lewd mother

My mother is almost 36 years old. The saying "thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" is absolutely true. In recent years, her libido has grown stronger, so strong that even the slightest stimulation can ignite a burning desire within her, making it difficult to control herself. My husband is often away on business trips and frequently seeks a mistress; there are many men around him. However, traditional Chinese morality has prevented me from taking that dangerous step. Whenever my libido rises, I can only suppress it deeply within my heart. But my temper is becoming increasingly volatile; people at work are afraid of me, my colleagues dare not speak to me, and I feel even more lonely and helpless.

I work as a financial accountant at a telecommunications company; the work isn't too busy. Every day I wear old-fashioned clothes and have a blank face at work. Besides processing invoices for my colleagues, there's not much else to do. At this time, I usually go online. Chatting on OICQ has become my main pastime. On that platform, I rediscovered the feeling of being a beautiful woman 10 years ago; countless male netizens greeted me eagerly, desperately trying to impress me. But I never met any of my online friends in person because online I'm like an innocent 18-year-old girl. I'm really afraid of what might happen if those young men knew I'm almost 40.

Two months ago, the company gave each employee a computer with free internet access. So, after cooking for my 18-year-old son at home, going online became my favorite thing to do.

One day, I met a netizen with a very unique name—the kind that immediately evokes arousal. He secretly sent me a message: "Are you happy with your sex life?"

Curiosity led me to secretly open another window and go to "Entertainment Space." There, I discovered the address I'd been searching for to release my sexual desires. When the explicit erotic literature revealed that lustful desire, my lower body felt like it was on fire; my uterus contracted, my vagina spasmed, and my underwear quickly became wet. Looking at the obscene content, I masturbated repeatedly, bringing myself to orgasm with each spasm. That night, I didn't log off until my son came home from evening self-study. I dragged my exhausted legs to bed, my mind still replaying the story from earlier, my fingers continuing to guide my fantasies.

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

That evening, after work, I hid in my room, undressed, and looked closely at the young woman in the mirror. Although almost forty, her figure was still like a young girl's, but with a maturity beyond that. Her skin was as white as jade, her breasts proud and full, though slightly sagging, they gave a sense of weight and allure. And her dark pubic hair was incredibly seductive. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.

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

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

When I stood in front of the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. I looked at myself in the mirror with half-closed eyes, trying my best to seduce myself with a provocative expression. My lower body quickly became wet again. I caressed my proud breasts with my hands, my hands slowly sliding down. I took off my underwear, turned on the computer, entered "Entertainment Space," and opened one erotic article after another. When I saw so many articles about mothers and sons committing incest, I masturbated while fantasizing about my son's face. I followed the plot with my fantasies.

Oh my god! What's wrong with me? My child is only 18 years old. He's just a high school student, still developing, but still a teenager. I continued my fantasies, my nimble fingers stirring, taking me to heaven again and again.

When I reached my climax, I even called out my son's name. I stood in front of the mirror again, looking at the disheveled, dazed-eyed woman reflected there. I couldn't resist the urge again. God! What a wanton woman I am! Time flew by, and before I knew it, my son was home. I quickly tidied my hair and hurriedly shut down the computer.

Opening his bedroom door, I saw him sitting obediently at his desk, reading. I felt incredibly ashamed. "Xiaowen, is your homework important?"

My son didn't even look up. "Nothing, it's very simple."

I walked behind him, put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly felt a masculine sensation, like an electric shock. My son was developing, his height increasing rapidly. I involuntarily let out a soft "uh." My son turned around and looked at me, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Looking into my son's innocent eyes, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt. "Nothing, Mom is just happy to see you studying hard."

My son looked me up and down in surprise. Meeting his gaze, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear under my short skirt, and my breasts were being pushed up high by my bra. My lower body felt hot and itchy.

Sure enough, Xiaowen's eyes were fixed on my firm breasts. I silently cried out in my heart, "Ah! My dear Xiaowen, touch them! Squeeze Mom's lustful breasts with your hands!" My legs trembled, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing from my lower body. I didn't know if he could smell the fishy smell.

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

"Oh! Nothing, Mom just went to a friend's party, so I dressed like this." I tried to lie in a calm tone. "Go study! Mom's going to take a shower."

I hurriedly fled Xiaowen's room. I always felt his eyes were fixed on my thighs.

