Mother-son incest

Since my husband's death, my life had been empty, lonely, and utterly boring. Unexpectedly, during a trip, I met him by chance, leading to a tragic love affair. We had a relationship that went beyond friendship, ending my widowhood.
A little over a year ago, my husband passed away from a brain tumor, leaving me heartbroken and depressed for a while. Fortunately, he left behind a considerable fortune, ensuring my financial security and easing my worries.
Because life was so monotonous and lonely, my mother-in-law suggested I sign up for a group tour. My daughter, in high school, and my son, in middle school, also urged me to get away for a while. So, I accepted their suggestion and decided to go on a trip.
I met him on the tour bus. Our seats were in the same row; mine was by the window, and his was by the aisle. He politely introduced himself, saying that after graduating from university, he worked for a company, and this was a special vacation after completing a year of service. He was traveling alone to relieve the stress and fatigue of the year.
Looking at him, he was quite handsome and robust, a very likeable and mature young man. Traveling alone felt rather lonely, so having a young man of the opposite sex to chat with wasn't bad! Thus, we became close friends despite our age difference, sitting side-by-side on the tour bus, chatting animatedly while enjoying the scenery.
His witty conversation further increased my positive feelings towards him.
His name was Wen Jianguo, twenty-seven years old, single and unmarried.
And I? A widow in my early forties, sixteen or seventeen years older than him. But somehow, it seemed as if we were destined to meet, causing ripples to stir in my heart, which had become almost still. My desire stirred, and my lower body became itchy and wet.
This inexplicable feeling stirred within me—in an instant—a desire to seduce him, to make him my lover. Let me experience the youthful vigor, the passion, the wildness, the ruggedness, the valor of a young, strong man—what it's like! What different pleasures await? After all, I've been a widow for over a year, and I've done right by him! I still have a long life ahead of me, and I simply cannot endure this loneliness and emptiness any longer!
There's a saying: "Thirty is easier, forty is the hardest, fifty is the worst." This describes the most painful and unbearable time for women at this age when they lose their partner. Many may consider this an exaggeration and dismiss it. However, for married women who have enjoyed sexual intimacy for ten or twenty years, the sudden loss of sex is a pain that outsiders can never truly understand or feel.
Of course, there are women who remain widows after their husbands' deaths, but the amount of determination and endurance they mustered, the countless nights of torment and suffering from sexual desire they endured—this is something not every widow could do or bear.
I, however, could not do it, could not endure it. Because in my blood lies an innate passion, a wildness, and a latent lustful, strong desire. Without male comfort for a long time, I would surely die of thirst and despondency. To die in such torment would be utterly worthless; I would rather open my heart and enjoy myself.
That night, instead of joining the other group activities, we stayed at the same hotel. He suggested having dinner, drinks, and conversation in his room, and I gladly accepted! This was exactly what I wanted! I thought—if we stayed in the same room, what would others think of our relationship? Judging by our age and appearance, we really looked like a "mother and son"! Whatever! Let them think what they want!
We ate, drank, and chatted. To be honest, this was the happiest and most joyful meal I'd had with a man since my husband passed away over a year ago. It made me feel exhilarated, as if I were reliving my girlhood, indulging in the joys of romance. We continued until we were both full and slightly tipsy.
"Auntie, I'm so happy and joyful today! I never expected to meet you on my trip. Not only did you give me a wonderful companion during this solitary journey, but we also hit it off immediately and had a wonderful chat. Thank you so much for relieving my loneliness and boredom during the trip. Thank you even more for having dinner, drinks, and chatting with me."
"Mr. Wen! Please don't be so polite. I'm the one who should be thanking you. You've gone to so much trouble to treat me to dinner and drinks, and for keeping me company. You've also relieved my loneliness and boredom during the trip."
"Alright, alright, let's not be so formal. You're my elder, and we should treat you well."
"Look at you, telling me not to be polite, but you're being even more polite."
"I'm sorry, I misspoke, okay!"
"Hmm, that's more like it!" I said, feigning a slightly coquettish tone.
