You sleep with my daughter, I'll sleep with your son.

My husband and daughter went out. Lately, their relationship has become increasingly close, perhaps because I've been too harsh on her! It's brought them closer.

"Mom, what's on your mind?" Jie came in. My son is 15 this year and looks more and more like his father. Jie sat down next to me.

"Jie, go take a bath!" I've always been the one bathing my son. I filled the tub, and Jie was already naked. I glanced at Jie's genitals; the little rascal was limp and drooping. He's 15; he should be fully developed by now! I suddenly wanted it to get erect in front of me.

Jie sat in the tub, and I gently washed his face and neck, subtly moving downwards, stroking Jie's newly curled fur, and gently picking up the drooping little thing. "So cute!" I thought to myself.

I lathered it with soap and gently rubbed it. Sure enough, the little thing perked up and gradually—got hard. Normally I would immediately let go and wash other parts of my body, but today I was a little curious to see just how thick and strong my son's little guy really was. With a mischievous urge, I continued to rub it, gently stroking the glans and rubbing the shaft more vigorously.

My son seemed a little embarrassed; the size of his penis was still a bit unusual for him. A 15-year-old boy is just beginning to understand these things! Jie's breathing became heavy, and my hand holding the glans twitched. A gush of fluid spurted out, covering my hand and body.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"So good!" Jie whispered.

I gently patted Jie's gradually drooping member, lightly kissed his cheek, and said, "Our Jie is a grown-up now!" I continued to wash Jie's body.

Everything came suddenly, and it left just as suddenly. "There wasn't anything particularly wrong; it was just a mother feeling her son had grown up, and out of curiosity, I wanted to check it out," I thought to myself.

Jie went back to his room, and I was alone, reflecting on what had just happened. My son's strong body—it had become alluring to the opposite sex, and his little thing—had grown bigger, though still not as big as his father's. What would it feel like to let him inside me? I suddenly realized I was about to fall into the mire of incest.

No! Jie is my son! How could a mother do something so outrageous with her son?

These days, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to my daughter, and the two of them often teamed up against me, trying to keep my son tightly by my side. I told myself: I've decided to devise a plan to make my son completely devoted to me, but I can't commit incest with him; after all, it's taboo!

Two days later, one evening, he said he was going on a business trip, taking my daughter with him for two days.

After dinner, I bathed my son as usual. Ever since that time, every time my son bathed me, he would deliberately want me to linger on his little thing a little longer. Each time, I would understand and rub until Jie ejaculated, but that was all. Jie didn't make any excessive demands, and I didn't dare to cross the boundaries of my beliefs. But every time I held Jie's increasingly large penis, the pleasure in my hand made me feel comfortable, a different kind of pleasure, or perhaps a forbidden frenzy!

I changed into a pink bra, pink underwear, and pink bra, and called Jie to my room: "Give Mom a back massage!" I asked Jie. Jie readily agreed, so I sat on the edge of the bed, and Jie jumped onto the bed and started massaging my back from behind.

"A little higher, over there... massage Mom!" I instructed. "Mom, it's uncomfortable with these clothes on, can I help you take them off?" my son suggested.

"Okay!" I let Jie unbutton the collar, and Jie lifted the bottom of my clothes and pulled the nightgown over my head. Jie's hand inadvertently touched my breast, and a jolt of electricity struck me.

To be honest, my husband had touched my breasts countless times but I had never felt this way, yet my son's slight touch gave me intense excitement. I tried hard to overcome my inner impulse, wanting to retain the last bit of restraint in front of my son.

At that moment, Jie was still massaging me when a strong sixth sense struck me. My son's burning eyes were peeking at my breasts from behind and above. Without even looking up, I knew exactly how many tapeworms he had. My son's grown up—he's started to spy on women's sensitive areas, and he's even learned to do it secretly, I thought to myself.

