Growing up under the influence of one's mother

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The July night, with its gentle breeze and poetic ambiance, is a picturesque scene. Scattered stars, like sparkling pearls, hang in the boundless sky, illuminating this beautiful city.

A clear river flows quietly beneath a row of willow trees. Beside the willows lies a newly built residential area. Tall, robust sycamore trees are scattered haphazardly throughout the area, their branches extending beyond the main trunks. Beneath the dense foliage are rows of dilapidated, low-ceilinged houses. Interspersed

among the dappled shadows are buildings of varying heights and layouts, some brightly lit, some dimly lit.

Dim streetlights scattered sparsely in the dark corners, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary tranquility.

Inside a dimly lit building, a middle-aged woman leaned against the window, her eyes gazing dreamily at the sky outside. A soft, small hand rested on her lower body, digging back and forth incessantly. With each increasingly vigorous movement, her body trembled uncontrollably. Her long, black hair, loosely draped over her shoulders, danced and rippled with her movements, spreading out alluring waves.

Soon, the woman's beautiful body began to contort in a wanton manner.

With each wave of pleasure from masturbation, her body trembled even more violently. Her breasts, still tender and smooth from years of careful nurturing, bounced joyfully like two lively jade rabbits. Her lips grew drier, and soft, intermittent moans escaped from her throat from time to time, sounding particularly lewd and alluring in the tranquil darkness.

The beautiful woman couldn't remember when she started to crave this pleasure of masturbation, nor how long she had been indulging herself like this by the window every night. She only knew that since her husband's death, she had slept alone in the large bed every night, facing the empty house, feeling the loneliness and emptiness in her heart, and enduring the physical hunger and itching. That feeling was something those who hadn't experienced it could never understand.

She had already spent countless sleepless nights.

Inside the room, the beautiful woman was already slightly sweaty; the beads of sweat on her fair, full skin radiated a hot, translucent sheen, mingling with the constantly emanating fresh and pleasant perfume. Even she felt her own burning desire about to be ignited.

Beneath the milky-white silk, her skin, untouched by sunlight, remained as delicate and smooth as ever for decades. In the dim light of the room, it became even more alluring. Her full, rounded, and voluptuous buttocks, and her slender, straight legs, possessed a sexy and seductive beauty that no young girl could match—a mature woman's charm.

In this quiet, dimly lit room, the beautiful woman's movements grew increasingly wanton and seductive, perhaps trying to numb her lonely and resentful heart with burning desire. Stimulated by the surging, endless pleasure, the beautiful woman slightly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and gazed at the mirror by the window, suppressing her excited and eager breaths.

In the bright, smooth mirror, a voluptuous and beautiful woman breathed heavily. Beneath her long eyelashes, her beautiful face held a pair of passionate black eyes, engorged with a sweet excitement—a pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her entire being. This was the mature body of a woman immersed in wanton sex.

A gentle evening breeze stirred the curtains.

Outside, lights twinkled, the shadows of trees creating a dense yet eerie atmosphere. The night deepened, and a few scattered stars dotted the swan-like sky, casting a desolate glow against the backdrop of the few remaining lights.

Inside, the beautiful woman was oblivious to everything else. Her long, glossy black hair, cascading over her shoulders, made her flushed face, already flushed with excitement, even more alluring.

Her firm, full breasts swelled and stood erect, a sight that would make any man lose control. The woman gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror, then began to masturbate rapidly.

Looking again at the dimly lit, empty room, Jia'ai couldn't help but recall the days immediately following her husband's death. Her beloved son, Xiaowei, would often come to her side, tears streaming down his face.

Her son was still young then; perhaps he couldn't truly understand the pain of a son losing his father, or a wife losing her husband. He simply cried because someone was missing from the family. But he knew he had lost his father, and he knew why he was crying.

But wasn't her son's pain even greater than her own? Every time she saw her son crying pitifully beside her, Jia'ai felt a pang of sorrow. She couldn't help but hug him, burying his head in her braless nightgown. She

gently stroked his little head, but he just kept crying loudly, shaking his head against her breasts.

Jia'ai was agitated by her son's pleas, but no matter how she comforted and persuaded him, he wouldn't listen. Helpless, she could only unbutton the front of her nightgown and gently press her son's head against her bare breasts. Jia'ai fondly

recalled how her son had refused to wean when he was little, always clinging to her beautiful, full breasts, which filled her with shame.

The soft touch of his mother's breasts, and that nostalgic sweet taste, soon stopped Xiao Wei's crying.

Meanwhile, Jia Ai's pearly breasts were touched by her son's adorable hands, the soft peaks slowly deforming under his playful touch.

Her son opened his small mouth, sucking incessantly on her swollen breasts and the firm, strong nipple, as if trying to draw out milk. This increasingly aroused Jia Ai's maternal instincts, leaving her breathless.

On the other hand, Jia Ai felt a sweet excitement spreading throughout her body; the nipple, sucked by her son's tongue, hardened, and its pale pink gradually turned deep red.

Jia'ai closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying her son's sucking on her breasts. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and unconsciously, she slowly and gently inserted her fingers.

The moment her fingers, inserted into her tight black lace panties, touched her already quite wet and slippery labia, Jia'ai's body began to stir.

Unconsciously, a groan escaped her throat, and her whole body trembled. Suddenly, she lost her rationality, repeatedly inserting her fingers into her burning secret hole, stirring with the hot, sticky fluid... Whenever the lust subsided and she came to her senses, Jia'ai would feel deep remorse. She couldn't forgive herself, nor could she understand herself. She was already over middle-aged and a mother of a high school boy. Why would she repeatedly do such lewd and obscene things that were unbecoming of a mother? However, whenever her lust came, this sense of remorse was immediately and quickly washed away by the passion surging from the depths of her body.

Sweet memories and the pleasure of reality constantly guided Jia'ai to the peak of climax, as if in a dream, only to slowly fall back to reality, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The pleasure of reality made Jia'ai's heart burn more and more fiercely, and the movements of her hands became excitedly faster, rapidly grabbing and kneading her breasts with all her might, causing her whole body to tremble.

Her black lace panties, full of sweat and love fluid, exuded a wet and lewd smell, and slid down as Jia'ai twisted and turned.

Jia'ai scratched around her navel with her fingers, making her already excited body even more restless.

But she deliberately avoided the key areas, only slowly caressing the area around her panties. The thin fabric was soaked with hot liquid. Jia'ai was completely dominated by the fierce fire surging from deep within her body, constantly guiding her fingers into that burning interior of her lower body.

She knew that the more impatient she was, the shorter the pleasure would be. Therefore, before reaching orgasm, she had to suppress the pleasure no matter what, constantly abusing her body until she could no longer bear it, so that the desire would become even more intense.

Her dark red panties were already soaked and clung to her skin, revealing a wanton slit in her vulva. Sensitive buds received gentle stimulation from the panties, experiencing the sweetest pleasure.

Increasingly intense pleasure assaulted her mind, leaving her in a daze. A strong desire for even deeper pleasure drove her to quickly insert her fingers into the panties, which were completely pressed against her skin. As they passed through the curly pubic hair, she discovered the incredibly soft touch of her labia, wet with sweat and vaginal fluid. Her body, anticipating that pleasurable sensation,... Trembling uncontrollably, she began to dig rapidly and violently. A moment later, her desire surged to its peak, and a gush of fluid spurted from her lips, sending shivers down Jia'ai's spine. Her mind raced, and she leaned weakly against the window wall, her turbulent emotions unable to calm down for a long time… “Knock, knock, knock,” a series of loud, short knocks sounded at an inopportune moment.

Her son's slightly annoyed voice came from outside: “Mom, what are you doing? Can you hurry up? We're going to be late! If you don't come out, I'm coming in.”

“Oh, okay, I'll be right out.”

Hearing her son's voice, Jia'ai snapped out of her daze and hurriedly replied in a flustered manner.

Tonight, she had booked a banquet at a luxury hotel in the city center to celebrate her son's admission to a prestigious university. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jia'ai's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sensual and moist, and her whole body was burning with desire, yet she still felt incredibly ashamed.

Although the brief but intense passion had almost exhausted her, leaving her weak and powerless, Jia'ai knew she couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, her son might impulsively rush in, and if her newly adult son saw her in such a filthy and depraved state, she feared she would have no choice but to jump off a building.

Jia'ai barely suppressed the lingering lust in her heart and hurriedly prepared to open the wardrobe to change her clothes. But at that moment, she discovered that her underwear was filthy and ruined by the gushing semen, making it unwearable. Sighing inwardly, she decided she couldn't worry about that now. Without changing her underwear, Jia'ai opened the wardrobe and put on the dress she had prepared a month ago. The silky, sheer dress perfectly showcased the beautiful curves of her full breasts and buttocks, making even herself marvel at how sexy and alluring her body was.

The lights dimmed, and the city lights began to twinkle.

In a penthouse suite on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the city center, Jia'ai and Xiao Wei sat facing each other.

The hotel was brightly lit and dazzling; outside, the city bustled with traffic; the city under the night sky appeared exceptionally lively, a scene of prosperity everywhere.

Gazing at Xiao Wei sitting in front of her, Jia Ai felt a surge of joy. Tonight, her son was dressed in a black suit, a far cry from his usual student image, appearing tall, upright, mature, and composed.

Jia'ai picked up her crystal-clear glass and held it up to her son, saying sweetly, "My dear son, I know you've suffered a lot these past few years. It's been so hard for you. Thankfully, things are finally looking up. Come on, son, congratulations!"

Xiao Wei also raised his glass, clinking it against his mother's with a "clink," and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mom. You've been the one who's suffered the most all these years." "It should be my son thanking you."

Hearing her son's emotional words, Jia'ai knew what he meant. Remembering the emptiness and loneliness of her widowhood over the years, the hardships of life, and the worries and anxieties she had endured for her son's upbringing, a wave of heartache washed over her. Hearing her son, whom she had raised with such care, so understanding, moved her to tears.

However, Jia'ai immediately remembered that today was a happy day for her and her son, and she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere with those painful memories.

She quickly held back her tears, gave her son a knowing smile, brought the glass to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp. The clear liquid slowly flowed down her throat, the sweet aroma of alcohol comfortably filling her body. All the hardships of the past now felt like endless happiness.

"You've really grown up, into a big young man,"

Jia'ai said with a mixture of affection and emotion after finishing her drink.

Hearing his mother's heartfelt words, Xiao Wei was also filled with thoughts. He recalled the countless times he had been bullied and mistreated by classmates and neighbors when he was young, enduring humiliation and resentment in silence, hoping only to grow up quickly and spread his wings and fly high.