I fled to the bathroom, my fingers touching pubic hair and moist labia, glistening with vaginal fluid. "Oh, Xiaowen." My right middle finger quickly slipped inside. Fantasizing about seducing Xiaowen, my finger moved faster, its small fingers skillfully playing with my engorged clitoris. I struggled to turn on the water. I called Xiaowen's name in my heart. I was completely insane. I stepped into the bathtub, letting the hot water splash over my skin. I walked to the bathroom door, gently opening it a crack. Xiaowen's room was right there.

"Xiaowen, come and see Mommy's wanton body!" my heart cried out. My fingers tirelessly moved, and I reached orgasm again in this incestuous fantasy. Imagining my son holding me and thrusting into me, my juices flowed freely.

The clarity that followed the orgasm was nothing but endless self-reproach and guilt. After changing my clothes, I left the bathroom and went to my room. Suddenly, I felt incredibly shameless, and tears silently streamed down my face. I thought, for Xiaowen's sake and for my own, I had to find a man. I was afraid I'd lose control in front of my son, and he'd look down on me for the rest of his life.

I decided to find a man tomorrow.

A few weeks later, I still hadn't found a man, spending my days masturbating and fantasizing.

One morning at breakfast

, "Mom, you look so good in that outfit!" Xiaowen exclaimed loudly from behind.

"Really?" I smiled. "You little rascal, I don't know where you learned these sweet nothings to make this old woman happy."

"Really, Mom's getting better and better at dressing up. Much prettier than before," Xiaowen kept exclaiming.

"Oh? How was Mom before?" My face seemed to turn red.

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

“How should Mom coordinate her outfits?” I asked him curiously.

“Do you want me to tell you? Forget it, I’m just a kid, do I need to teach you?” Xiaowen stammered a bit.

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

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

Honey-like fluid flowed from my private parts again, and I could feel it wetting my underwear. "This child is so young, yet he can use such vocabulary. What is he trying to do? Has his aesthetic sense already started to focus on women's figures?" I felt my heart begin to pound.

"Then help Mommy pick out a few clothes to match, and Mommy will wear them for you, okay?" Oh my god, what am I saying!

Xiaowen seemed a little thirsty. I stretched my neck. "Okay!"

When I changed into the clothes Xiaowen had picked out for me and came out, Xiaowen looked around nervously, not daring to look at me.

My uterus was spasming again. I pretended to be calm and said, "How is it? Is Mommy able to go out like this?"

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

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

I saw that Xiaowen was a little restless. I took off my bra and put on the white jacket my son had picked out. My protruding nipples were itching painfully. Should I go out like this, without anything underneath? My private parts were burning. I took a deep breath and simply took off my underwear too. A cool breeze gently caressed my private parts.

"How's this?" I asked Xiaowen. Xiaowen seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze. "It's fine, but the clothes are a bit big. Your breasts will be very prominent when you walk."

"Hehe, you're quite the talker. Okay, let's change into a smaller jacket." I said, walking into the house.

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

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

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

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

"Can't he stand up? Is Xiaowen's little penis hard too?" I analyzed in my mind. The thought that my son's penis was hard made the pain in my heart even more intense. I wanted to touch it myself, to comfort myself. No, I couldn't stop myself from making a mistake.

I hurriedly sent my son off to school, and when he left his room, I collapsed onto the sofa. I hastily touched my private parts, which were already incredibly wet. No, oh, how could I be so lewd? I masturbated again with great pleasure.

I called in sick to work. I walked out onto the street wearing the clothes my son had chosen for me, and sure enough, almost every man was giving me lustful looks. Did they know I was only wearing a jacket and no underwear?

I couldn't take it anymore; my intense physical needs couldn't be without physical contact. I squeezed onto a bus that was heading somewhere unknown. The bus was packed, and I could feel a man pressed tightly against me. My body felt even stronger after being caressed by the man, and my private parts were even itchier. I could feel the man behind me pressing his hard thing against my buttocks. With the swaying of the bus, it felt so good. I tried my best to bite my teeth so I wouldn't let out a happy moan. Suddenly, I felt a hand starting to move intentionally or unintentionally over my buttocks. Seeing that I didn't react, the hand boldly lifted my skirt and began to move towards my private parts. Just as it was about to touch my wet private parts, I suddenly grabbed the hand.