Actually, I'm quite confident in my breasts. I gave birth to Jie at 24, and for the past 15 years I've diligently taken care of myself. While I can't defy time, I still look five or six years younger than my actual age. My girlfriends always say I don't look like a 39-year-old woman at all; I look like I'm in my early 30s.

Although my breasts aren't as firm as they used to be, they're still full, and my skin is still smooth. My long career as a white-collar worker has taught me how to maintain my best figure. My sexual desire is so strong; after all, women in their 30s are like wolves, and in their 40s like tigers!

My son's hands—became a little unruly. His hands, which had been massaging along the back of my bra strap, gradually moved to my sides, as if trying to embrace my breasts from behind. His hands were so hot, and my body was so burning.

My reason was about to be swayed by desire. I dared not continue down the path of incest, and with all my might, I coughed. In an instant, my son's hands withdrew.

That was close! Jie's hands had already touched the edge of my bra. If I hadn't stopped him, he might have already grasped my breasts from behind. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Mom, I'm so sad." Turning around, I saw Jie's crotch, his manhood already erect. I couldn't help but feel pity. "My dear son, shall I massage you?"

"Yes, yes!" Hearing me say that, my son was overjoyed and lay back on the bed.

My son's penis was so large that my mouth was completely filled, his penis completely submerged in my throat. I was intoxicated by a moment of excitement. In a daze, I felt my son embrace me, and I fell into his arms. My breasts pressed tightly against his strong chest. I was overwhelmed, unable to resist the tender feeling!

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my back, and the last vestige of conscience was awakened in my mind. My son's hands were trying to untie my bra straps, his cold hands touching my burning skin. I jerked off him, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself down. Although my son's penis was tempting, the fear of incest made me back down. I couldn't imagine that the child I had carried for ten months would return to the legs that gave birth to him and nurtured him, to the breasts that had once cared for him, years later.

In a daze, I felt my breasts being grasped. I looked down, and my son's hands were actually under my armpits, rubbing my breasts through my bra, even trying to pull the bra down and reach inside. I twisted and turned, trying to resist. I grabbed my son's hand, trying to shake him off, but he pushed me down onto the bed, straddling my body and sitting on my lap.

I struggled frantically, but his strength was evident. He pinned my arms up to my sides, and my legs were pinned down, unable to move. A lewd look appeared on his face. He pressed down on me, trying to kiss my lips. I desperately shook my head, trying to escape his kiss.

"Jie, Mom begs you, I'm your mother, let me go... ah!" I pleaded softly. "Mom, I want you, I love you, Mom," my son cried out incoherently, lost in his lust.

Jie had gained the upper hand. He released my hands and prepared to unhook my bra. Just then, I mustered all my strength and slapped him hard across the face.

My son looked at me in surprise, his flushed face gradually fading. He stared at me for a while, then, confused, moved away from me and sat down beside me. I could see resentment on his face—the look of unfulfilled desire.

I straightened my clothes, put on my pajamas, and patted Jie's shoulder: "Jie, I'm your mother. How could you do this? Don't do it again!"

"Why not? Mom, I love you!" "Jie, you need to know that's incest. You and I are mother and son!"

"Then why can Dad and my sister do this kind of thing, but we can't?" "Nonsense, tell Mom what you saw!"

"One morning I forgot something on my way to class, and when I came back to get it, I passed by my sister's room and saw Dad hugging her through the crack in the door."

I interjected, "So what? Your sister and your dad are always very close, it's nothing!"

Jie said, "You don't know, Dad hugged my sister from behind, just like I hugged you just now," Jie pointed to my chest. "

You saw your dad put his hand on your sister's chest?"

"Absolutely, because they were facing away from the door, so I could see it very clearly. Dad first held my sister's breast through her clothes, and after a while, he reached inside her collar."

I was a little confused. This father and daughter were really too much. "Jie, tell Mom everything you saw, and you'll sleep next to Mom tonight."

