Growing up under the temptation of mother

The July night and breeze are poetic, the evening scenery picturesque, and the scattered stars, like bright pearls, hang in the boundless sky, illuminating this beautiful city. The
clear
river flowed quietly beneath a row of willow trees. Beside the willows lay a newly built residential area. Tall, sturdy sycamore trees were scattered haphazardly throughout the area, some branches extending beyond their trunks into the outside world. Beneath the dense foliage were rows of dilapidated shacks and low shacks built on vacant land. Interspersed among the dappled shadows were rows of small,
brightly
lit high-rise buildings. Dim streetlights were scattered sparsely in the dark corners, creating an atmosphere of exceptional 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, swayed and danced 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 trembling intensified. Her breasts, still tender and smooth from years of careful nurturing, bounced joyfully like two playful rabbits. Her lips grew increasingly dry, and soft, intermittent moans escaped her throat, sounding particularly lewd and alluring in the quiet night

. The beautiful woman couldn't remember when she started indulging in the pleasure of masturbation, nor how long she had been doing this every night, leaning against the window and ravaging herself. 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 herself
had
already spent countless sleepless nights. The beautiful woman inside the room was already slightly sweaty. Beads of sweat on her fair, full skin shone with a hot, translucent sheen, mingling with the constantly emanating, fresh, and pleasant scent of her perfume. Even she felt her own desire, like a burning fire, about to be ignited. Beneath the milky-white silk stockings, her skin, untouched by sunlight, remained so delicate and smooth for decades. In the dim light of the room, it became even more alluring. Her full, round, and voluptuous buttocks, and slender, straight legs, possessed a sexy and seductive beauty that no young girl could match—a mature woman's charm . In the 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 overwhelming pleasure, she slightly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and gazed at the mirror by the window, her breath coming in short gasps, suppressing her excited longing. In the smooth, bright mirror, a bewitchingly beautiful woman breathed heavily. Beneath her long eyelashes, her beautiful face held a pair of passionate black eyes, engorged with sweet excitement—a pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her entire being, a pleasure possessed by a mature body, immersed in wanton sex. A gentle evening breeze stirred, softly moving the curtains. Outside the window, lights twinkled, and the shadowy trees created a lush and eerie atmosphere. The night deepened, and a few scattered stars dotted the black swan-like sky, highlighting the desolate glow of the remaining lights. Inside, the beautiful woman was oblivious to everything else. Her long, glossy black hair, cascading over her shoulders, accentuated her flushed face, making her even more alluring. Her firm, full breasts stood proudly, a sight that would tempt any man. She 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, weeping uncontrollably. Her son was still young then; perhaps he couldn't truly understand the pain of losing a father, or a wife losing a husband. He simply cried because someone was missing from the family. But he knew he had lost his father and knew why he was crying. Yet, wasn't the pain in her son's heart even greater than her own? Every time she saw her son crying pitifully beside her, Jia'ai felt a pang of sorrow. She would hold him in her arms, burying his head in her braless nightgown. She gently stroked his little head, but he only cried loudly, shaking his head from Jia'ai's breasts . Jia'ai was aroused by her son's nagging, but no matter how she comforted and persuaded him, he wouldn't listen. Helpless, she unbuttoned her pajamas and gently pressed 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 made her feel ashamed. The touch of his mother's soft breasts, and the sweet, nostalgic taste, soon stopped Xiao Wei's crying. As her son's adorable hands touched Jia'ai's pearl-like breasts, the soft peaks were slowly deformed by his little hands. His open mouth continuously sucked on her swollen breasts and the firm, strong nipple, as if trying to draw milk, which increasingly aroused Jia'ai's maternal instincts, leaving her breathless .