"Auntie! Why are you traveling alone? Why aren't your husband and children with you?" "
My husband passed away over a year ago from a malignant brain tumor. I was so lonely and bored at home that I joined a tour group to get away and clear my head. My two children are in school and can't come with me, so I'm traveling alone."
"Oh! I see. I'm sorry, Auntie! I brought up your painful past."
"It's alright. He's been dead for over a year now. The sadness has gone too far. There's nothing left to be sad about. As the saying goes, 'Death is death, death is the end.' Everything is over! This world belongs to the living, not the dead. We living people have the right to enjoy life. Don't you think so, young man?"
"Auntie is absolutely right. I feel the same way. Life is only a few short decades to live. If we don't enjoy it, we've wasted our time in this wonderful world. We're just fools, complete idiots, working so hard every day without any enjoyment. What's the point of living?"
"You're absolutely right. So, what do you do for fun after work?"
"After work, I mostly stay in my rented apartment, watching TV or reading books and magazines. Sometimes I go to a movie or have a couple of drinks to kill time."
"Why don't you invite your girlfriend out for a walk or a chat?"
"Auntie! I don't have a girlfriend yet!"
"What? You don't have a girlfriend? I don't believe it. With your handsome, strong, and tall appearance, plus your college degree, how could you not have a girlfriend? I simply won't believe it."
"Really, I'm not lying to you, Auntie! I'm a young man who's just entered society. I have no financial foundation at all, and my family isn't well-off either. I'm the eldest son, and I have many younger siblings, so I have to send half of my monthly salary home to help support the family. The trip I took this time was only possible because I received a bonus for outstanding work performance. Dating a girlfriend costs money everywhere. Besides sending half of my salary home, I don't have much left. I also have to pay for rent and living expenses. Where would I find the extra money to date a girlfriend? Anyway, I'm still young. I can wait a few years until my financial situation is better before I date a girlfriend!"
After listening to his explanation, I felt inexplicably excited. It turned out that this big boy in front of me didn't even have a girlfriend. He might even be a virgin. Already feeling aroused, and with the lingering effects of the alcohol I'd just drunk emboldening me, I asked without hesitation or restraint, quite bluntly and openly: "Young man
! So you've never been in contact with a woman before, and have never experienced what it's like to be with one?" "
Yes, Auntie! I've never been in contact with a woman before, and I have no idea what it's like to be with one. Tonight is the first time I've eaten, drunk, and chatted with you!"
"Really? You're not lying to me?"
"It's true, believe it or not, Auntie, are you a woman?"
"Of course I'm a woman! Why are you asking?"
"I've never seen what a woman's naked body looks like before. Auntie, let me see, okay?"
"...That's so embarrassing, and—Auntie isn't young anymore, my figure isn't as slender and pretty as a young girl's!" Although I said that, I was actually already eager to taste this 'virgin man's' unique flavor!
"It's okay! Auntie, let me see!"
"No! I'm embarrassed!"
"Then I'll show you mine, and you show me yours, okay?"
"Alright!" I couldn't resist him, so I agreed. Actually, I was using a 'playing hard to get' tactic. In fact, I hadn't seen or played with a man's 'penis' for over a year, and I really wanted to see if his looked like my ideal? If it suited my taste?
Upon hearing my agreement, he eagerly stripped naked, standing before me. His thick, long, and enormous penis, seemingly about to explode, certainly didn't disappoint. The glans was the size of a child's fist, a glistening purplish-red, with prominent veins. His entire penis was erect, almost touching his lower abdomen!
"Wow! My God!" I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. What a magnificent, hard, thick, and enormous "big meat stick"! This was the thing I had always dreamed of, the thing I had longed for. My precious treasure! My wish had come true, and I couldn't help but reach out and grasp it.
"Wow!" So thick, so hard, so hot; my small hand could barely hold it. I tested its length—"Good heavens!"—at least eight inches. I tried to move it with my hand; it didn't move, standing straight and hard, like an iron rod. No! The iron rod was hard, but cold. Yet this one was hard and hot, like a red-hot iron rod, alive and vibrant.