"Another time, when I came home from school, I saw Dad and my sister watching TV in the living room. Dad was sitting on a recliner, and my sister was sitting on Dad's lap."

“It’s nothing, your sister often acts like this with your dad, I’ve seen it a few times.”

“But Mom, Dad was sitting on a recliner, and my sister was sitting on his lap. At that angle, how could Dad see the TV? And she was moving around on him!”

“Did you see clearly what they were doing?”

“I couldn’t see clearly because my sister’s skirt was too long, but she seemed very comfortable, humming softly. Dad’s hand was around her waist from behind.”

“And then? Did you see any further?”

“I went to my room to put down my schoolbag, and when I came back to the living room, my sister wasn’t sitting on Dad’s lap anymore, but her face was flushed, quite cute, and she was holding Dad’s hand. I vaguely thought I saw Dad’s crotch sticking out.”

“According to you, they might be having sex, but it could also just be your sister acting cute with your dad.”

“Mom, you were working late the night before last, right? Do you know what Dad and your sister were doing in your room?”

“They were being affectionate again, I knew your sister and your dad were getting closer.”

"They had sex!" my son blurted out.

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could say anything, he continued, "That day, you had just gone to work the night shift, and Dad and my sister went out. I sneaked into your room to watch VCDs. I knew you hid your pornographic VCDs in the closet, so I took out two to watch. I was only halfway through when I heard Dad and my sister's voices. They were home. I hurriedly took out the discs and hid them back in the closet. Dad and my sister's footsteps were already at the door. In a panic, I hid in the closet. Just as I closed the closet door, they came in."

"I peeked through the crack in the door. My sister turned around and closed the door. My father hugged her from behind, his arms around her chest, and he was playing with her through her clothes. My sister seemed very excited, her breath becoming soft and delicate, letting my father caress her. My father unbuttoned her clothes, and my sister looked so sexy with her top down, her skin so white. Then my father took off her top, and my sister was wearing a bright red bra. Then my father actually knelt down in front of her, lifted her long skirt, and put his head inside. My sister let out wanton moans, as if she was in great pain."

"After a while, Dad stood up again, took off my sister's long skirt, revealing her wearing bright red underwear and snow-white stockings. Dad sat on the edge of the bed, and my sister knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and taking out his large penis. Dad's thing was so big that my sister actually took it all into her mouth and sucked on it incessantly. Dad pressed my sister's head down, trying to shove his penis all the way into her mouth." "I heard my sister make painful sounds in her throat, her body contorted, her face turning pale, but she still swallowed Dad's thing until it was all inside her mouth. After a while, I saw Dad pick my sister up and put her on the bed. Dad finally stripped her of her last bit of clothing and penetrated her."

"Stop...stop...don't say anymore, they've gone too far!"

Knowing about their father-daughter relationship was a huge blow to me. No wonder they were always sneaking around; it turned out they were committing incest. He was enjoying it, and his daughter was at the prime of her life. It was truly a case of keeping the good stuff within the family!

When my son's restless hand reached for me again, as a woman, I responded to him passionately with my body language. His hand clumsily roamed over my body, and I guided it into my secret place—a place he had never explored before, the only part of my body he had never touched, even though he was born there.

I guided his hand inside my pajamas, gently stroking my clitoris through my underwear. He learned well, proactively slipping his hand inside my underwear, his nimble little hand gently rubbing my clitoris. A wave of intoxicating pleasure surged from my lower body, quickly spreading throughout my entire body, making me incredibly excited, panting, and trembling. Sensing my pleasure, he rubbed even harder. My clitoris engorged with blood, the feeling of burgeoning lust washing over me, and it was my own son doing it for me—the feeling was indescribable.

"Come on, my good son, Mommy wants you, needs you to do it, so…so good."

I pulled down his underwear, his penis rising high before me. I gently parted my son's legs, sat between them, and reached out to grasp his budding penis, gently rubbing it. The veins on his shaft were bulging, the glans resembling a mushroom cap. My hand moved slowly downwards, gripping his penis tighter and tighter, trying to hold it firmly in my hand.