On the other hand, Jia'ai felt a sweet excitement spreading through her body. The nipples, sucked by her son's tongue, hardened, and the pale pink gradually turned deep red. Jia'ai closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying her son's sucking on her breasts. Her whole body burned like fire, and unconsciously, she slowly 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 moan escaped her throat, and her whole body trembled. Suddenly, she lost her reason, repeatedly inserting her fingers into her burning, secret place, stirring the hot, sticky fluid… Whenever the lust subsided and she came to her senses, Jia'ai would feel deep self-reproach. She couldn't forgive herself, nor could she understand herself. Already past middle age, and a mother of a high school boy, why would she repeatedly do such unbecoming and lewd things? However, whenever her lustful desires arose, this sense of guilt was immediately and quickly dispelled by the passion surging from the depths of her body. Sweet memories and real pleasures constantly guided Jia'ai to the peak of orgasm as if in a dream, only to slowly fall back to reality, repeating this cycle endlessly. The intense pleasure fueled Jia's growing arousal, her hands moving with increasing speed and intensity as she frantically grasped and kneaded her breasts, causing her entire body to tremble. Her

black lace panties, soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid, exuded a damp, lewd scent, sliding down as she writhed. Jia scratched around her navel with her fingers, intensifying her already heightened arousal
. However
, 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 the depths of 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 and continue to torture her body until she could no longer bear it, so that the desire would become more intense. The dark red panties were already soaked and clung to her skin. Her garden below had a lewd crack, and the sensitive protrusion received the gentle stimulation from the panties, and then received the sweetest pleasure

. The increasingly intense pleasure kept assaulting her mind, stimulating her until she was in a daze. The strong desire for even deeper pleasure made her quickly insert her fingers into her panties, which were completely pressed against her skin. As she passed through the curly pubic hair, she found that the labia, which were soaked with sweat and love juice, had a very soft touch. Her body trembled with the anticipation of pleasure and she began to dig and scratch rapidly and violently. A moment later, the lust in her heart instantly reached its peak, and a stream of lustful fluid gushed out from her labia. Her head was throbbing with pleasure, her mind was in turmoil, and her body leaned weakly against the wall by the window. Her agitated emotions could not be calmed for a long time... "Knock, knock, knock," a loud and short knocking sound rang out at an inopportune time.

A slightly annoyed voice came from outside the door: "Mom, what are you doing? Can you hurry up? We're going to be late, and if you don't come out, I'm coming in." "Oh, I know, I'll be right out." Hearing her son's voice, Jia'ai woke up with a start 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 top university. Jia'ai looked at herself in the mirror again. Her cheeks were flushed like a tide, her eyes were sexy and moist, and her whole body was burning with desire, which still made her feel very
ashamed
. Although the brief but intense passion she had just experienced had almost exhausted her energy, leaving her weak and limp, Jia'ai knew she couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, her son might impulsively burst in, and if he saw her in this filthy and wanton state, she feared she would have no choice but to jump off a building. Jia'ai barely suppressed the remaining lust in her heart and hurriedly prepared to open the wardrobe to change her clothes. But then she realized that her underwear was filthy and unwearable due to the gushing fluids from her earlier outburst. Sighing inwardly, she decided to ignore it and quickly put on the dress she had prepared a month ago, without changing her underwear. The silky, thin dress perfectly showcased the beautiful curves of her full breasts and buttocks, making even herself marvel at how sexy and alluring her body was

. As dusk settled and the city lights began to twinkle, Jia'ai and Xiaowei sat facing each other in a penthouse suite on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the city center. The hotel was ablaze with lights, dazzling and vibrant; outside, the city bustled with activity, a constant flow of traffic; the city under the night sky was exceptionally lively, a scene of bustling prosperity. Gazing at Xiaowei sitting across from 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 the crystal-clear glass in front of her son and held it up to him, 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 "clang," and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mom. You've been the one who's suffered the most all these years. I should be thanking you." Hearing her son's heartfelt words, Jia'ai knew what he meant. Thinking of the emptiness and loneliness of being widowed all these years, the hardships and toil of life, and the worries and anxieties she had endured for her son's upbringing, a wave of sadness 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 of wine 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 seemed like endless happiness.