Now, this day has finally arrived. The thought of university life, soon to come—the first step in his journey of soaring high—fills his eyes with a dreamlike glow, revealing boundless longing and anticipation.

Seeing her son's yearning gaze and resolute eyes, Jia'ai was overjoyed and couldn't help but praise him again: "My son is not only a young man now, but a handsome young man! Tsk, tsk, look how charming he is!"

It was the first time Xiao Wei had heard his mother praise him as a man rather than a child. A slight difference made him feel a little shy, but mostly joyful.

He slowly turned his head, gazing intently at the beautiful woman before him for the first time.

Wearing a light blue evening gown, she exuded elegance and grace. The soft, smooth silk fabric clung tightly to her mature, voluptuous body, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her snow-white skin shone brilliantly under the lights, captivating and mesmerizing. He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman, mesmerized, for a long while before exclaiming in amazement,

"Mom, you're so beautiful! It's true! Of all the mothers in the world, you're the most beautiful!"

Receiving her son's praise filled Jia'ai with immense pride! For Jia'ai at that moment, her son's compliment was undoubtedly the happiest thing in the world.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your mother! How dare you joke about an old woman like me, you shameless son!"

Jia'ai scolded deliberately with a stern face, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

Seemingly sensing that her son was looking at her as if she were a beautiful lover, Jia'ai's body involuntarily heated up, a wave of heat washing over her.

The tight-fitting dress clung completely to her skin, showcasing her full, curvaceous figure.

She even felt her breasts, like ripe watermelons, about to burst open, while her dress concealed her soft, curving breasts. This sensual sight was fully displayed in her puberty-struck son's eyes, reigniting his previously interrupted desires, his face flushed with excited lust.

Jia'ai felt her body drenched in sweat, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her. Even sitting was painful. To calm her racing heart, Jia'ai finished her drink.

Soon, her mind became hazy, as if shrouded in a pinkish glow, and she felt disoriented and sleepy.

At this moment, everything became joyful as long as she was with her son. Jia'ai unknowingly became intoxicated by the wine, gazing blankly at Xiao Wei.

The mother and son stared intently at each other under the dazzling lights, unable to come back to their senses for a long time… Night, like a vast black curtain, finally slowly descended, enveloping the entire earth.

It was as if telling everyone that the day's spectacular drama had come to an end, and now it was time for a short rest, awaiting the start of tomorrow's grand spectacle.

Jia'ai and Xiao Wei walked out of the hotel, arm in arm, into the night, the unique warmth of summer filling the entire city.

Happiness and intoxication made Jia'ai unusually excited. Most of her body was limp, leaning against Xiao Wei's arm. Her soft, red, alcohol-stimulated body pressed tightly against her son's skin.

Xiao Wei had actually drunk quite a bit, and his head was buzzing. Walking down the street, he felt dizzy and disoriented.

His mother's soft, hot body pressed against him like a lump of smooth, tender dough—an indescribable pleasure that fueled his desire. His body felt hot and dry, and he gently wrapped his arms around her, rubbing and twisting them.

The two of them clung to each other like a young couple.

In their intoxicating embrace, Xiao Wei's thick arms brushed against Jia Ai's breasts several times, sometimes even pressing lightly against them. Though these were just fleeting touches, they stirred ripples in their hearts.

Jia'ai felt herself melting into the enchanting summer night.

A few gentle breezes caressed her warm forehead, refreshing her and clearing her mind. She regained some of her senses, but was immediately startled to find her body almost entirely pressed against her son's. Her high, soft breasts were squeezed tightly against his strong, muscular arms, the full flesh even distorted by the pressure. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she quickly used her remaining strength to shift slightly away from him.

She realized she had truly drunk too much; she should hurry home and rest.

Jia'ai thought to herself, but then she remembered her dark and cold bedroom and the lonely bed inside, and her mood immediately soured.

Turning to look at her daughter, Aiko, who was practically entwined with her, she finally changed her mind.

The summer night was long, the moon inviting, and it was a rare moment of peace to spend alone with Aiko. Why not linger a little longer?

With that thought, she gently took Xiaowei's arm and whispered in his ear, "Mommy seems a little drunk. Is it alright if I hold your arm for a bit?" "W-Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Xiaowei's face flushed, and he stammered, somewhat flustered.

"Good son! Didn't you just say that Mommy is very beautiful? On this beautiful night, wouldn't it be romantic for your beautiful mother to take a leisurely stroll with you?" "Oh, is that so? Okay then, son will accompany Mommy for another walk. Where

shall we go for a walk? On this road?" Xiaowei was clearly moved by Jia'ai's words, his hazy, dreamy eyes narrowing as he spoke with a hint of longing. "

Let's go to the riverbank. The scenery there is beautiful, and it's more refreshing."

The night was getting deeper, and there were significantly fewer pedestrians on the road. The summer night finally welcomed its quiet and peaceful beauty at this moment.

The entire city seemed to sleep under the gentle caress of the goddess of night, everything so peaceful and serene. Only the gentle flow of the river, as it had for centuries, carried the city's countless loves and hates, flowing slowly forward.

The bright moonlight shone softly on the water, reflecting the moon's image on the ripples, a scene as poetic as a painting.

Not far away, an arched bridge spanned the river, its colorful lights constantly changing colors, like a magnificent rainbow. Thousands of lights hung in the river, rippling gently with the water, flowing endlessly.

A gentle summer breeze drifted from the river, carrying the faint fragrance of willows along the bank. It wafted about, brushing against the bare skin of passersby, giving a cool and moist feeling.

Jia'ai seemed unusually captivated.

Lost in thought about the past, she leaned against Xiao Wei as they walked slowly along the cobblestone path by the river.

The past was like smoke, time leaving no trace. Jia'ai felt that the decades had passed like shooting stars, flashing past her eyes in an instant, vanishing without a trace, never to be found again.

I, too, once had a time of youthful ignorance, like countless other girls, carefree and innocent; I, too, once had a poetic youth, graceful and charming, with dreams of love and deep sisterhood; I, too, once experienced the shyness and nervousness of first love, and the heartbreak and indignation of breakups; I, too, once felt the joy and happiness of reuniting with my classmates, and the sorrow and longing of parting with them; I, too, once felt the sweetness of entering marriage, and the pain of saying goodbye to my husband; I, too, once felt the happiness of having children, and the hardship of raising them alone; now, decades have passed like the river flowing slowly beside the bluestone path, never to return.

Her first love has faded into the distance, her former lover is nowhere to be found; the joys of her childhood have vanished like smoke, her former classmates are scattered in all directions; and the church where she and her husband once walked hand in hand has seen countless people come and go over the decades, long forgotten about her and her deceased husband

, the once newlyweds. So many old memories and events now seem ethereal and elusive, leaving only scattered and blurry figures in her memory.

And the only one who remains by her side, real and tangible, is this increasingly robust young man she is currently holding hands with.

This boy was her son, whom she had raised and nurtured with immense hardship and youth over the years. Now, she could finally lean on him.

But her son, whom she had so painstakingly raised, was now grown up and, in a few months, would leave her, spread his wings, and fly away. When he achieved success and returned home, where would he settle? How long could she lean on these broad, strong shoulders? A child grows up and is no longer under his mother's control; a fledgling must eventually fly alone—this is an eternal truth.

She was his most beloved relative, his mother; how could she, for her own selfish desires, bind her son's wings? "Fly as you please, as long as you're happy. Wherever you want to go, Mom will make sure you're healthy and strong, and send you soaring high," Jia'ai silently decided.

Thinking this, Jia'ai glanced sideways at her son nestled close to her body. She felt as if all the hardships and bitterness of the past years had vanished with the wind, leaving only happiness and joy. She truly wished time could stand still at this moment, never to move forward again.

As Jia'ai was enjoying the peaceful summer night, Xiao Wei suddenly staggered and leaned against her like a patient. Jia'ai was startled and extremely worried, but she had to support him and prevent him from falling. She knew her son was no longer a child, and if he fell on the road, she wouldn't have the strength to lift him up.

"What's wrong? Xiaowei, what happened? Are you feeling unwell? Are you alright?" Jia'ai felt a wave of shame wash over her. She inwardly scolded herself for being so careless as a mother. After getting drunk, she only cared about enjoying herself and didn't realize that her son had been dazed and unsteady from the beginning, and was already quite drunk! She suddenly remembered that Xiaowei seemed to have drunk quite a lot of alcohol at the hotel.

Jia'ai hurriedly helped Xiaowei to the side of the road, slowly moving her son against a lamppost. She supported him with her left arm and waved wildly at the cars speeding by, jumping and bouncing along with her movements, hoping to attract a driver's attention and get a taxi.

But it was late, and there were far fewer cars. The few that did pass by were all occupied. Drivers spent their days stuck in traffic and running red lights, their cars spending more time parked than on the road – they were incredibly frustrated! It was nearly midnight, and with no one around, I was finally able to drive smoothly and quickly. I was focused solely on moving forward, oblivious to the pedestrians on the roadside.

When I saw Jia'ai waving anxiously at them from the roadside, like ants on a hot plate, I sped past her with a whoosh, leaving only the whooshing sound of the wind stirred up by the car's rapid movement.

Jia'ai grew increasingly anxious, but the drivers treated her like she didn't exist, not even bothering to look up or blink, focusing solely on driving forward.

Time flew by with the cars speeding along the road, and Jia'ai had lost track of how long she and her son had been waiting. Seeing her son's complexion worsen, his skin gradually turning from dark red to pale, she was truly worried, a hint of fear mingling with her anxiety.

Her son had never drunk alcohol before, and today, in his joy, he had consumed so much. Jia'ai wondered if there would be any serious consequences.

Seeing the dwindling traffic, she became increasingly enraged and, fueled by alcohol, reverted to her old self—the shrewish woman she used to be when arguing with her neighbors as a widow. She launched into a tirade of insults at their car's rear end. Forgetting all about basic genetics, a torrent of vulgarities spilled from her lips: "You bunch of blind, bastards! You're all sow-born bastards! You're all animals crawling out of pigsties! Your parents raised you on cow dung, and you've stuffed your consciences back into your donkeys' asses! You blind bastards, can't you see your mother?" " You should see your old mother lying here unconscious, right?

These heartless bastards, sooner or later their female offspring will all be born without an anus, and their male offspring will all be born without a penis, they'll all make my lineage end."

After a burst of cursing and shouting, Jia Ai felt much better, but no matter how much she cursed, the problem remained unsolved. At this moment, she couldn't help but regret it. She thought that her family was not what it used to be, and they were now quite well-off. They had some spare money and should have bought a car long ago. She had thought about it several times in the past two years, but when the time came, she always thought that learning to drive was too much trouble, so she kept putting it off and in the end, it just never happened.

