay on top of her, our sensitive organs rubbing together, and I kissed her face. Mom released too much vaginal fluid, and my penis slipped out.

"You came too fast this time!" I said, kissing Mom's cheek.

"I didn't get to see your dad last night, and I've been wanting it since this morning. Luckily, you didn't have class today," Mom said, holding my penis. "Do you want me to suck it out for you?"

"No need, it's more fun to fuck you," I said, finding my mother's wet pussy naturally without her guidance, and easily inserting myself again. My mother's vagina was a bit too big for me.

"Mom, squeeze your legs together." I began to slowly and rhythmically thrust in and out of her warm pussy, fucking my mother.

After a few minutes, I felt the muscles inside my mother's vagina contracting, and her whole body began to tense and tremble. My mother was about to climax again. I sped up my thrusting, and my mother squeezed her legs between my buttocks, trembling below me. I knew it was almost time.

"Faster, fuck harder, harder!" my mother shouted. I covered my mother's mouth with my hand and thrust hard into her lower body.

"That's right, baby, I've come again!!" my mother pushed away my hand covering her mouth. Her limbs went limp on the bed.

"Mom, I'm going to cum too."

"Just cum inside Mom's pussy," my mother moaned.

We reached orgasm together one after the other, and my semen poured directly into the deepest part of my mother's uterus. We hugged each other, panting heavily, both of us sweating profusely, the sheets soaked.

"Mom! How did it feel this time?" I asked.

Mom looked up at me and said, "I've never felt so good."

Before pulling out, I smiled and kissed her cheek again.

"Son, we'll rest tomorrow," Mom said. "The day after tomorrow, your dad's going to play 36 holes of golf, he might not be back until four in the afternoon."

I smiled, reached for Mom's underwear on the bedside table, and helped her put it on, telling her, "Dad's going to play 36 holes the day after tomorrow, I only need to play one hole."

The end.

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