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

It was a boy, not much older than my son. His pale face was drained of color from fright. I pretended to be fierce and said, "What are you doing? Get off the bus with me." Without another word, I dragged him to the door. Everyone on the bus was watching us, and I tried my best to appear calm.

After getting off, the boy suddenly begged me for forgiveness, "Sister, I won't do it again."

To be honest, hearing "sister" suddenly made my anger disappear. I led him to a quieter place. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you're so pretty, I couldn't help but touch you!" the little rascal argued.

"Hmph! Pretty? What did you use to touch my butt?" My genitals started to feel aroused again.

"It was my little penis. When I leaned against you, my little penis got hard on its own," the boy said softly, head down.

"How old are you?" "18!"

My genitals convulsed again. 18 years old, the same age as my son.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: I wanted to know about a child's sexual abilities at this age!

I took the child to a hotel and booked a room.

After sitting on the bed, I leaned back, my thighs stretched out over the headboard. I saw the child's head drooping, his eyes sneaking glances at me, lingering on my thighs.

"Hmm, see!" I thought to myself, spreading my legs a little wider. I felt something flowing out. "You'd better answer my questions honestly and do as I say, or I'll tell your parents and school, and have the police arrest you. Do you hear me?"

"What's your name?"

"Oh, it's Ma Chao." "

Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so precocious. Thinking about women at such a young age. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not yet?"

"Okay, now take off your pants, let me see if you're old enough to have a girlfriend." I pretended to be very serious.

Ma Chao trembled as he took off his pants, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a clearly adult's magnificent penis, proudly displaying itself against me. A ferocious animal's red head was filled with purple blood, from which one could feel the surge of true male desire. A large, thick male organ was exposed in front of me. Apart from a few fine pubic hairs, it indicated that he was still a child. If it were just this big penis, there would be no way to associate it with an 18-year-old boy, but it was indeed protruding from the body of this weak child.

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

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.” The boy half-closed his eyes, a slightly enjoying expression on his face. “Sister, my little penis feels so good in your hand!”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I longed for this boy’s penis to penetrate my genitals.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, “Quick, quick, take off your clothes.” I hurriedly tore off the boy’s clothes, stripping him naked.

I pulled him into my arms, the boy’s body pressing against me, his weight giving me temporary comfort. I couldn’t help but moan. The boy’s hands also began to caress my breasts, he unbuttoned my clothes, and my breasts bounced out, not to be outdone. My pale, fleshy mounds were roughly grasped and squeezed by the boy, his forceful hands pressing against my body, which was eager to release its pent-up desire. The mounds were constantly being kneaded, my erect nipples gently sucked and bitten by the boy's lips. The continuous, rough caresses made my mature body tremble with pleasure. A groan of pleasure escaped from deep within my throat, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed from my lower body. I guided the boy's weapon with my hand; his penis pressed against my genitals, and the painful, tender flesh finally felt a sense of relief from the pressure.

The boy raised his head, looking at my private parts, watching how I guided his penis into my secret cave.

The swollen tip of his penis pressed against the narrow, moist labia. "Quick, come in," I pleaded with the boy, almost begging.

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

The boy's clumsy, stiff thrusting brought indescribable pleasure; the youthful, powerful impact and rhythm, the trembling, brought me immense ecstasy. After a heavy breathing from his mouth and nose, he threw his head back and desperately thrust his weapon into my vagina, the glans, like a small fist, pressing against my cervix. Each tremor represented our rising and falling orgasms. The boy pressed his lower body tightly against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure.

As he lay on top of me, I gradually felt his penis soften and shrink inside my vagina. "Is it over?" I asked.

"Can such a small child ejaculate?" I pushed him away, and a large amount of white semen and my vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina—more than I could have imagined. The smell of male semen permeated my entire body, further igniting my unquenched desire.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly.

"Oh! Sister, it feels so good, I ejaculated. I've never felt this good before when I did it myself."

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

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

I couldn't hold back any longer and pressed the boy down beneath me. The boy lay on the bed, raised his hand, and fiercely grabbed and squeezed my heavy breasts hanging in front of my chest, making a tsk-tsk sound of amazement. I held the boy's thick, hard penis, aimed it at my vaginal opening that was about to drip with lustful fluid, and thrust down. An intense pleasure shot from my lower body straight to my brain. The long penis pressed its tip heavily against my cervix. I felt my whole body go limp, yet I couldn't pull myself away. I could only twist my hips back and forth. The boy, in response to my intense movements, thrust upwards relentlessly. The movements became increasingly intense, the pleasure increasingly overwhelming. My son Xiaowen's face appeared in my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was my son Xiaowen below me.