Now that things are urgent, she suddenly realized the advantages of owning a car. If she were driving, she wouldn't be stuck in traffic and getting so frustrated. She

secretly resolved to learn to drive after tonight and buy a car once she was done.

But that's a matter for the future; a distant solution can't quench an immediate thirst, especially since she hadn't even found the water yet.

What should she do now? Jia'ai's head started to ache again. Suddenly, an idea flashed into her mind: money! The ancients said that money makes the world go round; in modern times, with money, why worry about not being able to hail a taxi? Thinking of this, she hurriedly reached into her pocket and rummaged around for a while, quickly pulling out a handful of red bills. These were the leftovers from paying the hotel bill earlier. At that time, she was dizzy and forgot to put them back in her purse, just stuffing them into her pocket. She didn't expect them to come in handy now.

Jia'ai waved a large handful of bills around on the side of the road, swaying unsteadily from side to side. Coupled with Xiao Wei, who was already slumped under the streetlight next to her, the scene looked like a pair of lunatics running away in the middle of the night.

But fortunately, the ancients were right. Jia'ai didn't know if money could make the devil turn the millstone, but tonight she finally knew that money really could make people turn the millstone.

Driven by their lust for the red bills, drivers on the road could no longer ignore the presence of Jia'ai and her son. They slowed down, staring wide-eyed at the drunk woman and the red bills in her hand, clearly struggling with whether to stop and check. They hesitated, then slowly drove away without lingering.

Ultimately, fear overwhelmed their desire. They didn't believe a windfall would fall from the sky and land right on their heads; even if it did, it was likely a trap—a beautiful but dangerous one.

After much hesitation and struggle, most chose to give up, preferring not to take the easy way out rather than risk such a great deal.

Fortunately, Jia'ai didn't have to wait long. After three taxis passed by, a bold driver finally stopped beside her. Jia'ai didn't even have time to talk to him. She stuffed all the money in her hand into the driver's hand and asked him to help her lift Xiao Wei, who was slumped on the ground, into the car. Then Jia'ai told the driver that she only had one request: hurry! The taxi sped along the wide road. Sitting in the car, Jia'ai looked at her son's pale face, who was sleeping on the back seat. She felt a pang of heartache. The car seemed to be crawling, constantly urging the driver in front to hurry up.

She suddenly felt that the journey home was so far away, as if it were on the horizon.

Finally arriving home, Xiao Wei was already unconscious, his body limp against Jia Ai. Jia Ai used all her strength to support her son, pulling and dragging him into her bedroom. Before she could even catch her breath, Xiao Wei collapsed onto Jia Ai's bed, rolled twice, and then lay still.

Jia Ai took off Xiao Wei's suit jacket, loosened his tie and shirt, and finally unbuckled his belt to pull his trousers down to his ankles.

Just then, Xiao Wei, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and underwear, suddenly groaned in pain, "Mommy, I'm so thirsty, give me water, quick, I want to drink water."

Jia Ai was startled by this sudden statement. She hadn't expected her son to be awake. Looking at his face, which had regained some color, she was surprised but also relieved. It seemed her son wasn't in serious trouble.

Thinking this, she hurriedly went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and brought it to the room to feed him. Xiao Wei tried to lift his head, but he collapsed halfway up and coughed for a while.

Jia'ai looked at her son on the bed, his face flushed, his lips dry, his cheeks red as if he had a fever. He tried to sit up to drink water but couldn't. A wave of pity and self-reproach washed over her. After hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't bear to see her son suffer. Excitedly, she put water in her mouth, then aimed it at her son's mouth, slowly lowered her face, and tremblingly pressed her lips, which were filled with warm water, to her son's lips.

"Mmm, mmm."

The moment their lips touched, they stiffened immediately. Xiao Wei was startled and opened his eyes in surprise. He felt that the lips touching his were soft as jade and incredibly moist.

Xiao Wei's eyes were closed as if in a trance, and intermittent "uh, uh" sounds came from his throat, as if he were sipping nectar, constantly sucking the water flowing from his mother's mouth.

Jia Ai regretted her impulsiveness at this moment, but the warm breath with a slight smell of alcohol coming from her son's throat and nostrils kept consuming her, arousing a surge of heat in her heart. She simply pretended not to notice and let her son kiss her passionately. After a long time, their lips reluctantly parted, a line of saliva trailing between them.

They both raised their heads slightly, their eyes meeting. Jia Ai felt a surge of panic, mixed with a bit of shyness, and didn't know what to do, so she looked down.

A moment of silence fell over the room, an awkward atmosphere gradually spreading. Faced with their recent immoral act, neither of them knew how to react.

The silence had to be broken. After a while, Jia'ai seemed to have been touched by something. She slowly raised her head, looking up at her son with a mixture of shyness and mischief, and asked, "How did it feel? Weren't Mommy's lips sweet?" Xiao Wei nodded deeply, looking up at her son with longing, and said, "Mommy, it felt so good! Do it again, please, do it again!"

Hearing her son's pleading request, Jia'ai became confused. The kiss between mother and son had clearly violated morality.

But looking at her son's longing expression and his flushed, resolute face, perhaps also influenced by the alcohol, her rationality finally numbed her, and she succumbed to his unreasonable request.

She said tremblingly, "Mom can agree, but only this once."

If her son had been in critical condition just now, needing her to save him, would she have had so many reservations? She could just treat it like giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation; if she didn't consciously think about it, she wouldn't have so many constraints.

Jia'ai comforted herself, forcibly suppressing her unease. She picked up the cup, parted her lips slightly, and took a sip of warm water. Xiao Wei eagerly opened his mouth, waiting for his mother. Jia'ai shyly closed her eyes, brought her lips to Xiao Wei's, and kissed her son's lips again.

"Mmm, mmm."

Feeling her son's hot, dry lips pressed tightly against her own, Jia'ai felt a fever rise throughout her body. She felt incredibly hot, and even felt her snow-white skin, tightly wrapped in her clothes, slowly seeping out sweat. A surge of excitement filled her heart, and she cooperated even more with Xiao Wei, pressing her lips completely together in a passionate, fiery kiss.

After a passionate kiss, Jia'ai finally managed to pour the warm water, along with her saliva, into Xiao Wei's mouth. Xiao Wei drank the warm water mixed with saliva with relish, finding the warm water flowing from his mother's mouth incredibly sweet.

Meanwhile, Jia'ai was already aroused. Her slightly disheveled hair was tilted back, her alluring body straightened, and her two fair arms wrapped tightly around her son, holding him against her hot, high chest.

The handsome, strong young man before her was her son, her real son. Stimulated by alcohol and lust, Jia'ai was somewhat incoherent.

When Jia'ai held Xiao Wei's head tightly against her full chest, the skin against hers felt soft and gentle, like resting on a sponge—extremely comfortable. He excitedly pressed his face close to hers. Even though he was about to enter university, Xiao Wei still clung to his mother like an infant, constantly squirming and wriggling.

Jia'ai couldn't help but recall when her son was little, when she and her husband wanted him to sleep in a separate bed to foster his independence. She remembered how he cried and fussed, insisting on sleeping with her and suckling at her breast.

Back then, he was so infatuated with her, as if she were his everything. He even went two days without eating anything because of it.

And now, the little boy who was infatuated with her has returned, and he has given her even greater passion.

Thinking of this, Jia'ai's heart raced, her breathing quickened, and her beautiful body trembled. Perhaps sensing Jia'ai's emotions, Xiao Wei, who had been pressing his head tightly against her chest, slowly raised his head, gazing intently at her face. He swallowed hard and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mom, Mom, my dear Mom, let me sleep with you tonight?" Sleeping in the same bed with her adult son at night was tantamount to sharing a pillow, which almost implied incest.

Although Jia'ai was already somewhat drunk and infatuated, the immense pressure of social ethics still pushed her to instinctively refuse this unreasonable request almost without thinking. However, just as she was about to say the words of refusal, she saw her son's pitiful expression full of longing, and Jia'ai couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Looking into her son's pleading eyes, Jia'ai's memories flowed like a river. She recalled a time when her son was little, and he saw a neighbor's child playing with an electric car. He thought it was novel and fun, so he begged the little boy to lend him the car for a while. But the little boy had just gotten the car and was very excited about it, so he refused. He begged for a long time but didn't get to play with the car. Instead, he annoyed the little boy so much that he said, "My dad bought this for me. Why should I let you play with it? If you want to play, why don't you go ask your deadbeat old man to buy it for you?"

The little boy knew that her son didn't have a father. He may have just wanted to get rid of her annoying son, but he deeply hurt her son's heart.

Her son ran back crying, begging her to buy him a bigger one. Although he didn't explain why, Jia'ai knew he wanted to spite the other boy. Only Jia'ai knew his true motive: his wounded pride, the fragile pride of a young child.

Even knowing the whole story, even after her son threw a tantrum, crying and begging for a week, Jia'ai still didn't agree. She didn't buy him the bigger one, nor the smaller one.

The reason was simple: she was struggling to support her family at that time; she didn't have spare money for him to squander! After crying and fussing for several days, the son finally gave up, knowing his mother would never agree. So he never mentioned it again. But the day he begged Jia'ai for the last time, and the day Jia'ai rejected him for the last time, the pleading, heartbroken, aggrieved, and desperate look in his eyes pierced Jia'ai's heart like a bone thorn, and it still often appears before her eyes.

The direct result of that incident was that the son never spoke to that neighbor again, and from then on rarely interacted with others, becoming taciturn.

Fortunately, over the years, as he grew older, the son became much more cheerful.

In fact, Jia'ai knew that her son had suffered far more than just that one incident during his childhood. Because he had no father at a young age and his family was poor, he always wore old clothes, ate salty food, and used tattered items that others looked down upon. As a result, he suffered a lot of scorn from his classmates at school and was often bullied by others outside. But he always endured it silently, keeping all his grievances to himself and almost never revealing his feelings to others. Only in front of her would he occasionally show his inner emotions, and only with her could he find a little support and comfort.

Now, looking at her son's pleading eyes again, Jia'ai felt a pang of heartache.

Slowly leaning down, Jia'ai looked lovingly at her son. She gently stroked his dark, shiny hair with one hand. After a long while, as if having made up her mind, she sighed softly in his ear and whispered tenderly, "My good son, Mommy agrees, but you must remember, only this one night, the only one."

Saying this, Jia'ai gently removed Xiao Wei's arms from around her waist and slowly stood up.

If she slept in this dress, it would be wrinkled by the next morning.

Under her son's wide, open gaze, Jia'ai shyly reached behind her back, picked up the zipper of her dress, and with a soft "whoosh," pulled it open from the back, creating a slit. She then slowly pulled the dress down.

The dress slid gracefully to her feet, revealing a large expanse of Jia'ai's snow-white skin and alluring lingerie.