My son's face contorted in a painful yet pleasurable expression, the beginning of his first experience with sex, taught to him by his mother. A glistening fluid seeped from the tip of his penis, running down his glans. My heart was pounding with desire.

For the first time, I lowered my head and gently licked the sticky fluid—my son's semen—involuntarily taking his glans into my mouth, sucking gently without hesitation, as if I wanted to take his entire penis into my mouth, letting my saliva mingle with his fluids.

My son rolled over and pinned me down. I hugged his head tightly and said, "Kiss Mommy, quick... kiss Mommy!"

His lips pressed against mine, and I responded quickly, sticking out my tongue and swirling it inside his mouth. We were tightly intertwined, our four lips seemingly glued together. Saliva dripped continuously from his mouth. The pleasure I felt from this incestuous act made me understand the true meaning of their father-daughter union. It was incredibly exciting!

My pajamas were open to one side, and my son's hand reached behind me to unhook my bra. My smooth, white breasts were revealed to him. He admired them, then gently encircled them with his hands, taking both breasts into his grasp. He couldn't put them down, constantly rubbing my bright red nipples. My areolas swelled with excitement, and he put one of my nipples in his mouth, as if trying to suck out milk.

Feeling my lower body thoroughly wet, with vaginal fluid seeping from my vaginal opening and soaking my underwear, I gestured for my son to take it off. When we were both naked, my son pounced on me, forcefully pushing his mother down. My vulva was already open, welcoming my son's arrival, the wetness welcoming his robust penis.

His hot penis paused briefly at the entrance of my vagina, and I guided it with my hand. His penis slowly slid into my vagina, the wet vaginal walls tightly gripping his genitals. He smoothly penetrated deep into my vagina, his penis completely submerged. Born from my vagina, and returning to my vagina, incest brought me unparalleled pleasure. My

son thrust skillfully, his penis always fully inside me. He also kneaded my breasts, which were covered in fragrant sweat, my hair disheveled on both sides.

The penis continued to thrust in and out, and the sticky fluid from my mother's genitals flowed down it. Perhaps because it was our first time having sex, my son ejaculated quickly. I felt a spasm in his genitals, and then he lay weakly on top of me. My sweat mingled with his, and his once thick penis now hung limply to one side, covered in the fluid from my genitals—the fluid from my own body, now selflessly offered to my son.

Suddenly, my son invited me to his class reunion.

"Why are you taking Mom there?" I asked curiously.

“I told my classmates I found a new girlfriend, a middle-aged beauty, but they didn’t believe me, so I’m going to bring you to meet them!”

“Get lost! Mom won’t do that kind of thing for you! What if someone recognizes you? It’ll be so embarrassing!”

My son walked up to me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. “Mom, please!”

Feeling his heavy breath and his warm arms around my waist, I was honestly quite confident in myself. Lost in his embrace, I agreed to his request.

That evening, we finished dinner early. My son waited for me in the living room while I, alone in my room, put on makeup, feeling a little uneasy. Finally, I changed into my work clothes, the kind that exudes the most mature womanly aura: a light gray suit jacket, a white shirt underneath, a short skirt that didn’t go past my knees, and flesh-colored stockings. At my son’s insistence, I didn’t wear underwear.

When my son and I appeared at the class reunion, it was all male classmates, only eight or nine people, I think!

His classmates seemed a little surprised to see me; I think they were captivated by my elegant and refined demeanor! They all applauded in welcome.

The party went smoothly, and my classmates invited me to dance one by one. I felt like I was back in the old days, the time when boys would chase after me.

My son became the object of my classmates' jealousy. Several classmates were arguing fiercely, seemingly saying that I wasn't his girlfriend. My son's face turned red, and he seemed very angry.