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

The boy wasn't satisfied yet. He roughly flipped me over, turning my wanton buttocks towards him. I was like a bitch, my wet ass sticking out, facing him. A strong sense of shame made me resist, but the boy's small body unleashed tremendous strength. He pressed me onto the bed and thrust his raging penis into me from behind again. My vagina, which had just reached orgasm, ached from his rough penetration, and his hands cruelly pinched my nipples. I groaned in pain, which only fueled his lust. He thrust violently, and the pain gradually subsided, replaced by increasingly intense pleasure.

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

"Oh!~~, son, my dear son, Mommy loves it so much. Faster, faster, fuck me~~~"

"Mommy, your little hole feels so good, it feels so good gripping my cock!" The boy panted, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

I knew his orgasm was coming. But I didn't want him to come so quickly, because my own pleasure was gradually reaching its climax. I struggled to wriggle my hips, trying to escape his penile intrusion.

I said seductively, "No, I'm your mother, how can you do this?"

The boy pleaded urgently, "Mom, give it to me, quick~~!"

"Give you what?" I asked seductively, looking at his throbbing, red glans, glistening with my white precum.

"Give me your hole, I want it!" the boy said urgently, gripping his thick, erect penis.

"No, you're too strong, it's too much for Mom. Mom won't let you in!" I said, my eyes filled with allure, trying to look at him with a captivating charm.

"Mom, please, give it to me! I'll do anything you want!" the boy pleaded almost desperately. Looking at him, I felt a thrill of conquest.

"Then lick Mom's toes." I proudly raised my white, tender thigh and stretched my foot out to the boy. Without a second thought, the boy took my foot into his mouth and sucked hard on my toes. The tingling, itchy feeling was strange, incredibly pleasurable.

"No, lick Mommy here." I pulled my legs out, spread my thighs wantonly, and pointed to my private parts. "Lick all this water off, and Mommy will let you do it."

The boy, like a dog, knelt between my legs, greedily licking with his tongue. My clitoris quickly became engorged under his red tongue's kisses. His soft tongue tip skillfully played with my clitoris. I groaned loudly, pressing his head hard against my private parts, imagining my son, Xiaowen, licking me. The boy's tongue licked harder and harder, and my private parts and clitoris were lightly teased by his tongue, quickly sending pleasure throughout my body. I felt so good, I felt like I was dying. The boy's hot tongue gave me more pleasure than my fingers. I felt like a drowning person in the ocean, unable to breathe, yet incredibly comfortable, gently rising and falling with the waves. My vagina contracted rapidly again, and my thighs involuntarily clamped around the boy's head. His hands squeezed my breasts, and my whole body tensed, as I pleasurably enjoyed the impact of the orgasm.

As I gradually calmed down, I realized that the boy had already inserted two fingers into my vagina during my orgasm. No wonder I had such a high orgasm.

The boy eagerly tried to thrust in, but I refused him because my genitals were very sensitive after an orgasm, and it would be very painful if he did it again. I pushed him away, and I think I must have been looking at him with that wanton, seductive gaze.

"Mom, please, let me in, okay?" The boy, clutching his red, throbbing penis, begged me almost pleadingly.

A feeling of dominating a man filled me with pride, and I suddenly felt contempt for the boy in front of me. The desire to toy with men grew stronger in my mind.

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

The boy obediently crawled off the bed and brought me my stockings with his mouth. I found it amusing to watch his erect penis sway back and forth.

"Come here, let Mom touch it. What's this?" I pulled on the boy's penis and stroked it.

"It's a penis, Mom." The boy, with my stockings in his mouth, closed his eyes with a look of ecstasy.

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

The boy knelt beside me, rapidly stroking it with his hand, while his other hand caressed my body and breasts. A moment later, he gripped my breast tightly with the hand that had been holding it, squeezing it forcefully until it ached. Then I saw a stream of white fluid gush from the boy's purplish-red glans, followed by a powerful spurt of semen that sprayed onto my face, neck, and breasts.
The boy then collapsed beside me, panting, a blissful expression on his face.