"You've really grown up, you've become a big young man," Jia'ai said with a mixture of affection and emotion after finishing her drink. Hearing his mother's heartfelt words, Xiaowei was also filled with thoughts. He recalled the countless times he had been bullied and mistreated
by
classmates and neighbors when he was a child, enduring humiliation and resentment in silence, hoping only to grow up quickly so he could spread his wings and fly high. Now, that day has finally arrived. The thought of university life, soon to come—his first step in spreading his wings—fills his eyes with a dreamlike light, revealing boundless longing and anticipation
.
Meeting her son's yearning gaze and resolute eyes, Jia'ai was filled with joy. She couldn't help but praise him again, saying, "My son is not only a young man now, but a handsome young man! Tsk, tsk, look how charming he is!" This was the first time Xiao Wei had heard his mother praise him as a man, not a child. He was slightly surprised and felt a little shy, but mostly overjoyed. He slowly turned his head, gazing intently at the beautiful woman before him for the first time. She wore a light blue gown, elegant and dignified, the soft silk fabric tightly hugging her mature and voluptuous body. Her curves were exquisite and shapely, and the soft, white skin shone brightly under the light, captivating and mesmerizing. He stared at her, mesmerized, for a long time before exclaiming in amazement, "Mom, you're so beautiful! It's true! Of all the mothers in the world, you're the most beautiful!" Jia'ai felt incredibly proud of her son's praise! For Jia'ai, her son's praise was undoubtedly the happiest thing in the world.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your mother! How dare you, you scoundrel son, joke about your old woman like that!" Jia'ai scolded him deliberately, but 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 heated up, a wave of heat washing over her
.
Her tight-fitting dress clung completely to her skin, showcasing her voluptuous curves. She even felt her breasts, like ripe watermelons, wanting to burst open, while her dress concealed her soft, curved, full breasts. This sexy sight was fully presented to her puberty-struck son, reigniting his previously interrupted desire, his face flushed with excited lust

. Jia'ai felt her body drenched in glistening sweat, as if a million ants were crawling all over her. Even sitting was painful. To calm her racing heart, she finished her drink. Soon, her mind became hazy, as if shrouded in a pinkish sunset, and she felt drowsy and disoriented. At that moment, being with her son made everything joyful. Unconsciously, Jia'ai became intoxicated by the wine, staring blankly at Xiao Wei. Mother and son gazed intently at each other under the dazzling lights, lost in thought for a long time… Night, like a black curtain, slowly descended, enveloping the earth. It seemed to tell people that the day's grand spectacle had come to an end, and now it was time to rest for a while, awaiting the start of tomorrow's grand show. Jia'ai and Xiao Wei, supporting each other, walked out of the hotel in the night, the warm, summery air filling the city

. Happiness and intoxication made Jia'ai unusually excited. Most of her body leaned limply against Xiaowei's arm, her soft, flushed flesh pressed tightly against her son's skin. Xiaowei had also drunk quite a bit; his head was buzzing, and he felt dizzy and disoriented as he walked
. Clinging to her mother's soft, hot body, it felt like touching a smooth, tender lump of dough—an indescribable pleasure. Her desire flared even more, her entire body becoming hot and parched. Her arms gently wrapped around her mother 's
body, rubbing and twisting incessantly. The two were like young lovers, tightly embracing each other. In their intoxicating entanglement, Xiao Wei's strong arms brushed against Jia Ai's breasts several times, sometimes even gently pressing against them. Though these were only fleeting touches, they stirred ripples in their hearts. Jia Ai felt herself melting into this enchanting, passionate summer night
.
A few gentle breezes blew by, caressing her warm face. The refreshing breeze instantly soothed Jia's mind, clearing her head and bringing her a bit of clarity. She was immediately startled to find herself almost completely pressed against her son's body, her large, soft breasts pressed tightly against his strong, muscular arms. Her full breasts were even distorted by the pressure. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she quickly used her remaining strength to shift her body slightly away from her son. She realized she was truly drunk; she should hurry home and rest. Jia thought to herself, but then... She thought of her dark, cold bedroom and the lonely bed within, and her mood immediately plummeted. Turning to look at her beloved daughter, who was practically entwined with her, she finally reconsidered her earlier decision. The summer night was long, the moon inviting, and it was a rare, peaceful day to spend alone with her daughter. It was such a happy time, why not linger a little longer? With that thought, she gently took Xiaowei's arm and whispered in his ear, "Mom seems a little drunk. Is it alright if I hold your arm for a while?" "W-this isn't appropriate," Xiaowei stammered, his face flushing slightly. "Good son! Didn't you just say that