One could hear Xiao Wei swallowing hard when he saw Jia'ai wearing only a dark red bra, and his gaze lingered there, as if he were licking every inch of her body. Seeing the restrained urge in her son, like a wolf encountering its prey, Jia'ai felt confused and afraid, her heart trembling.

A mother, exposing her fair and delicate body, letting her son, soon to be a college student, sleep beside her—this is undoubtedly a dangerous thing.

One wrong step could lead to a grave sin.

Was it too hasty of me to act so recklessly out of momentary weakness? No, it's precisely because I care too much that I'm so suspicious and uneasy. Xiaowei shouldn't do something so indecent.

Jia'ai forcefully banished the thought that might lead to terrible mistakes, then smiled at Xiao Wei, deliberately feigning nonchalance. She lifted her legs one at a time, pulling the dress that had slipped to her feet off her thighs and tossing it aside. Her round, firm buttocks, barely covered by her lace-trimmed panties, were exposed to the silent air.

Jia'ai didn't try to hide the bulge in her thighs that her son was staring at; instead, she avoided the water spilled on the sheets and picked up a towel, lying down next to Xiao Wei.

"Oh, Mom, my beautiful mom, your son loves you so much,"

Xiao Wei murmured, somewhat dazed.

Jia'ai hurriedly touched Xiaowei's head, her hands trembling slightly as she asked, "Are you feeling better? Are you alright now?"

Then she stroked Xiaowei's short hair with her hand. Xiaowei shook his head slightly, and Jia'ai, who felt a little relieved, was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Xiaowei's hands, which had somehow somehow entered her chest and started playing with her breasts

, made her jump. Xiaowei had no time to care about Jia'ai's feelings at this moment. His body was already incredibly hot from the stimulation of his mother's soft and smooth flesh. He only wanted to ravage that full and smooth body more forcefully, so he pressed even closer to her.

Seeing Jia'ai startled by his bold move, he gasped for breath and pleaded urgently, "My beautiful mother, please, let me touch your breasts, let me touch your soft breasts again."

Jia'ai was now terrified; she hadn't expected her son's lust to burn so fiercely, almost as if it were consuming her. But she had no time to think about it now; she was already... Feeling the man's burning heat and intense desire, she quickly arched her back, bracing herself against the bed with her hands, trying to move away from her son. At the same time, she shouted to him, "No, Xiaowei, you can't do this to Mommy! Let go, ah!"

But Xiaowei was already pressing her down; she had no strength to move even an inch.

Xiaowei's hands touched her breasts, then gripped them tightly, along with her lace bra.

"Ah, ah, these are breasts, Mommy's breasts,"

Xiaowei murmured, kneading her breasts roughly.

Jia'ai was startled by his wild actions, but her son's fascination with her body also subtly excited her. Perhaps he was just seeking a sense of security by touching her breasts, Jia'ai reassured herself.

At the same time, the itchy sensation emanating from her breasts was genuinely stimulating her nerves, gradually transforming into waves of pleasure that began to wash over Jia'ai's entire body.

Although Jia'ai was also overwhelmed by lust, feeling almost ecstatic and completely satisfied, reason told her that they were mother and son, and she absolutely could not succumb to the temptation of her body. So she grabbed Xiao Wei's hand, stopping him from fondling her full breasts, and said breathlessly to the boy, "Stop for a moment, Xiao Wei, stop for a moment, Mom has something to tell you."

But

the boy was like a wild horse that had been unleashed, unable to control his thoughts any longer. His hands continued to fondle her breasts, and he whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love your breasts so much. I promise, I'll only touch your breasts, I will never touch anywhere else."

These words reminded Jia'ai again that she was being caressed by her own son.

One wrong step and she would be plunged into a terrible incestuous relationship.

This vigilance made Jia'ai tremble with guilt.

But this fear also made her female organs even more aroused.

Clearly, her nipples were already shyly protruding under her bra. If they were touched by lips... Jia'ai had just thought of this when her despicable son seemed to see through her fear. He suddenly reached into her bra, and her sensitive, beautiful breasts were enveloped by his hand, which directly kneaded the curved mounds of flesh. The sweet pain immediately dominated Jia'ai's senses.

A last shred of reason told Jia'ai that she was about to be violated by her own son, and that being incestuous with her son was even worse than being raped. She had to stop him immediately.

"Stop! Son, we can't do this! Please, son, I'm your mother!" Her weak pleas couldn't sway Xiao Wei, who was consumed by lust. Jia'ai's body, as if under anesthesia, was finally stripped of her expensive bra.

The tips of her beautiful, pearly nipples, pitifully pink, were revealed.

Xiao Wei swallowed hard, then used his hot lips to bite Jia'ai's exposed, trembling nipple, which she was shyly nibbling at.

A numbing pleasure rippled through her skin, and Jia'ai couldn't help

but let out a scream-like moan. This seemed to be an instinctive response, arousing Jia'ai's sexual desire.

Xiao Wei made soft, muffled sounds as he began sucking on her easily aroused nipples. The pitiful little nipples, played with by her son's lips and tongue, swelled several times their normal size in the hot saliva.

Xiao Wei's teeth gently bit Jia'ai's soft, firm nipples, while Jia'ai, already overwhelmed by desire, uncontrollably gasped for breath, "Ah, ah, ah, ah," sounds escaping her lips intermittently. Like hot lava, her love juice flowed from her hidden private parts, soaking her panties.

Her breasts were being kneaded and her nipples sucked by her grown-up son's fingers, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Xiao Wei pressed his waist against Jia Ai's, passionately calling out, "Mommy, you're so beautiful, my beautiful mommy, I want to knead you and play with you to my heart's content, oh, mommy, mommy."

Even drunk, Jia Ai could still feel the surge of male desire emanating from the base of her thighs. Stimulated by her son's lewd words, her whole body trembled.

However, the fear of incest outweighed the physical pleasure. As Jia Ai regained some sobriety, she tried to escape from Xiao Wei, desperately twisting her body.

However, this writhing only caused Jia'ai's full, smooth thighs to rub against Xiaowei's genitals in his underwear, further arousing Xiaowei's desire. He shook his body more vigorously, rubbing and kneading his mother's soft body.

At the same time, he made incoherent moans like a wild beast, "Oh, ya, yeah, ah," mixed with indistinct whimpers from deep within his clenched teeth, making the atmosphere in the room even more lewd.

Suddenly, Jia'ai, already immersed in a state of confusion and passion, sensed her son's sudden change and immediately realized what the man on top of her was about to do. She immediately hugged her son tightly, whose body had already stiffened.

The son's body trembled violently, his mind felt like it was about to take flight, his desire swelled to its peak, and intense pleasure burst forth from his penis. He could no longer control himself, and streams of semen gushed out like machine gun fire… After a long while, Xiaowei felt his body fall back to the ground, then suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Jia'ai's body, panting weakly, unable to move.

Jia'ai lay on the bed, tightly embracing her son's body. Having enjoyed the passion, she also let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief, and sighed inwardly, finally escaping the horrific incestuous act.

The momentary passion finally vanished, like a fleeting dream, leaving no trace.

Xiao Wei, regaining his senses, couldn't comprehend what had happened in those few seconds. He only knew that he had been almost entirely driven by instinct, committing such a sordid act.

Xiao Wei dared not look at his mother's face, his head bowed. He leaned close to Jia Ai's ear, his voice weak and filled with fear and guilt, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not human. Scold me, or even hit me."

Facing Xiao Wei's almost tearful apology, Jia Ai felt a wave of confusion. She didn't know how to face her son, how to face herself, or how to face her husband who had passed away years ago.

Blaming her son for his recklessness seemed pointless, and besides, she knew that today's events weren't entirely his fault; hadn't she herself been indulging in drunkenness as well? Reflecting on whether she was right or wrong seemed too late at this point.

No matter what, it's already happened. The past is past, and nothing can change it. So what's next? Jia'ai didn't know, at least not now, and she didn't have the heart to think about it. Xiao Wei was still lying beside Jia'ai, constantly blaming himself, which made Jia'ai feel heartbroken. Sigh

, what a hateful yet pitiful child.

Jia'ai forced herself to calm her troubled feelings, reached out and gently touched her son's head, and softly comforted him, "It's alright, it's alright, Xiao Wei, stop blaming yourself. Mom doesn't blame you for this. It's okay, go to sleep peacefully!" While comforting her son, Jia'ai reached down to his lower body and secretly pulled his semen-soaked underwear off his feet.

Xiao Wei seemed to understand Jia Ai's actions. His lower body was naked, and he lay motionless like a baby having its diaper changed. His dark brown glans was gradually losing its virility and filled with white semen.

Pubic hair had unknowingly grown on Xiao Wei's genitals.

Jia Ai used a towel placed beside the bed to wipe his still semi-erect, large penis.

The pungent smell of male semen made the mature woman's blood boil.

Jia'ai barely managed to suppress the dizziness brought on by the smell and gently said to Xiao Wei, "I'll go change your clothes. You should rest for a while!" Jia'ai quietly left the bed. When she returned with new underwear and pajama pants, Xiao Wei was already lying on his side, arms outstretched, legs spread apart, his body twisted into a spiral shape, fast asleep, breathing softly through his nostrils.

Jia'ai looked at her son's strange posture and couldn't help but chuckle, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

It seemed he was truly exhausted today. Although it was just a bit of a fuss, it was still the first time for this boy who was growing every day.

Yes, which man hasn't gone through this process of growth? And which man hasn't grown up with such experiences? Jia'ai stared blankly at her son, who was fast asleep on the bed, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Her son had finally grown up, truly grown up. His strong body, his large penis, and his insatiable lust all testified to this. Today, she had ultimately escaped this ordeal.

But the question was, after her lonely and empty heart had been ignited like dry tinder by her son tonight, could she escape again? Or rather, would she even have the will to escape again? And next time, with experience, would her son surrender so easily and let her go? Jia'ai didn't know, and dared not think any further. Tomorrow felt so unfamiliar, so uncertain to her.

The night deepened, the moonlight like water, softly illuminating the curtains swaying in the breeze, casting faint shadows.

Jia'ai sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a bitter laugh. Fate, how cruel!

She had toiled half her life, waiting patiently, finally seeing her son grow up. She had always thought she could finally let go of some of life's burdens like others and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, but unexpectedly, she was instantly entangled in this illicit affair, a tangled mess she couldn't unravel.

I can't help but recall a saying: Life is like a vast net with no end in sight, always ensnaring you without your knowledge. The more you struggle to escape, the tighter the net binds you, until finally you have no strength left to struggle and willingly fall...