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

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

Sigh, I'm such a lewd woman.

My mother is almost 36 years old. The saying "thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" is absolutely true. In recent years, her libido has grown stronger and stronger, so strong that even the slightest stimulation can set her ablaze with desire, making it impossible for her to control herself. My husband is often away on business trips and frequently thinks about having a mistress; there are many men around him. But traditional Chinese morality has prevented me from taking that dangerous step. Whenever my libido rises, I can only suppress it deeply within my heart. But my temper is becoming increasingly volatile; people at work are afraid of me, my colleagues dare not speak to me, and I feel even more lonely and helpless.

I work as a financial accountant at a telecommunications company; the work isn't too busy. Every day I wear old-fashioned clothes and have a blank face at work. Besides processing invoices for my colleagues, there's not much else to do. At this time, I usually go online. Chatting on OICQ has become my main pastime at work. On that platform, I rediscovered the feeling of being a beautiful woman I had 10 years ago. Countless male netizens greeted me warmly, desperately trying to impress me. But I never met any of them in person because online I was as innocent as an 18-year-old girl. I was terrified that if those young men knew I was a nearly 40-year-old woman, I would be in real trouble.

Two months ago, the company gave each employee a computer with free internet access. So, after cooking for my 18-year-old son at home, surfing the internet became my favorite thing to do.

One day, I met a netizen with a very unique name—the kind of name that instantly aroused desire. He secretly sent me a message: "Are you happy with your sex life?"

Curiosity led me to secretly open another window and go to "Entertainment Space." There, I discovered the address where I had been searching for sexual release. When the explicit erotic literature conveyed that lust, my lower body felt like it was on fire. My uterus contracted, my vagina spasmed, and my underwear quickly became wet. I stared at the obscene content online, masturbating incessantly, repeatedly bringing my body to orgasm with each spasm. That night, I didn't log off until my son returned from evening self-study. I dragged my exhausted legs to bed, my mind still replaying the story, my fingers continuing to fuel my fantasies.

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

That evening, after work, I hid in my room, undressed, and looked closely at the young woman in the mirror. Although almost forty, her figure was like a young girl's, but with an added maturity. Her skin was as white as jade, her breasts proud and full, though slightly sagging, they gave a sense of weight and allure. And her dark pubic hair was incredibly seductive. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

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

When I got home, my son had already gone to evening study. I was all alone again. I took off all my clothes and started carefully grooming myself in front of the mirror. I lightly applied foundation, meticulously drew my eyebrows, applied heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, and tied my hair up with a ribbon! I changed into my new black underwear, flesh-colored stockings, a miniskirt and a tight-fitting bodysuit, and slipped on high heels.

When I stood in front of the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. I looked at myself in the mirror with half-closed eyes, trying my best to seduce myself with a provocative expression. My lower body quickly became wet again. I caressed my proud breasts, my hand slowly sliding down. I took off my underwear, turned on the computer, entered "Entertainment Space," and opened one erotic article after another. When I saw so many articles about mothers and sons committing incest, I masturbated while fantasizing about my son's face. As the story unfolded, I drifted into fantasy.

Oh my god! What's wrong with me? My son is only 18, just a high school freshman. Although he's still developing, he's still a teenager. I continued to fantasize, my nimble fingers stirring, taking me to heaven again and again.

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

Opening his bedroom door, I saw him sitting obediently at his desk reading. I felt incredibly ashamed. "Xiaowen, is your homework important?"

My son didn't even look up. "It's nothing, it's very simple."

I walked behind him, put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly a masculine feeling jolted me like an electric shock. My son is developing, his height is increasing rapidly. I involuntarily let out a soft moan. My son turned to look at me, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Looking into his innocent eyes, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt. "Nothing, Mom is just happy to see you studying so hard."

My son looked me up and down in surprise. Meeting his gaze, I suddenly remembered that I was still naked under my short skirt, without underwear, and my breasts were being pushed up high by my bra. My lower body felt hot and itchy.

Sure enough, Xiaowen's eyes were fixed on my firm breasts. I silently cried out in my heart, "Ah! My dear Xiaowen, touch them! Quickly squeeze Mom's lustful breasts with your hands!" My legs trembled, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing out from my lower body. I didn't know if he had smelled the fishy smell.

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

"Oh! It's nothing. Mom just went to a friend's party, so I dressed like this." I tried to lie in a calm tone. "Go study! Mom's going to take a shower."