Mommy is very beautiful? On this beautiful night, don't you think it would be very romantic for your beautiful mother to take a leisurely stroll with you?" "Oh, is that so? Okay then, son, I'll 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 is better there, and it's cooler." Night had deepened, and the number of pedestrians on the road had noticeably decreased. The summer night had finally ushered in its serene beauty. The entire city seemed to have fallen asleep under the gentle caress of the goddess of night; everything was so peaceful and serene. Only the gentle flow of the river, as it had for hundreds of years, carried the city's countless loves and hates, flowing slowly forward. The bright moonlight shone softly on the water's surface, the ripples reflecting the moon, the still shadows settling on the water, a scene as poetic and picturesque as a painting
. Not
far away, an arched bridge spans the river, its colorful lights constantly changing colors, resembling a magnificent rainbow. Thousands of lights hang in the water, rippling gently and flowing endlessly. A gentle summer breeze drifts from the river, carrying the faint fragrance of willows on the bank, scattering and brushing against the bare skin of pedestrians, giving a cool and moist feeling. Jia'ai seemed unusually engrossed. Thinking of the past, she leaned against Xiao Wei
,
walking slowly along the bluestone 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, disappearing without a trace, never to be found again
. r, uzv @, }$ x8 is& j7 }* e: _3 u
Once upon a time, I was young and naive, like countless other girls, carefree and innocent; once upon a time, I had a poetic youth, graceful and charming, with dreams of love and deep sisterhood; once upon a time, I experienced the shyness and nervousness of first love, and the heartbreak and anger of breakups; once upon a time, I felt the joy and happiness of reuniting with my classmates, and the sadness and longing of parting with them; once upon a time, I experienced the sweetness of entering marriage, and the pain of saying goodbye to my husband; once upon a time, I experienced the happiness of giving birth, and the hardship of raising children alone; now, decades have passed like the river flowing slowly beside the bluestone path, never to return. Her first love has vanished, her former lover is nowhere to be found; the joys of her youth have faded, her 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 newlyweds. So many old memories and events now seem ethereal and elusive, only scattered and blurry figures remaining in her memory. The only one truly tangible and real person she has always had is the increasingly robust young man she is holding hands with. This young man is her son, whom she has raised and nurtured with such hardship and youth, and now he can finally lean on her. But the son she has raised with such care is now grown up, and in a few months, he will leave her, spread his wings, and fly away. When he achieves success and returns home, where will he settle down? How much longer could she lean on those broad, strong shoulders? A child grows up and is no longer under his mother's control; a fledgling bird must eventually fly alone—this is an eternal truth. She was his most beloved family member, his mother, so how could she, for her own selfish desires, bind her son's wings?
"
Fly as you please," Jia'ai silently decided. "As long as you are happy and joyful, wherever you want to go, Mom will add feathers and plumage to help you soar." Thinking this, Jia'ai glanced sideways at her son nestled against her, feeling 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, leaning his entire body against her like a patient. Jia'ai was startled and felt 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 pull him up. "What's wrong ? Xiaowei, what happened? Are you feeling unwell? Are you alright?
"
Jia'ai felt a surge of shame, inwardly cursing herself for being so careless as a mother. After getting drunk, she only cared about her own enjoyment and didn't realize that her son had been dazed and unsteady from the start, already quite drunk! She suddenly remembered that Xiaowei seemed to have drunk quite a bit at the hotel. Jia'ai hurriedly helped Xiaowei to the side of the road, slowly moving her son against a lamppost. She placed her left hand on his arm for support, and waved wildly at the oncoming cars with her right hand, jumping and bouncing along with her movements, hoping to attract the attention of drivers and get a taxi. But now it was late, and there were far fewer cars. The few that occasionally passed by were all occupied. Drivers spent their days stuck in traffic and at red lights, spending more time stopping than driving – it was incredibly frustrating! Now, nearing midnight, with no one around, they finally had a chance to drive smoothly. They were focused solely on driving forward, oblivious to the pedestrians on the roadside. When they saw Jia'ai, waving frantically like an ant on a hot plate, they sped past her as if she were invisible, leaving only the whooshing sound of the car. Jia'ai waved