[The End]

The July night and breeze are poetic, the evening scene picturesque. The scattered stars, like sparkling pearls, hang in the boundless sky, illuminating this beautiful city.

The clear river flows quietly beneath a row of willow trees. Beside the willows lies a newly built residential area. Tall, sturdy sycamore trees are scattered haphazardly throughout the area, with branches extending from their trunks beyond the boundaries of the complex. Beneath the dense foliage are rows of dilapidated houses and shacks built on vacant land.

Interspersed among the dappled shadows are buildings of varying heights, some brightly lit, some dimly lit.

Scattered streetlights cast a faint glow in the darkness, creating an atmosphere of profound tranquility.

Inside a dimly lit building, a middle-aged woman leaned against the window, her eyes gazing dreamily at the sky outside. A soft, delicate hand rested on her lower body, digging and probing back and forth. With each increasingly vigorous movement, her body trembled. Her long, black hair, loosely draped over her shoulders, danced and rippled with her movements, creating alluring waves.

Soon, the woman's beautiful body began to contort in a wanton manner.

With each wave of pleasure from masturbation, her body trembled even more violently. Her breasts, still tender and smooth from years of careful nurturing, bounced joyfully like two lively jade rabbits. Her lips grew drier, and soft, intermittent moans escaped from her throat from time to time, sounding particularly lewd and alluring in the tranquil darkness.

The beautiful woman couldn't remember when she started to crave this pleasure of masturbation, nor how long she had been indulging herself like this by the window every night. She only knew that since her husband's death, she had slept alone in the large bed every night, facing the empty house, feeling the loneliness and emptiness in her heart, and enduring the physical hunger and itching. That feeling was something those who hadn't experienced it could never understand.

She had already spent countless sleepless nights.

Inside the room, the beautiful woman was already slightly sweaty; the beads of sweat on her fair, full skin radiated a hot, translucent sheen, mingling with the constantly emanating fresh and pleasant perfume. Even she felt her own burning desire about to be ignited.

Beneath the milky-white silk, her skin, untouched by sunlight, remained as delicate and smooth as ever for decades. In the dim light of the room, it became even more alluring. Her full, rounded, and voluptuous buttocks, and her slender, straight legs, possessed a sexy and seductive beauty that no young girl could match—a mature woman's charm.

In this quiet, dimly lit room, the beautiful woman's movements grew increasingly wanton and seductive, perhaps trying to numb her lonely and resentful heart with burning desire. Stimulated by the surging, endless pleasure, the beautiful woman slightly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and gazed at the mirror by the window, suppressing her excited and eager breaths.

In the bright, smooth mirror, a voluptuous and beautiful woman breathed heavily. Beneath her long eyelashes, her beautiful face held a pair of passionate black eyes, engorged with a sweet excitement—a pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her entire being. This was the mature body of a woman immersed in wanton sex.

A gentle evening breeze stirred the curtains.

Outside, lights twinkled, the shadows of trees creating a dense yet eerie atmosphere. The night deepened, and a few scattered stars dotted the swan-like sky, casting a desolate glow against the backdrop of the few remaining lights.

Inside, the beautiful woman was oblivious to everything else. Her long, glossy black hair, cascading over her shoulders, made her flushed face, already flushed with excitement, even more alluring.

Her firm, full breasts swelled and stood erect, a sight that would make any man lose control. The woman gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror, then began to masturbate rapidly.

Looking again at the dimly lit, empty room, Jia'ai couldn't help but recall the days immediately following her husband's death. Her beloved son, Xiaowei, would often come to her side, tears streaming down his face.

Her son was still young then; perhaps he couldn't truly understand the pain of a son losing his father, or a wife losing her husband. He simply cried because someone was missing from the family. But he knew he had lost his father, and he knew why he was crying.

But wasn't her son's pain even greater than her own? Every time she saw her son crying pitifully beside her, Jia'ai felt a pang of sorrow. She couldn't help but hug him, burying his head in her braless nightgown. She

gently stroked his little head, but he just kept crying loudly, shaking his head against her breasts.

Jia'ai was agitated by her son's pleas, but no matter how she comforted and persuaded him, he wouldn't listen. Helpless, she could only unbutton the front of her nightgown and gently press her son's head against her bare breasts. Jia'ai fondly

recalled how her son had refused to wean when he was little, always clinging to her beautiful, full breasts, which filled her with shame.

The soft touch of his mother's breasts, and that nostalgic sweet taste, soon stopped Xiao Wei's crying.

Meanwhile, Jia Ai's pearly breasts were touched by her son's adorable hands, the soft peaks slowly deforming under his playful touch.

Her son opened his small mouth, sucking incessantly on her swollen breasts and the firm, strong nipple, as if trying to draw out milk. This increasingly aroused Jia Ai's maternal instincts, leaving her breathless.

On the other hand, Jia Ai felt a sweet excitement spreading throughout her body; the nipple, sucked by her son's tongue, hardened, and its pale pink gradually turned deep red.

Jia'ai closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying her son's sucking on her breasts. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and unconsciously, she slowly and gently inserted her fingers.

The moment her fingers, inserted into her tight black lace panties, touched her already quite wet and slippery labia, Jia'ai's body began to stir.

Unconsciously, a groan escaped her throat, and her whole body trembled. Suddenly, she lost her rationality, repeatedly inserting her fingers into her burning secret hole, stirring with the hot, sticky fluid... Whenever the lust subsided and she came to her senses, Jia'ai would feel deep remorse. She couldn't forgive herself, nor could she understand herself. She was already over middle-aged and a mother of a high school boy. Why would she repeatedly do such lewd and obscene things that were unbecoming of a mother? However, whenever her lust came, this sense of remorse was immediately and quickly washed away by the passion surging from the depths of her body.

Sweet memories and the pleasure of reality constantly guided Jia'ai to the peak of climax, as if in a dream, only to slowly fall back to reality, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The pleasure of reality made Jia'ai's heart burn more and more fiercely, and the movements of her hands became excitedly faster, rapidly grabbing and kneading her breasts with all her might, causing her whole body to tremble.

Her black lace panties, full of sweat and love fluid, exuded a wet and lewd smell, and slid down as Jia'ai twisted and turned.

Jia'ai scratched around her navel with her fingers, making her already excited body even more restless.

But she deliberately avoided the key areas, only slowly caressing the area around her panties. The thin fabric was soaked with hot liquid. Jia'ai was completely dominated by the fierce fire surging from deep within her body, constantly guiding her fingers into the burning interior of her lower body.

She knew that the more impatient she was, the shorter the pleasure would be. Therefore, before reaching orgasm, she had to suppress the pleasure no matter what, constantly torturing her body until she could no longer bear it, so that the desire would become even more intense.

The dark red panties were already soaked and clung to her skin, her garden below had a wanton crack, and the sensitive protrusion received the gentle stimulation from the panties, and then received the sweetest pleasure.

An increasingly intense pleasure surged through her mind, leaving her in a daze. A powerful desire for even deeper pleasure drove her to quickly insert her fingers into her panties, which were pressed tightly against her skin. As they passed through the curly pubic hair, she discovered the incredibly soft texture of her labia, moistened with sweat and vaginal fluid. Her body, filled with that pleasurable anticipation, began to... Trembling uncontrollably, she began to dig rapidly and violently. A moment later, her desire surged to its peak, and a gush of fluid spurted from her lips, sending shivers down Jia'ai's spine. Her mind raced, and she leaned weakly against the window wall, her turbulent emotions unable to calm down for a long time… “Knock, knock, knock,” a series of loud, short knocks sounded at an inopportune moment.

Her son's slightly annoyed voice came from outside: “Mom, what are you doing? Can you hurry up? We're going to be late! If you don't come out, I'm coming in.”

“Oh, okay, I'll be right out.”

Hearing her son's voice, Jia'ai snapped out of her daze and hurriedly replied in a flustered manner.

Tonight, she had booked a banquet at a luxury hotel in the city center to celebrate her son's admission to a prestigious university. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jia'ai's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sensual and moist, and her whole body was burning with desire, yet she still felt incredibly ashamed.

Although the brief but intense passion had almost exhausted her, leaving her weak and powerless, Jia'ai knew she couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, her son might impulsively rush in, and if her newly adult son saw her in such a filthy and depraved state, she feared she would have no choice but to jump off a building.

Jia'ai barely suppressed the lingering lust in her heart and hurriedly prepared to open the wardrobe to change her clothes. But at that moment, she discovered that her underwear was filthy and ruined by the gushing semen, making it unwearable. Sighing inwardly, she decided she couldn't worry about that now. Without changing her underwear, Jia'ai opened the wardrobe and put on the dress she had prepared a month ago. The silky, sheer dress perfectly showcased the beautiful curves of her full breasts and buttocks, making even herself marvel at how sexy and alluring her body was.

The lights dimmed, and the city lights began to twinkle.

In a penthouse suite on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the city center, Jia'ai and Xiao Wei sat facing each other.

The hotel was brightly lit and dazzling; outside, the city bustled with traffic; the city under the night sky appeared exceptionally lively, a scene of prosperity everywhere.

Gazing at Xiao Wei sitting in front of her, Jia Ai felt a surge of joy. Tonight, her son was dressed in a black suit, a far cry from his usual student image, appearing tall, upright, mature, and composed.

Jia'ai picked up her crystal-clear glass and held it up to her son, saying sweetly, "My dear son, I know you've suffered a lot these past few years. It's been so hard for you. Thankfully, things are finally looking up. Come on, son, congratulations!"

Xiao Wei also raised his glass, clinking it against his mother's with a "clink," and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mom. You've been the one who's suffered the most all these years." "It should be my son thanking you."

Hearing her son's emotional words, Jia'ai knew what he meant. Remembering the emptiness and loneliness of her widowhood over the years, the hardships of life, and the worries and anxieties she had endured for her son's upbringing, a wave of heartache washed over her. Hearing her son, whom she had raised with such care, so understanding, moved her to tears.

However, Jia'ai immediately remembered that today was a happy day for her and her son, and she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere with those painful memories.

She quickly held back her tears, gave her son a knowing smile, brought the glass to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp. The clear liquid slowly flowed down her throat, the sweet aroma of alcohol comfortably filling her body. All the hardships of the past now felt like endless happiness.

"You've really grown up, into a big young man,"

Jia'ai said with a mixture of affection and emotion after finishing her drink.

Hearing his mother's heartfelt words, Xiao Wei was also filled with thoughts. He recalled the countless times he had been bullied and mistreated by classmates and neighbors when he was young, enduring humiliation and resentment in silence, hoping only to grow up quickly and spread his wings and fly high.

Now, this day has finally arrived. The thought of university life, soon to come—the first step in his journey of soaring high—fills his eyes with a dreamlike glow, revealing boundless longing and anticipation.