I hurriedly fled Xiaowen's room. I could feel his eyes staring at my thighs.

I escaped to the bathroom, my fingers touching pubic hair and wet labia, the juices sticking to my petals. "Oh, Xiaowen." My right middle finger quickly slipped inside. Fantasizing about seducing Xiaowen, my fingers moved faster, my small fingers skillfully playing with my engorged clitoris. I struggled to turn on the water. I called Xiaowen's name in my heart. I was completely insane. I stepped into the bathtub, letting the hot water splash on my skin. I walked to the bathroom door, gently opening it a crack. Xiaowen's room was right there.

"Xiaowen, come and see Mom's lewd body!" my heart screamed. My fingers tirelessly moved, and I reached another climax in my incestuous fantasies. Thinking of my son holding me and thrusting into me, I felt

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

I decided, I would find a man tomorrow

. Several weeks passed, and I didn't find a man, spending my days masturbating and fantasizing.

One morning at breakfast

, "Mom, you look so good in that!" Xiaowen exclaimed loudly from behind.

"Really?" I smiled. "You little rascal, I don't know where you learned these sweet nothings to make this old woman happy."

"Really, Mom is getting better and better at dressing up. Much prettier than before," Xiaowen kept exclaiming.

"Oh? How was Mom before?" My face seemed to turn red.

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

“How should Mom coordinate her outfits?” I asked him curiously.

“Do you want me to tell you? Forget it, I’m just a kid, do I need to teach you?” Xiaowen stammered a bit.

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

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

Honey-like fluid flowed from my private parts again, and I could feel it wetting my underwear. "This child is so young, yet he can use such vocabulary. What is he trying to do? Has his aesthetic sense already started to focus on women's figures?" I felt my heart begin to pound.

"Then help Mommy pick out a few clothes to match, and Mommy will wear them for you, okay?" Oh my god, what am I saying!

Xiaowen seemed a little thirsty. I stretched my neck. "Okay!"

When I changed into the clothes Xiaowen had picked out for me and came out, Xiaowen looked around nervously, not daring to look at me.

My uterus was spasming again. I pretended to be calm and said, "How is it? Is Mommy able to go out like this?"

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

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

I saw that Xiaowen was a little restless. I took off my bra and put on the white jacket my son had picked out. My protruding nipples were itching painfully. Should I go out like this, without anything underneath? My private parts were burning. I took a deep breath and simply took off my underwear too. A cool breeze gently caressed my private parts.

"How's this?" I asked Xiaowen. Xiaowen seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze. "It's fine, but the clothes are a bit big. Your breasts will be very prominent when you walk."

"Hehe, you're quite the talker. Okay, let's change into a smaller jacket." I said, walking into the house.

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

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

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

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

"Can't he stand up? Is Xiaowen's little penis hard too?" I analyzed in my mind. The thought that my son's penis was hard made the pain in my heart even more intense. I wanted to touch it myself, to comfort myself. No, I couldn't stop myself from making a mistake.

I hurriedly sent my son off to school, and when he left his room, I collapsed onto the sofa. I hastily touched my private parts, which were already incredibly wet. No, oh, how could I be so lewd? I masturbated again with great pleasure.

I called in sick to work. I walked out onto the street wearing the clothes my son had chosen for me, and sure enough, almost every man was giving me lustful looks. Did they know I was only wearing a jacket and no underwear?

I couldn't take it anymore; my intense physical needs couldn't be without physical contact. I squeezed onto a bus that was heading somewhere unknown. The bus was packed, and I could feel a man pressed tightly against me. My body felt even stronger after being caressed by the man, and my private parts were even itchier. I could feel the man behind me pressing his hard thing against my buttocks. With the swaying of the bus, it felt so good. I tried my best to bite my teeth so I wouldn't let out a happy moan. Suddenly, I felt a hand starting to move intentionally or unintentionally over my buttocks. Seeing that I didn't react, the hand boldly lifted my skirt and began to move towards my private parts. Just as it was about to touch my wet private parts, I suddenly grabbed the hand.

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

It was a boy, not much older than my son. His pale face was drained of color from fright. I pretended to be fierce and said, "What are you doing? Get off the bus with me." Without another word, I dragged him to the door. Everyone on the bus was watching us, and I tried my best to appear calm.