even more frantically, but the drivers treated her like she didn't exist, not even bothering to acknowledge her or blink, their minds solely on driving forward. Time flew by with the passing cars. Jia'ai had lost track of how long she and her son had been waiting. Watching her son's complexion worsen, his skin gradually turning from a ruddy red to pale, she was truly worried, a mix of anxiety and fear creeping in. Her son had never drunk alcohol before, but today, in his excitement, he had consumed so much. Jia'ai wondered if there would be any serious consequences
. Seeing the dwindling traffic, she lost her temper and, fueled by alcohol, reverted to her shrewish nature from when she was a widow arguing with her neighbors. She launched into a tirade of insults at their cars, forgetting all about basic genetics. A
string of obscene phrases spilled from her mouth: "You blind bastards, you're all pig-born sluts, you're all animals that crawled out of pigsties! Your parents raised you with cow dung, and you've stuffed your consciences back into donkey asses! You blind bastards can't even see your mother!" "They should see their old mother lying here unconscious by now. These heartless bastards, sooner or later their offspring will all be born without an anus, and their male offspring without a penis, all of them will make my lineage cut off!" After a burst of cursing and shouting, Jia Ai felt a bit better, but no matter how vehemently she cursed, the problem remained unsolved. She couldn't help but regret her actions. She realized her family wasn't what it used to be; they were now quite well-off, with some spare money. She should have bought a car long ago. She had considered it several times in the past two years, but always found learning to drive troublesome, and kept putting it off. Now, with the situation urgent, she remembered the benefits of owning her own car. If she were driving, she wouldn't be stuck in traffic and suffering like this. She secretly resolved to learn to drive after tonight and buy a car afterward. But that was a matter for the future; distant water couldn't quench immediate thirst, especially since she hadn't even found the water yet. What should she do now? Jia'ai's head started throbbing again. Suddenly, an idea flashed into her mind: money! The ancients said money could make the devil turn the millstone; in modern times, with money, why worry about not being able to hail a taxi? Thinking this, she hurriedly reached into her pocket and rummaged around, quickly pulling out a handful of red bills. These were the leftovers from

paying the hotel bill earlier; she'd been too dazed to put them back in her purse then, just stuffing them in her pocket. She hadn't expected them to come in so conveniently now. Jia'ai waved the wad of banknotes around on the side of the road, swaying unsteadily. Xiao Wei, already sprawled under a streetlamp, looked like a pair of lunatics running around in the middle of the night. But thankfully, the ancients weren't wrong. Whether money could make the devil turn the millstone, Jia'ai didn't know, but tonight she finally understood that money really could. Driven by their desire for the red bills, drivers on the road could no longer ignore the presence of Jia'ai and her child. They slowed down, their eyes wide with suspicion as they stared at the drunk woman and the red bills in her hand. Clearly, they were struggling internally, unsure whether to stop and take a look. Then, hesitantly, they slowly drove away without lingering. Ultimately, fear overcame desire. They didn't believe that a windfall could 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 people chose to give up. They preferred not to be greedy for the easy money rather than take such a huge risk
.
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 had collapsed on the ground, into the car. Then Jia'ai told the driver that she had only one request: hurry! The taxi