Seeing her son's yearning gaze and resolute eyes, Jia'ai was overjoyed and couldn't help but praise him again: "My son is not only a young man now, but a handsome young man! Tsk, tsk, look how charming he is!"

It was the first time Xiao Wei had heard his mother praise him as a man rather than a child. A slight difference made him feel a little shy, but mostly joyful.

He slowly turned his head, gazing intently at the beautiful woman before him for the first time.

Wearing a light blue evening gown, she exuded elegance and grace. The soft, smooth silk fabric clung tightly to her mature, voluptuous body, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her snow-white skin shone brilliantly under the lights, captivating and mesmerizing. He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman, mesmerized, for a long while before exclaiming in amazement,

"Mom, you're so beautiful! It's true! Of all the mothers in the world, you're the most beautiful!"

Receiving her son's praise filled Jia'ai with immense pride! For Jia'ai at that moment, her son's compliment was undoubtedly the happiest thing in the world.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your mother! How dare you joke about an old woman like me, you shameless son!"

Jia'ai scolded deliberately with a stern face, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

Seemingly sensing that her son was looking at her as if she were a beautiful lover, Jia'ai's body involuntarily heated up, a wave of heat washing over her.

The tight-fitting dress clung completely to her skin, showcasing her full, curvaceous figure.

She even felt her breasts, like ripe watermelons, about to burst open, while her dress concealed her soft, curving breasts. This sensual sight was fully displayed in her puberty-struck son's eyes, reigniting his previously interrupted desires, his face flushed with excited lust.

Jia'ai felt her body drenched in sweat, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her. Even sitting was painful. To calm her racing heart, Jia'ai finished her drink.

Soon, her mind became hazy, as if shrouded in a pinkish glow, and she felt disoriented and sleepy.

At this moment, everything became joyful as long as she was with her son. Jia'ai unknowingly became intoxicated by the wine, gazing blankly at Xiao Wei.

The mother and son stared intently at each other under the dazzling lights, unable to come back to their senses for a long time… Night, like a vast black curtain, finally slowly descended, enveloping the entire earth.

It was as if telling everyone that the day's spectacular drama had come to an end, and now it was time for a short rest, awaiting the start of tomorrow's grand spectacle.

Jia'ai and Xiao Wei walked out of the hotel, arm in arm, into the night, the unique warmth of summer filling the entire city.

Joy and intoxication made Jia'ai unusually excited. Most of her body leaned limply against Xiao Wei's arm, her soft, flushed flesh, stimulated by alcohol

, pressed tightly against her son's skin. Xiao Wei had also drunk quite a bit; his head was buzzing, and he felt dizzy and disoriented as he walked.

Being pressed against his mother's soft, hot body was like touching a smooth, tender lump of dough—indescribably comfortable. His desire flared even more, and his body became hot and dry. He gently wrapped his arms around his mother's body, rubbing and twisting incessantly.

The two of them nestled together like a young couple.

In their intoxicating embrace, Xiao Wei's thick arms brushed against Jia Ai's breasts several times, sometimes even pressing lightly against them. Though these were merely fleeting touches, they stirred ripples in both of their hearts.

Jia Ai felt herself melting into this enchanting and passionate summer night.

A few wisps of breeze gently caressed her warm forehead, the refreshing wind making Jia'ai feel relaxed and clear-headed. She regained some of her senses, but was immediately shocked to find herself almost completely pressed against her son's body. Her high, soft breasts were squeezed tightly against his strong, muscular arms, the rather full flesh even deformed from the pressure. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she quickly used all her remaining strength to lean to the side, moving slightly away from her son.

She realized she had truly drunk too much; she should hurry home and rest.

Jia'ai thought to herself, but then she remembered her dark and cold bedroom and the lonely bed inside, and her mood immediately soured.

Turning to look at her daughter, Aiko, who was practically entwined with her, she finally changed her mind.

The summer night was long, the moon inviting, and it was a rare moment of peace to spend alone with Aiko. Why not linger a little longer?

With that thought, she gently took Xiaowei's arm and whispered in his ear, "Mommy seems a little drunk. Is it alright if I hold your arm for a bit?" "W-Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Xiaowei's face flushed, and he stammered, somewhat flustered.

"Good son! Didn't you just say that Mommy is very beautiful? On this beautiful night, wouldn't it be romantic for your beautiful mother to take a leisurely stroll with you?" "Oh, is that so? Okay then, son will accompany Mommy for another walk. Where

shall we go for a walk? On this road?" Xiaowei was clearly moved by Jia'ai's words, his hazy, dreamy eyes narrowing as he spoke with a hint of longing. "

Let's go to the riverbank. The scenery there is beautiful, and it's more refreshing."

The night was getting deeper, and there were significantly fewer pedestrians on the road. The summer night finally welcomed its quiet and peaceful beauty at this moment.

The entire city seemed to sleep under the gentle caress of the goddess of night, everything so peaceful and serene. Only the gentle flow of the river, as it had for centuries, carried the city's countless loves and hates, flowing slowly forward.

The bright moonlight shone softly on the water, reflecting the moon's image on the ripples, a scene as poetic as a painting.

Not far away, an arched bridge spanned the river, its colorful lights constantly changing colors, like a magnificent rainbow. Thousands of lights hung in the river, rippling gently with the water, flowing endlessly.

A gentle summer breeze drifted from the river, carrying the faint fragrance of willows along the bank. It wafted about, brushing against the bare skin of passersby, giving a cool and moist feeling.

Jia'ai seemed unusually captivated.

Lost in thought about the past, she leaned against Xiao Wei as they walked slowly along the cobblestone path by the river.

The past was like smoke, time leaving no trace. Jia'ai felt that the decades had passed like shooting stars, flashing past her eyes in an instant, vanishing without a trace, never to be found again.

I, too, once had a time of youthful ignorance, like countless other girls, carefree and innocent; I, too, once had a poetic youth, graceful and charming, with dreams of love and deep sisterhood; I, too, once experienced the shyness and nervousness of first love, and the heartbreak and indignation of breakups; I, too, once felt the joy and happiness of reuniting with my classmates, and the sorrow and longing of parting with them; I, too, once felt the sweetness of entering marriage, and the pain of saying goodbye to my husband; I, too, once felt the happiness of having children, and the hardship of raising them alone; now, decades have passed like the river flowing slowly beside the bluestone path, never to return.

Her first love has faded into the distance, her former lover is nowhere to be found; the joys of her childhood have vanished like smoke, her former classmates are scattered in all directions; and the church where she and her husband once walked hand in hand has seen countless people come and go over the decades, long forgotten about her and her deceased husband

, the once newlyweds. So many old memories and events now seem ethereal and elusive, leaving only scattered and blurry figures in her memory.

And the only one who remains by her side, real and tangible, is this increasingly robust young man she is currently holding hands with.

This boy was her son, whom she had raised and nurtured with immense hardship and youth over the years. Now, she could finally lean on him.

But her son, whom she had so painstakingly raised, was now grown up and, in a few months, would leave her, spread his wings, and fly away. When he achieved success and returned home, where would he settle? How long could she lean on these broad, strong shoulders? A child grows up and is no longer under his mother's control; a fledgling must eventually fly alone—this is an eternal truth.

She was his most beloved relative, his mother; how could she, for her own selfish desires, bind her son's wings? "Fly as you please, as long as you're happy. Wherever you want to go, Mom will make sure you're healthy and strong, and send you soaring high," Jia'ai silently decided.

Thinking this, Jia'ai glanced sideways at her son nestled close to her body. She felt as if all the hardships and bitterness of the past years had vanished with the wind, leaving only happiness and joy. She truly wished time could stand still at this moment, never to move forward again.

As Jia'ai was enjoying the peaceful summer night, Xiao Wei suddenly staggered and leaned against her like a patient. Jia'ai was startled and extremely worried, but she had to support him and prevent him from falling. She knew her son was no longer a child, and if he fell on the road, she wouldn't have the strength to lift him up.

"What's wrong? Xiaowei, what happened? Are you feeling unwell? Are you alright?" Jia'ai felt a wave of shame wash over her. She inwardly scolded herself for being so careless as a mother. After getting drunk, she only cared about enjoying herself and didn't realize that her son had been dazed and unsteady from the beginning, and was already quite drunk! She suddenly remembered that Xiaowei seemed to have drunk quite a lot of alcohol at the hotel.

Jia'ai hurriedly helped Xiaowei to the side of the road, slowly moving her son against a lamppost. She supported him with her left arm and waved wildly at the cars speeding by, jumping and bouncing along with her movements, hoping to attract a driver's attention and get a taxi.

But it was late, and there were far fewer cars. The few that did pass by were all occupied. Drivers spent their days stuck in traffic and running red lights, their cars spending more time parked than on the road – they were incredibly frustrated! It was nearly midnight, and with no one around, they were finally able to drive smoothly and quickly. They were focused solely on moving forward, oblivious to the pedestrians on the roadside.

When they saw Jia'ai, who was waving frantically at them like an ant on a hot plate, they sped past as if she were air, leaving only the whooshing sound of the wind whipped up by the car.

Jia'ai waved more and more frantically, but the drivers treated her like she didn't exist, not even bothering to look her in the eye or blink, only focused on driving forward.

Time flew by as cars sped along the road. Jia'ai had lost track of how long she and her son had been waiting. Seeing her son's complexion worsen, his skin gradually turning from a dark red to a pale one, she was truly worried, a hint of fear creeping in.

Her son had never drunk alcohol before, and today, in his excitement, he had consumed so much. Jia'ai wondered if there would be any serious consequences.

Seeing the dwindling traffic, she became increasingly enraged and, fueled by alcohol, reverted to her old self—the shrewish woman she used to be when arguing with her neighbors as a widow. She launched into a tirade of insults at their car's rear end. Forgetting all about basic genetics, a torrent of vulgarities spilled from her lips: "You bunch of blind, bastards! You're all sow-born bastards! You're all animals crawling out of pigsties! Your parents raised you on cow dung, and you've stuffed your consciences back into your donkeys' asses! You blind bastards, can't you see your mother?" " You should see your old mother lying here unconscious, right?

These heartless bastards, sooner or later their female offspring will all be born without an anus, and their male offspring will all be born without a penis, they'll all make my lineage end."

After a burst of cursing and shouting, Jia Ai felt much better, but no matter how much she cursed, the problem remained unsolved. At this moment, she couldn't help but regret it. She thought that her family was not what it used to be, and they were now quite well-off. They had some spare money and should have bought a car long ago. She had thought about it several times in the past two years, but when the time came, she always thought that learning to drive was too much trouble, so she kept putting it off and in the end, it just never happened.