After getting off, the boy suddenly begged me for forgiveness, "Sister, I won't do it again."

To be honest, hearing "sister" suddenly made my anger disappear. I led him to a quieter place. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you're so pretty, I couldn't help but touch you!" the little rascal argued.

"Hmph! Pretty? What did you use to touch my butt?" My private parts started to feel a little aroused again.

"It's my little penis. When I leaned against my sister, my little penis got hard by itself," the child said softly, head down.

"How old are you?" "18!"

My private parts spasmed again. 18 years old, the same age as my son.

Suddenly, the thought of wanting to understand the sexual abilities of a child this age surfaced in my mind!

I took the child to a hotel and booked a room.

After sitting on the bed in the room, I leaned against it. My thighs were stretched out and rested on the headboard. I saw the child's head drooping, his eyes secretly glancing at me, wandering over my thighs.

"Hmm, see!" I thought to myself, and my legs spread apart a little more. I felt something flowing out. “Answer my questions honestly and do as I say, or I’ll tell your parents and school, and have the police arrest you. Do you hear me?”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, Ma Chao.”

“Hehe, I didn’t expect you to be so precocious. Thinking about women at such a young age. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not yet?”

“Okay, now take off your pants and let me see if you’re old enough to have a girlfriend.” I pretended to be very serious.

Ma Chao trembled and took off his pants. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw a magnificent penis, clearly that of an adult, angrily defiantly threatening me. A fierce animal’s red head was filled with purple blood. From there, I could feel the surge of true male desire. A large, thick male organ was exposed in front of me. Apart from a few fine pubic hairs, it indicated that he was still a child. If it were just this penis, there would be no way to associate it with an 18-year-old boy, but it was indeed protruding from this weak child’s body.

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

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.” The boy half-closed his eyes, a slightly enjoying expression on his face. “Sister, my little penis feels so good in your hand!”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I longed for this boy’s penis to penetrate my genitals.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, “Quick, quick, take off your clothes.” I hurriedly tore off the boy’s clothes, stripping him naked.

I pulled him into my arms, the boy’s body pressing against me, his weight giving me temporary comfort. I couldn’t help but moan. The boy’s hands also began to caress my breasts, he unbuttoned my clothes, and my breasts bounced out, not to be outdone. My pale, fleshy mounds were roughly grasped and squeezed by the boy, his forceful hands pressing against my body, which was eager to release its pent-up desire. The mounds were constantly being kneaded, my erect nipples gently sucked and bitten by the boy's lips. The continuous, rough caresses made my mature body tremble with pleasure. A groan of pleasure escaped from deep within my throat, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed from my lower body. I guided the boy's weapon with my hand; his penis pressed against my genitals, and the painful, tender flesh finally felt a sense of relief from the pressure.

The boy raised his head, looking at my private parts, watching how I guided his penis into my secret cave.

The swollen tip of his penis pressed against the narrow, moist labia. "Quick, come in," I pleaded with the boy, almost begging.

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

The boy's clumsy, stiff thrusting brought indescribable pleasure; the youthful, powerful impact and rhythm, the trembling, brought me immense ecstasy. After a heavy breathing from his mouth and nose, he threw his head back and desperately thrust his weapon into my vagina, the glans, like a small fist, pressing against my cervix. Each tremor represented our rising and falling orgasms. The boy pressed his lower body tightly against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure.

As he lay on top of me, I gradually felt his penis soften and shrink inside my vagina. "Is it over?" I asked.

"Can such a small child ejaculate?" I pushed him away, and a large amount of white semen and my vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina—more than I could have imagined. The smell of male semen permeated my entire body, further igniting my unquenched desire.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowingly.

"Oh! Sister, it feels so good, I ejaculated. I've never felt this good before when I did it myself."

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

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

I couldn't hold back any longer and pressed the boy down beneath me. The boy lay on the bed, raised his hand, and fiercely grabbed and squeezed my heavy breasts hanging in front of my chest, making a tsk-tsk sound of amazement. I held the boy's thick, hard penis, aimed it at my vaginal opening that was about to drip with lustful fluid, and thrust down. An intense pleasure shot from my lower body straight to my brain. The long penis pressed its tip heavily against my cervix. I felt my whole body go limp, yet I couldn't pull myself away. I could only twist my hips back and forth. The boy, in response to my intense movements, thrust upwards relentlessly. The movements became increasingly intense, the pleasure increasingly overwhelming. My son Xiaowen's face appeared in my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was my son Xiaowen below me.