sped along the wide road. Sitting in the car, Jia'ai looked at her son's slightly pale face, who was sleeping on the back seat beside her. She felt a pang of heartache. The car seemed to be crawling, constantly urging the driver in front to move forward. Suddenly, she felt that the journey home was so far away, as if it were a world away. Finally arriving home, Xiaowei 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, Xiaowei collapsed onto Jia'ai's bed, rolled twice, and then lay still. Jia'ai took off Xiaowei's suit jacket, loosened his tie and shirt, and finally unbuckled his belt to pull his trousers down. At this moment, Xiaowei, wearing only 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 awake. Looking at his face, which had regained some color, she was surprised but also relieved; it seemed her son wasn't seriously injured. 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 Xiaowei struggled to lift his head, only managing halfway before collapsing back down, coughing violently. 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 but couldn't manage it. A wave of love 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 slowly lowered her face, her trembling lips, still moist with warm water, to her son's mouth. " Mmm,
mmm
." The moment their lips touched, they stiffened instantly. Xiao Wei was startled and opened his eyes abruptly, feeling the soft, moist lips pressed against his. Xiao Wei's eyes were closed as if in a trance, and he made intermittent "uh, uh" sounds, as if he were thirstily drinking the water flowing from his mother's mouth
.
Jia'ai regretted her impulsive actions, but the slightly alcohol-scented breath from her son's nostrils continued to tantalize 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 sudden fluster, mixed with shyness, and looked down, unsure what to do. A moment of silence fell over the room, an awkward atmosphere spreading around them. 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 amusement, "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. Please, please, just once more." 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 went numb, and she succumbed to her son's unreasonable request. She said tremblingly, " Mommy can agree to that, but only this once." If her son had been in critical condition and needed her to save him, would she still have had so many reservations? Just think of it as CPR. If you don't consciously think about it, you won't feel so burdened. Jia'ai comforted herself, forcibly suppressing her unease. She picked up the cup, parted her lips slightly, and took another 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, even feeling sweat slowly seeping from her snow-white skin tightly wrapped in her clothes. A surge of excitement welled up inside her, and she cooperated even more fully 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 she held 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 desire. Her slightly disheveled hair was tilted back, her alluring body straightened, and her two fair arms wrapped tightly around her son, holding him firmly against her hot, high breasts. The handsome, strong boy before her was her son, her very, unmistakable son. Stimulated by alcohol and lust, Jia'ai was somewhat incoherent. As Xiao Wei's head was held tightly against Jia'ai's full breasts... At that moment, the skin felt soft and supple against hers, like lying on a sponge, extremely comfortable. Excitedly, she pressed her face tightly against Jia'ai. Xiao Wei, about to enter university, still clung to his mother like a baby, constantly squirming and wriggling. Jia'ai couldn't help but recall the time when her son was little, when she and her husband, wanting to cultivate his independence, insisted on sleeping separately from him. He cried and fussed, insisting on sleeping with her and suckling at her breast. Back then, her son was so infatuated with her, as if she were his everything; he even went two days without eating because of it. And now, that infatuated little boy had returned, giving her even greater passion .

Jia'ai's heart raced with excitement at the thought, 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 was tantamount to sharing a pillow, practically incest. Although Jia'ai was somewhat intoxicated and infatuated, the immense pressure of social ethics compelled her to instinctively refuse this unreasonable request almost without thinking. But just as she was about to utter the words, she saw the pitiful, yearning expression on her son's face, and Jia'ai was momentarily stunned
.
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 the neighbor's child playing with a toy car. He found it fascinating and begged the little boy to lend him the car for a while. But the little boy had just gotten his own car and was still very excited about it, so he refused. After begging for a long time without getting to play with the car, the little boy, annoyed by her persistence, 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 dad to buy you one?" The little boy knew her son didn't have a father; he might have just wanted to get rid of her annoying son, but he deeply hurt him. Her son ran back crying, begging her to buy him a bigger one. Although her son didn't say why, Jia'ai knew he wanted to spite the little boy. Only Jia'ai knew her son's true purpose: it was simply to protect his wounded pride. It was a child's fragile self-esteem. Even knowing the whole story, even after her son threw a tantrum, crying and begging for a whole week, Jia'ai still wouldn't give in to his demands. She didn't buy him the big thing, nor the small one. The reason was simple: she was struggling to support her family at the time, how could she afford to let him squander money? After several days of crying and fussing, her son finally gave up, knowing his mother would never agree, and never mentioned it again. But the pleading, sadness, grievance, and despair in his eyes when he begged Jia'ai for the last time, and when she refused him for the last time, pierced Jia'ai's heart like a bone thorn, still frequently appearing before her eyes. The direct result of that incident was that her son never spoke to that little neighbor again, rarely interacted with others, and became taciturn. Fortunately, over the years, as time passed and he grew older, he 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 grew up without a father and in poverty, he always wore old clothes, ate salty food, and used cheap, worn-out items that others looked down upon. He endured much scorn at school and bullying outside, but he always silently suffered, keeping his grievances bottled up inside. He almost never revealed his feelings to others, only occasionally showing his emotions to her, and only finding solace and comfort in her presence.
Now
, seeing 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 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 promises you, 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 morning
. Under her son's wide-eyed gaze, Jia'ai
shyly reached behind her back, picked up the zipper of her dress, and with a soft "zip," pulled it open slightly from the back. She then slowly pulled the dress off. The dress floated down to her feet, revealing a large expanse of Jia'ai's fair skin and alluring lingerie