I went over to comfort him, but then one classmate said, "Jie, if she really is your girlfriend, why don't you two be affectionate in front of everyone!"

Several other classmates agreed, and I was a little flustered. At that moment, my son suddenly pulled me into his arms, his mouth pressed against my lipstick-covered lips. To save face for my son, I responded to his kiss, letting him kiss me, letting his tongue enter my mouth and swirl around inside.

I thought that was the end of it, but then my son's hand—through my clothes—slowly caressed me. Under the watchful eyes of his classmates, I dared not move. My son's hand became increasingly restless, even slipping inside my neck, causing the surrounding classmates to make lewd noises.

My face flushed crimson, and I whispered pleading in my son's ear, "Jie, please let go, please!"

Jie was unmoved; his hand was already inside my shirt, rubbing against my bra. I was terrified, not knowing what to do. My son suddenly pushed me down onto a large sofa, his hand slipping under my skirt. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, his hand touched my pubic hair directly. I couldn't help but plead, "Jie, let me go, please!"

Just then, one of my classmates said, "Jie, your mother's thighs are so white!"

I suddenly realized that they already knew I was Jie's mother. I had been deceived, and I struggled frantically.

Several classmates grabbed me and held me down tightly. Two of them grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I desperately tried to close my legs, but how could I be a match for the strong young men? My son pushed my skirt up from my thighs to my lower abdomen, completely exposing my naked lower body to him and his classmates.

My son frantically unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bare breasts exposed outside my bra. I tried to resist, but my hands were held down firmly by his classmates. His skilled hands reached behind my back, and the moment the bra straps were undone, my entire breasts were exposed. I twisted my body in shame and anger.

My breasts were played with like toys in his hands, and his classmates' lewd gazes swept over my body incessantly. My son suddenly knelt between my legs, spreading my thighs wide open, unable to cover my private parts. His tongue licked between my labia.

I felt waves of pleasure from my clitoris, gradually making my body go limp. My son's mouth was on my vulva, right in front of so many classmates. The pleasure in my lower body caused me to produce a lot of vaginal fluid, which he kept sucking into his mouth. My son didn't mind the wetness of my lower body at all, so much so that when his penis suddenly entered me, I let out a lewd sound.

"Fuck me, my good son, harder, fuck me..." came intermittent moans.

For the next while, I enjoyed the combined service of my son and his classmates. I had a penis in my mouth, sucking it constantly; I held a penis in each hand, masturbating two children; two other little ones were kneading my chest, my high breasts being played with and squeezed like toys; a little guy was kneeling beside my left foot, kissing my toes; and another boy was kissing my other thigh, licking it through my stockings; my son was thrusting between my warm vulva, the friction of his glans against my vagina producing a soft "plop" sound of vaginal fluid.

How exciting it was, having sex with eight or nine boys at the same time, one of whom was my son! I was intoxicated by the sea of sex. Children kept ejaculating, the semen shooting onto my face, breasts, thighs, and inside my vulva. My hair fell loosely on both sides, sticking to my head, neck, and face, indistinguishable between semen and sweat.

Until they all ejaculated, at least three children had ejaculated in my mouth, my mouth was almost covered with various kinds of semen, which I swallowed—it was the essence of boys! Semen kept gushing out of my vagina, and my body was covered in sticky fluid and saliva.

My son sat in my lap, his little thing dangling to one side. I lowered my head and took his entire penis into my mouth. My son mumbled indistinctly, "Mommy is so amazing, Mommy's vagina is so amazing!"

When the party ended, we took a bath together, and at least a few more children ejaculated. I got immense pleasure from my son and his classmates.

I never knew I was so lewd. In front of so many penises, I used the charm of a mature woman to deal with them until they all went limp. What an exciting thing it is for a woman! Imagine, a middle-aged woman wearing a suit suddenly reduced to wearing only a stocking in front of her son and classmates, showing them her naked body, letting them penetrate her wet vagina.

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