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

The boy wasn't satisfied yet. He roughly flipped me over, turning my wanton buttocks towards him. I was like a bitch, my wet ass sticking out, facing him. A strong sense of shame made me resist, but the boy's small body unleashed tremendous strength. He pressed me onto the bed and thrust his raging penis into me from behind again. My vagina, which had just reached orgasm, ached from his rough penetration, and his hands cruelly pinched my nipples. I groaned in pain, which only fueled his lust. He thrust violently, and the pain gradually subsided, replaced by increasingly intense pleasure.

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

"Oh!~~, son, my dear son, Mommy loves it so much. Faster, faster, fuck me~~~"

"Mommy, your little hole feels so good, it feels so good gripping my cock!" The boy panted, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

I knew his orgasm was coming. But I didn't want him to come so quickly, because my own pleasure was gradually reaching its climax. I struggled to wriggle my hips, trying to escape the intrusion of his penis.

I said seductively, "No, I'm your mother, how can you do this?"

The boy pleaded urgently, "Mom, give it to me, quick~~!"

"Give you what?" I asked seductively, looking at his throbbing, red glans, which was covered in my white, lustful fluid.

"Give me your hole, I want it!" the boy said urgently, gripping his thick, erect penis.

"No, you're too strong, it's too much for Mommy. Mommy won't let you have it!" I looked at him with seductive eyes, trying my best to appear alluring.

"Mommy, please, give it to me! I'll do anything you want!" The boy pleaded almost desperately. Looking at him, I felt a sense of conquest.

"Then lick Mommy's toes." I proudly raised my fair thigh and stretched my foot out to the boy. The boy seemed to take my foot into his mouth without thinking, sucking hard on my toes. The tingling, itchy feeling was so strange, so incredibly comfortable.

"No, lick Mommy here." I pulled my foot out, spread my thighs lasciviously, and pointed to my private parts. "Lick all this water off, and Mom will let you do it."

The boy, like a dog, lay between my legs, greedily licking me. My clitoris quickly became engorged under his red tongue's kisses. His soft tongue tip skillfully played with my clitoris, and I groaned loudly, pressing his head against my genitals. I imagined my son, Xiaowen, licking me. The boy's tongue licked harder and harder, and my genitals and clitoris were also being gently teased by his tongue, quickly sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt so good, I felt like I was dying. The boy's hot tongue gave me more pleasure than my fingers. I felt like someone drowning in the ocean, gasping for breath, yet incredibly comfortable, my body rising and falling gently with the waves. My vagina contracted rapidly, and my thighs involuntarily clamped around the boy's head, my hands squeezing my breasts, my whole body tense, enjoying the impact of the orgasm.

As I gradually calmed down, I realized that the boy had already inserted two fingers into my vagina when I climaxed. No wonder I had such a high orgasm.

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

"Mom, please, let me in, okay?" The boy held his red penis, almost begging me.

A feeling of dominating a man made me proud, and I suddenly despised the boy in front of me. The idea of playing with men grew stronger and stronger in my mind.

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

The boy obediently crawled off the bed and brought me my stockings with his mouth. I found it very funny to watch his erect penis sway back and forth.

“Come here, let Mommy touch it. What’s this?” I pulled on the boy’s penis and stroked it.

“It’s a penis, Mommy.” The boy, with my stockings in his mouth and his eyes closed, looked blissfully intoxicated.

“Why is your penis so big? Is there something dirty inside? Use your hand to get the dirty stuff out of your penis.” I released my grip on his penis.

The boy knelt beside me, rapidly stroking it with his hand, while his other hand caressed my body and breasts. After a while, he gripped my breasts tightly with his hand, squeezing my soft breasts until they ached. Then I saw a stream of white fluid gush from the boy’s purplish-red glans, followed by a more powerful spurt of semen, which sprayed onto my face, neck, and breasts. Afterward,
the boy collapsed beside me, panting, a blissful expression on his face.

The boy’s sexual prowess was truly remarkable. That day, we spent all our time in bed except for meals. When he had the energy, he would be on top of me, and when he got tired, I would rub against him. Honestly, that day was absolutely amazing.

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

Sigh, I'm such a lewd woman.

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