. She could hear Xiaowei swallowing hard when he saw Jia'ai wearing only a dark red bra, and his gaze lingered on her, as if he were licking every inch of her body. Seeing her son's restrained urge, like a wolf encountering its prey, Jia'ai felt confused and afraid again, her heart trembling. A mother, exposing her fair and delicate body, letting her soon-to-be college student sleep beside her—this was undoubtedly a dangerous thing. One wrong step could lead to a serious crime. Had she acted rashly, without considering the consequences? No, she was just too worried, that's why she was so suspicious and uneasy. Xiaowei wouldn't do something so indecent
. [
Jia'ai forcefully dismissed the thought that might lead to a terrible mistake, then smiled at Xiaowei, deliberately feigning nonchalance. She lifted her legs one at a time, pulling her dress, which 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 hide the bulge in her thighs that her son was staring at; instead, she avoided the water spilled on the sheets while picking up a towel and lying down next to Xiaowei. "Oh, Mom, my beautiful, dear Mom, your son loves you so much," Xiaowei murmured absentmindedly
. ]

$ y( ` ^, qs! n3 s2 m. Jia'ai hurriedly touched Xiaowei's head, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Feeling better? Are you alright now?" She then stroked Xiaowei's short hair. Xiaowei shook his head slightly, and Jia'ai, feeling somewhat relieved, was startled when Xiaowei's hands, which had somehow somehow slipped inside her chest and were now playing with her breasts. Xiaowei, oblivious to Jia'ai's panic, was already aroused by his mother's soft, smooth flesh, his only desire being to ravage her full, slippery body even more forcefully. He pressed himself even closer to her. Seeing Jia'ai startled by his bold actions, he gasped and pleaded, "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 intensely, almost consuming her. But now she had no time to think further; she was already... Feeling the man's burning body and intense desire, she quickly arched her back, bracing herself against the bed, trying to move away from her son. She shouted at 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 an inch. Xiaowei's hands touched her breasts, then he gripped them tightly, including the lace bra. "Ah, ah, these are breasts, Mommy's breasts," Xiaowei murmured, roughly kneading her breasts. This wild action startled Jia'ai, but her son's fascination with her body also subtly excited her. Perhaps he just needed to feel safe by touching her breasts, Jia'ai reassured herself. At the same time, the itchy sensation emanating from her breasts was a real stimulation, gradually turning into waves of pleasure that washed over Jia'ai's entire body. Although Jia'ai was also overwhelmed by lust, feeling almost ecstatic and completely relaxed, reason told her
that
they were mother and son, and she could not succumb to physical temptation. So she grabbed Xiaowei's hand, stopping him from fondling her full breasts, and breathlessly said to the boy, "Stop, Xiaowei, stop for a moment, Mom has something to tell you." But the boy, like a wild horse, could no longer control his thoughts. 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 won't touch anywhere else." These words reminded Jia'ai that she was being caressed by her own son. If she took one wrong step, she would fall into the terrible trap of incest. This vigilance made Jia'ai tremble with guilt. But this fear only made her female organs even more aroused. It was obvious that her nipples, beneath her bra, were shyly protruding forward. If those lips were to touch them… Jia'ai had just thought this when her despicable son, as if seeing through her fear, suddenly reached inside her bra. Her sensitive, beautiful breasts were enveloped by his hand, which directly kneaded the curved mounds of flesh. A sweet pain immediately overwhelmed Jia'ai's senses.