Now that things are urgent, she suddenly realized the advantages of owning a car. If she were driving, she wouldn't be stuck in traffic and getting so frustrated. She

secretly resolved to learn to drive after tonight and buy a car once she was done.

But that's a matter for the future; a distant solution can't quench an immediate thirst, especially since she hadn't even found the water yet.

What should she do now? Jia'ai's head started to ache again. Suddenly, an idea flashed into her mind: money! The ancients said that money makes the world go round; in modern times, with money, why worry about not being able to hail a taxi? Thinking of this, she hurriedly reached into her pocket and rummaged around for a while, quickly pulling out a handful of red bills. These were the leftovers from paying the hotel bill earlier. At that time, she was dizzy and forgot to put them back in her purse, just stuffing them into her pocket. She didn't expect them to come in handy now.

Jia'ai waved a large handful of bills around on the side of the road, swaying unsteadily from side to side. Coupled with Xiao Wei, who was already slumped under the streetlight next to her, the scene looked like a pair of lunatics running away in the middle of the night.

But fortunately, the ancients were right. Jia'ai didn't know if money could make the devil turn the millstone, but tonight she finally knew that money really could make people turn the millstone.

Driven by their lust for the red bills, drivers on the road could no longer ignore the presence of Jia'ai and her son. They slowed down, staring wide-eyed at the drunk woman and the red bills in her hand, clearly struggling with whether to stop and check. They hesitated, then slowly drove away without lingering.

Ultimately, fear overwhelmed their desire. They didn't believe a windfall would fall from the sky and land right on their heads; even if it did, it was likely a trap—a beautiful but dangerous one.

After much hesitation and struggle, most chose to give up, preferring not to take the easy way out rather than risk such a great deal.

Fortunately, Jia'ai didn't have to wait long. After three taxis passed by, a bold driver finally stopped beside her. Jia'ai didn't even have time to talk to him. She stuffed all the money in her hand into the driver's hand and asked him to help her lift Xiao Wei, who was slumped on the ground, into the car. Then Jia'ai told the driver that she only had one request: hurry! The taxi sped along the wide road. Sitting in the car, Jia'ai looked at her son's pale face, who was sleeping on the back seat. She felt a pang of heartache. The car seemed to be crawling, constantly urging the driver in front to hurry up.

She suddenly felt that the journey home was so far away, as if it were on the horizon.

When they finally arrived home, Xiao Wei was already unconscious, his body limp against Jia Ai. Jia Ai used all her strength to support her son, pulling and dragging him into her bedroom. Before she could even catch her breath, Xiao Wei collapsed onto Jia Ai's bed, rolled twice, and then stopped moving.

Jia'ai took off Xiao Wei's suit jacket, loosened his tie and shirt, and finally unbuckled his belt to pull his trousers down to his ankles.

At this moment, Xiao Wei, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and underwear, suddenly groaned in pain: "Mom, I'm so thirsty, give me water, quick, I want to drink water."

Jia'ai was startled by this sudden statement. She hadn't expected her son to be able to wake up. Looking at her son's face, which had regained some color, she was surprised but also relieved. It seemed that her son was not in serious condition.

Thinking this, she hurriedly went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and brought it to the room. She tried to feed her son, but Xiao Wei tried to lift his head, only managing halfway before collapsing back down and coughing on the bed.

Jia Ai looked at her son on the bed, his face flushed, his lips dry, and his cheeks red as if he had a fever. He tried to sit up to drink the water but couldn't. A wave of pity and self-reproach washed over her. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't bear to see her son suffer. Excitedly, she put the water in her own mouth, then aimed it at her son's mouth, slowly lowered her face, and tremblingly pressed her lips, which were filled with warm water, to her son's lips.

"Mmm, mmm."

The moment their lips touched, they stiffened instantly. Xiao Wei was startled and opened his eyes abruptly, only to find the lips pressed against his were soft and moist, like jade.

Xiao Wei's eyes were closed as if in a trance, and he made intermittent "uh, uh" sounds in his throat, as if he were drinking nectar and constantly sucking the water flowing from his mother's mouth.

Jia'ai regretted her impulsive actions, but the warm breath, slightly scented with alcohol, emanating from her son's throat and nostrils kept consuming her, stirring a surge of heat within her. She pretended not to notice and let her son kiss her passionately. After a long while, their lips reluctantly parted, a trail of saliva lingering between them.

They both slightly raised their heads, their eyes meeting. Jia'ai felt a surge of panic and shyness, unsure what to do as she looked down.

A silence fell over the room, an awkward atmosphere gradually spreading. Faced with their transgression, neither of them knew how to react.

The silence was bound to be broken. After a while, Jia'ai seemed to have been touched by something. She slowly raised her head and looked up at her son, asking with a hint of shyness and mischief, "How did it feel just now? Weren't Mommy's lips sweet?" Xiao Wei nodded deeply, looking up at her son with longing in his eyes, and said, "Mommy, it felt so good just now. Do it again, please, do it again."

Hearing her son's pleading request, Jia'ai became confused. A kiss between mother and son was clearly against morality.

However, looking at her son's longing expression and his flushed, determined face, perhaps also influenced by the alcohol, her rationality finally numbed her, and she succumbed to her son's unreasonable request.

She said tremblingly, "Mom can promise you, but only this once."

If her son had been in critical condition and needed her to save him, would she still have so many reservations? Just think of it as giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. If she didn't consciously think about it, she wouldn't have so many burdens.

Jia'ai comforted herself, forcibly suppressing her anxiety. She picked up the cup, slightly parted her lips, and took a sip of warm water. Xiao Wei eagerly opened his mouth, waiting for his mother. Jia'ai shyly closed her eyes, brought her lips to Xiao Wei's, and kissed her son's lips again.

"Mmm, mmm."

Feeling her son's hot, dry lips pressed tightly against her own, Jia'ai felt a fever rise throughout her body. She felt incredibly hot, and even felt sweat slowly seeping from her snow-white skin, which was tightly wrapped in her clothes. A surge of excitement welled up inside her, and she responded even more fully to Xiao Wei's kiss, pressing her lips completely together in a passionate, fiery kiss.

After a breathtaking kiss, Jia'ai finally managed to pour the warm water she was holding in her mouth, along with her saliva, into Xiao Wei's mouth. Xiao Wei drank the warm water mixed with saliva with relish, finding the warm water flowing from his mother's mouth incredibly sweet.

At this moment, Jia'ai was already bursting with lust. Her slightly disheveled hair was tilted back, her alluring body straightened, and her two fair arms wrapped tightly around her son, holding him against her hot, high chest.

The handsome and strong young man before her was her son, her real son. Stimulated by alcohol and lust, Jia'ai was somewhat out of her mind.

When Jia'ai held Xiao Wei's head tightly against her full chest, the skin against hers felt soft and gentle, like resting on a sponge—extremely comfortable. He excitedly pressed his face close to hers. Even though he was about to enter university, Xiao Wei still clung to his mother like an infant, constantly squirming and wriggling.

Jia'ai couldn't help but recall when her son was little, when she and her husband wanted him to sleep in a separate bed to foster his independence. She remembered how he cried and fussed, insisting on sleeping with her and suckling at her breast.

Back then, he was so infatuated with her, as if she were his everything. He even went two days without eating anything because of it.

And now, the little boy who was infatuated with her has returned, and he has given her even greater passion.

Thinking of this, Jia'ai's heart raced, her breathing quickened, and her beautiful body trembled. Perhaps sensing Jia'ai's emotions, Xiao Wei, who had been pressing his head tightly against her chest, slowly raised his head, gazing intently at her face. He swallowed hard and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mom, Mom, my dear Mom, let me sleep with you tonight?" Sleeping in the same bed with her adult son at night was tantamount to sharing a pillow, which almost implied incest.

Although Jia'ai was already somewhat drunk and infatuated, the immense pressure of social ethics still pushed her to instinctively refuse this unreasonable request almost without thinking. However, just as she was about to say the words of refusal, she saw her son's pitiful expression full of longing, and Jia'ai couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Looking into her son's pleading eyes, Jia'ai's memories flowed like a river. She recalled a time when her son was little, and he saw a neighbor's child playing with an electric car. He thought it was novel and fun, so he begged the little boy to lend him the car for a while. But the little boy had just gotten the car and was very excited about it, so he refused. He begged for a long time but didn't get to play with the car. Instead, he annoyed the little boy so much that he said, "My dad bought this for me. Why should I let you play with it? If you want to play, why don't you go ask your deadbeat old man to buy it for you?"

The little boy knew that her son didn't have a father. He may have just wanted to get rid of her annoying son, but he deeply hurt her son's heart.

Her son ran back crying, begging her to buy him a bigger one. Although he didn't explain why, Jia'ai knew he wanted to spite the other boy. Only Jia'ai knew his true motive: his wounded pride, the fragile pride of a young child.

Even knowing the whole story, even after her son threw a tantrum, crying and begging for a week, Jia'ai still didn't agree. She didn't buy him the bigger one, nor the smaller one.

The reason was simple: she was struggling to support her family at that time; she didn't have spare money for him to squander! After crying and fussing for several days, the son finally gave up, knowing his mother would never agree. So he never mentioned it again. But the day he begged Jia'ai for the last time, and the day Jia'ai rejected him for the last time, the pleading, heartbroken, aggrieved, and desperate look in his eyes pierced Jia'ai's heart like a bone thorn, and it still often appears before her eyes.

The direct result of that incident was that the son never spoke to that neighbor again, and from then on rarely interacted with others, becoming taciturn.

Fortunately, over the years, as he grew older, the son became much more cheerful.

In fact, Jia'ai knew that her son had suffered far more than just that one incident during his childhood. Because he had no father at a young age and his family was poor, he always wore old clothes, ate salty food, and used tattered items that others looked down upon. As a result, he suffered a lot of scorn from his classmates at school and was often bullied by others outside. But he always endured it silently, keeping all his grievances to himself and almost never revealing his feelings to others. Only in front of her would he occasionally show his inner emotions, and only with her could he find a little support and comfort.

Now, looking at her son's pleading eyes again, Jia'ai felt a pang of heartache.

Slowly leaning down, Jia'ai looked lovingly at her son. She gently stroked his dark, shiny hair with one hand. After a long while, as if having made up her mind, she sighed softly in his ear and whispered tenderly, "My good son, Mommy agrees, but you must remember, only this one night, the only one."

Saying this, Jia'ai gently removed Xiao Wei's arms from around her waist and slowly stood up.

If she slept in this dress, it would be wrinkled by the next morning.

Under her son's wide, open gaze, Jia'ai shyly reached behind her back, picked up the zipper of her dress, and with a soft "whoosh," pulled it open from the back, creating a slit. She then slowly pulled the dress down.