A last shred of reason told Jia'ai that she was about to be defiled 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 persuade Xiao Wei, who was consumed by lust. Jia'ai's body, as if under anesthesia, was finally stripped off her expensive bra. The tips of her pearly, beautiful nipples, the adorable pink tips, were revealed. Xiao Wei swallowed hard, then used his hot lips to bite Jia Ai's exposed, trembling nipple, which she felt shyly exposed. He began to bite it wantonly. A numbing pleasure vibrated through her skin, and Jia Ai couldn't help but let out a scream-like moan. This was probably an instinctive response to awaken Jia Ai's sexual desire. Xiao Wei made muffled sounds as he began to suck on the easily aroused nipple. The adorable little nipple, played with by his son's lips and tongue, swelled several times its normal size in the hot saliva.
Xiao Wei
's teeth gently bit Jia Ai's tender, firm nipple, while Jia Ai was already overwhelmed by desire, uncontrollably panting, "Ah, ah, ah, ah" sounds leaking from her mouth from time to time. Like hot lava, her love juice gushed from her private parts, wetting her panties. Her breasts were being kneaded and sucked by her grown-up son's fingers, accompanied by moans of 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, play with you, oh mommy, mommy!" Even in her drunken state, Jia Ai could still feel the surge of male desire emanating from the base of her thighs. Stimulated by her son's lewd words, Jia Ai trembled all over. However, the fear of incest outweighed the physical pleasure. As she regained a little sober, she tried to escape from Xiao Wei, desperately twisting her body. This only caused her full, smooth thighs to rub against Xiao Wei's penis in his underwear, further fueling his lust. He continued to shake his body more vigorously, rubbing and kneading his mother's soft, alluring body. At the same time, he made incoherent moans like "Oh, ya, yeah, ah" like a wild beast, mixed with indistinct "ooh, ooh, ooh" sounds coming from deep within his clenched teeth, making the atmosphere in the room even more lewd. Suddenly, Jia'ai, already lost in passion
,
sensed her son's sudden change and instantly realized what the man on top of her was about to do. She immediately hugged her son tightly, whose body had already stiffened. Her son's body trembled, his mind felt like it was about to take flight, his desire swelled to its peak, and extreme pleasure erupted from his penis. He could no longer control himself, and streams of semen sprayed out like machine gun fire… After a long while, Xiao Wei felt his body fall back to the ground, then suddenly collapsed, lying weakly on Jia'ai's body, panting, unable to move. Jia'ai lay on the bed, tightly holding her son's body. After enjoying the passion, she also let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief and sighing inwardly, finally avoiding the terrible incestuous relationship
.
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, whispering in Jia Ai's ear with fear and guilt, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm not human. You can 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 died many years ago. Blaming her son for his recklessness seemed pointless, especially since 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, it was done; 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 wasn't in the mood to think about it. Xiao Wei was still lying beside her, constantly blaming himself, which made Jia'ai feel a pang of sadness. Sigh, what a hateful yet pitiful child. Jia'ai forced herself to compose herself, gently patted her son's head, and softly comforted him: 5 z# s t9 c9 c8 d

"Okay, okay, Xiaowei, stop blaming yourself. Mom doesn't blame you for this. It's alright, 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, lying motionless like a baby having its diaper changed. His dark brown glans had gradually lost its virility and was filled with white semen. Pubic hair had unknowingly grown on Xiaowei's genitals. Jia'ai used a towel from beside the bed to wipe his still semi-erect penis. The pungent smell of male semen made the mature woman's blood boil. Jia'ai found it difficult to resist the dizziness brought on by the smell. In a gentle tone, Jia'ai said to Xiaowei, "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 pajamas, Xiaowei was already lying on his side, arms outstretched, legs spread, his body twisted into a spiral shape, fast asleep, breathing softly through his nostrils. Looking at her son's strange posture, Jia'ai couldn't help but chuckle, a faint smile appearing on her lips. He must be exhausted today. Although it was just a bit of a commotion, it was still the first time for this boy who was growing every day. Yes, what man hasn't gone through this process of growing up? And what man doesn't grow up with such experiences? Jia'ai stared blankly at her son, who was fast asleep on the bed .

Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. Her son had finally grown up, truly grown up. His strong body, enormous penis, and boundless lust all testified to this. Today, she had finally 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, would her son, now experienced, 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 shone on 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. A saying came to mind: Life is like a vast, endless net, always drawing you in without your knowledge. The more you struggle to escape, the tighter the net binds you, until finally you are powerless to struggle anymore, willingly falling into the abyss … w9 k% l- b5 c0 z

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/144513.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=144513&aspx=1

Previous Page : A vibrant youth

Next Page : Alluring stepmother

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Growing up under the temptation of mother

comment Open a new window to view comments