The dress slid gracefully to her feet, revealing a large expanse of Jia'ai's snow-white skin and alluring lingerie.

One could hear Xiao Wei swallowing hard when he saw Jia'ai wearing only a dark red bra, and his gaze lingered there, as if he were licking every inch of her body. Seeing the restrained urge in her son, like a wolf encountering its prey, Jia'ai felt confused and afraid, her heart trembling.

A mother, exposing her fair and delicate body, letting her son, soon to be a college student, sleep beside her—this is undoubtedly a dangerous thing.

One wrong step could lead to a grave sin.

Was it too hasty of me to act so recklessly out of momentary weakness? No, it's precisely because I care too much that I'm so suspicious and uneasy. Xiaowei shouldn't do something so indecent.

Jia'ai forcefully banished the thought that might lead to terrible mistakes, then smiled at Xiao Wei, deliberately feigning nonchalance. She lifted her legs one at a time, pulling the dress that had slipped to her feet off her thighs and tossing it aside. Her round, firm buttocks, barely covered by her lace-trimmed panties, were exposed to the silent air.

Jia'ai didn't try to hide the bulge in her thighs that her son was staring at; instead, she avoided the water spilled on the sheets and picked up a towel, lying down next to Xiao Wei.

"Oh, Mom, my beautiful mom, your son loves you so much,"

Xiao Wei murmured, somewhat dazed.

Jia'ai hurriedly touched Xiao Wei's head, her hands trembling slightly as she asked, "Feeling better? Are you alright now?"

Then she stroked Xiao Wei's short hair, and Xiao Wei shook his head slightly. Jia'ai, feeling somewhat relieved, was nearly startled when Xiao Wei's hands, which had somehow somehow slipped inside her chest and were now playing with her breasts.

Xiao Wei, oblivious to Jia'ai's panic, was already burning with desire at the sight of his mother's soft, smooth flesh. He only wanted to ravage that full, slippery body more forcefully, so he pressed himself even closer to her.

Seeing Jia'ai startled by his bold move, he gasped for breath and pleaded urgently, "My beautiful mother, please, let me touch your breasts, let me touch your soft breasts again."

Jia'ai was now terrified; she hadn't expected her son's lust to burn so fiercely, almost as if it were consuming her. But she had no time to think about it now; she was already... Feeling the man's burning heat and intense desire, she quickly arched her back, bracing herself against the bed with her hands, trying to move away from her son. At the same time, she shouted to him, "No, Xiaowei, you can't do this to Mommy! Let go, ah!"

But Xiaowei was already pressing her down; she had no strength to move even an inch.

Xiaowei's hands touched her breasts, then gripped them tightly, along with her lace bra.

"Ah, ah, these are breasts, Mommy's breasts,"

Xiaowei murmured, kneading her breasts roughly.

Jia'ai was startled by his wild actions, but her son's fascination with her body also subtly excited her. Perhaps he was just seeking a sense of security by touching her breasts, Jia'ai reassured herself.

At the same time, the itchy sensation emanating from her breasts was genuinely stimulating her nerves, gradually transforming into waves of pleasure that began to wash over Jia'ai's entire body.

Although Jia'ai was also overwhelmed by lust, feeling almost ecstatic and completely satisfied, reason told her that they were mother and son, and she absolutely could not succumb to the temptation of her body. So she grabbed Xiao Wei's hand, stopping him from fondling her full breasts, and said breathlessly to the boy, "Stop for a moment, Xiao Wei, stop for a moment, Mom has something to tell you."

But

the boy was like a wild horse that had been unleashed, unable to control his thoughts any longer. His hands continued to fondle her breasts, and he whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love your breasts so much. I promise, I'll only touch your breasts, I will never touch anywhere else."

These words reminded Jia'ai again that she was being caressed by her own son.

One wrong step and she would be plunged into a terrible incestuous relationship.

This vigilance made Jia'ai tremble with guilt.

But this fear also made her female organs even more aroused.

Clearly, her nipples were already shyly protruding under her bra. If they were touched by lips... Jia'ai had just thought of this when her despicable son seemed to see through her fear. He suddenly reached into her bra, and her sensitive, beautiful breasts were enveloped by his hand, which directly kneaded the curved mounds of flesh. The sweet pain immediately dominated Jia'ai's senses.

A last shred of reason told Jia'ai that she was about to be violated by her own son, and that being incestuous with her son was even worse than being raped. She had to stop him immediately.

"Stop! Son, we can't do this! Please, son, I'm your mother!" Her weak pleas couldn't sway Xiao Wei, who was consumed by lust. Jia'ai's body, as if under anesthesia, was finally stripped of her expensive bra.

The tips of her beautiful, pearly nipples, pitifully pink, were revealed.

Xiao Wei swallowed hard, then used his hot lips to bite Jia'ai's exposed, trembling nipple, which she was shyly nibbling at.

A numbing pleasure rippled through her skin, and Jia'ai couldn't help

but let out a scream-like moan. This seemed to be an instinctive response, arousing Jia'ai's sexual desire.

Xiao Wei made soft, muffled sounds as he began sucking on her easily aroused nipples. The pitiful little nipples, played with by her son's lips and tongue, swelled several times their normal size in the hot saliva.

Xiao Wei's teeth gently bit Jia'ai's soft, firm nipples, while Jia'ai, already overwhelmed by desire, uncontrollably gasped for breath, "Ah, ah, ah, ah," sounds escaping her lips intermittently. Like hot lava, her love juice flowed from her hidden private parts, soaking her panties.

Her breasts were being kneaded and her nipples sucked by her grown-up son's fingers, causing her to moan with pleasure.

Xiao Wei pressed his waist against Jia Ai's, passionately calling out, "Mommy, you're so beautiful, my beautiful mommy, I want to knead you and play with you to my heart's content, oh, mommy, mommy."

Even drunk, Jia Ai could still feel the surge of male desire emanating from the base of her thighs. Stimulated by her son's lewd words, her whole body trembled.

However, the fear of incest outweighed the physical pleasure. As Jia Ai regained some sobriety, she tried to escape from Xiao Wei, desperately twisting her body.

However, this writhing only caused Jia'ai's full, smooth thighs to rub against Xiaowei's genitals in his underwear, further arousing Xiaowei's desire. He shook his body more vigorously, rubbing and kneading his mother's soft body.

At the same time, he made incoherent moans like a wild beast, "Oh, ya, yeah, ah," mixed with indistinct whimpers from deep within his clenched teeth, making the atmosphere in the room even more lewd.

Suddenly, Jia'ai, already immersed in a state of confusion and passion, sensed her son's sudden change and immediately realized what the man on top of her was about to do. She immediately hugged her son tightly, whose body had already stiffened.

The son's body trembled violently, his mind felt like it was about to take flight, his desire swelled to its peak, and intense pleasure burst forth from his penis. He could no longer control himself, and streams of semen gushed out like machine gun fire… After a long while, Xiaowei felt his body fall back to the ground, then suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Jia'ai's body, panting weakly, unable to move.

Jia'ai lay on the bed, tightly embracing her son's body. Having enjoyed the passion, she also let out a long breath, feeling a sense of relief, and sighed inwardly, finally escaping the horrific incestuous act.

The momentary passion finally vanished, like a fleeting dream, leaving no trace.

Xiao Wei, regaining his senses, couldn't comprehend what had happened in those few seconds. He only knew that he had been almost entirely driven by instinct, committing such a sordid act.

Xiao Wei dared not look at his mother's face, his head bowed. He leaned close to Jia Ai's ear, his voice weak and filled with fear and guilt, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not human. Scold me, or even hit me."

Facing Xiao Wei's almost tearful apology, Jia Ai felt a wave of confusion. She didn't know how to face her son, how to face herself, or how to face her husband who had passed away years ago.

Blaming her son for his recklessness seemed pointless, and besides, she knew today's events weren't entirely his fault; hadn't she also indulged herself under the influence of alcohol? Reflecting on right and wrong seemed too late now.

Whatever happened, the past was past, and nothing could change it. So what about the future? Jia'ai didn't know, at least not now, and she didn't have the heart to think about it. Xiao Wei was still lying beside Jia'ai, constantly blaming himself, which made Jia'ai's heart ache.

Sigh, what a hateful yet pitiful child.

Jia'ai forced herself to calm her troubled emotions, gently patted her son's head, and softly comforted him, "It's alright, it's alright, Xiaowei, don't blame yourself anymore. Mom doesn't blame you for this. It's okay, go to sleep peacefully!" While comforting her son, Jia'ai reached down to his lower body and secretly pulled his semen-soaked underwear off his feet.

Xiaowei seemed to understand Jia'ai's actions. His lower body was naked, and he lay motionless like a baby having his diaper changed. His dark brown glans gradually lost its virility and became filled with white semen.

Unbeknownst to him, pubic hair had grown on Xiaowei's genitals.

Jia'ai used the towel beside the bed to wipe her still semi-erect, large penis.

The pungent smell of male semen made the mature woman's blood boil.

Jia'ai barely managed to suppress the dizziness brought on by the smell and gently said to Xiao Wei, "I'll go change your clothes. You should rest for a while!" Jia'ai quietly left the bed. When she returned with new underwear and pajama pants, Xiao Wei was already lying on his side, arms outstretched, legs spread apart, his body twisted into a spiral shape, fast asleep, breathing softly from his nostrils.

Jia'ai looked at her son's strange posture and couldn't help but find it amusing, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

He seemed truly exhausted today. Although it was just a pointless frenzy, it was still the first time for this boy who was growing every day.

Yes, what man hasn't gone through this process of growth? And what man hasn't grown up with such experiences? Jia Ai stared blankly at her son, who was fast asleep on the bed, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Her son had finally grown up, truly grown up. His strong body, his large penis, and his boundless desire all testified to this. Today, she had ultimately escaped this ordeal.

But the question was, after her lonely and empty heart had been ignited tonight by her son like dry tinder, could she escape again? Or rather, did she even have the will to escape again? Will her son, now with experience, surrender so easily next time and let her go? Jia'ai didn't know, and dared not think further. Tomorrow felt so unfamiliar, so uncertain to her.

The night deepened, the moonlight like water, softly illuminating the curtains swaying in the breeze, casting faint shadows.

Jia'ai sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a bitter laugh. Fate, how cruel!

She had toiled half her life, waiting patiently, finally seeing her son grow up. She had always thought she could finally let go of some of life's burdens like others and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, but unexpectedly, she was instantly entangled in this illicit affair, a tangled mess she couldn't untangle.

This reminds me of a saying: Life is like a vast net with no end in sight, always ensnaring you without your knowledge. The more you struggle to escape, the tighter the net binds you, until finally you have no strength left to struggle and willingly fall into its depths…

[The End]

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