My heart was pounding in my chest. My eyes were glued to his erect, large penis. I never imagined his penis would be so "spectacular," twice as thick and long as my dead husband's. A surge of excitement coursed through me, and I cupped that "giant club" in both hands and stroked it. The grooves and barbs on that mound of flesh were thick and hard, like a large mushroom atop it. I was truly captivated, so I squatted down, brought my face close, and rubbed it against my cheek.
"Auntie! I've already shown you mine! Why won't you show me yours?"
"I—I—I'm shy!"
"That's not fair! I've already shown you mine, and I'm not shy, so why are you shy? If you don't show me yours, then I won't show you mine either, and I'm going to put my clothes on!"
"Fine! You little devil, Auntie will show you!" I had no choice but to show him.
So, I stood up and took off all my clothes until I was completely naked. He stared intently at my naked body and between my legs, at my thick, dark pubic hair.
I also stared at his genitals and noticed that his penis was even more erect, high, and hard, as if it might burst at any moment.
Wen Jianguo was also stunned by the sight of this middle-aged beauty, her voluptuous, snow-white, sexy, and mature body!
"Wow!" What a sexy and charming body, so beautiful and delicate, like a blooming flower, dazzling and radiant, a masterpiece of God. A pair of large, firm, snow-white breasts, with brownish-red nipples the size of grapes, and bright red areolas; a flat abdomen with fine gray wrinkles, a deep navel, and a large patch of thick, black pubic hair covering the entire mons pubis, obscuring the view below.
"Auntie! I can't see clearly! Let me see more clearly, okay?" he said, forcefully trying to spread my legs.
I cried out, "Ah...no...don't..."
He ignored my cries, picked me up, and laid me on the bed. He then got on the bed himself, adopting a 69 position, admiring and playing with each other's genitals.
“Auntie! I want to take a good, careful look at your big, fat hole.”
“Ah! How embarrassing… I’m so ashamed… There’s nothing to see… You… you… don’t look…”
“What’s there to be ashamed of? There’s no one else in the room, Auntie! Don’t be embarrassed! Spread your legs wider so I can see more clearly! Please! Please!”
I couldn’t resist him, so I had to agree: “Okay! Look all you want!” My legs spread wide, completely exposing my mysterious “private possession” to him.
He smiled happily, brought his face close to my legs, and gently parted the two “petals” under my thick pubic hair with both hands. He not only parted the “petals”, but also kept stroking them and the thick pubic hair, making me tremble and get goosebumps.
On the one hand, I felt somewhat ashamed, and on the other hand, I felt inexplicably excited. Looking at the expression on his face, I knew he was just as excited as I was. I saw him breathing heavily, his hot breath constantly spraying onto my mons pubis.
"Little brother! Let me take a closer look at your thing... Auntie... It's been over a year since I've seen a man's thing!"
His penis was erect in front of me, indeed quite magnificent. Truly befitting a young man, firm, strong, and upright, it possessed the imposing presence and spirit of a warrior, a real treasure, a fine "meat stick." Seeing it filled me with joy, inexplicable excitement, and soaring desire. I rubbed it against my cheek, caressed it, and cherished it. Because it had been so long since I'd touched a man's genitals, my excitement gradually intensified.
Just looking and touching wasn't enough, not stimulating enough. So—without hesitation, I began to suck and lick it.
"Ah... Ah... Auntie..." he groaned.
I took his "big meat stick" deep into my mouth, then gently stirred, sucked, and licked his glans with my tongue, in and out, swallowing and releasing his shaft. A strange, intense urge and stimulation made me lick and suck his penis incessantly, without tiring, my interest surging.
"Ah...so good...so comfortable...Auntie...you're really something...oh..." He was probably experiencing this for the first time, shouting with joy. His large glans became slippery in my mouth, and some secretions seeped out. I sucked and licked it relentlessly, enjoying it immensely.
"Wow! So comfortable, so satisfying. I...I've never tasted this before...Auntie...dear Auntie...you're really my dear Auntie...my fleshy Auntie...it's so beautiful..." he cried out again.
His fingers continued to caress my wet "petals" and pubic hair, and I continued to lick and suck his penis. But deep down, I longed to insert it into my "flower house" as soon as possible, to fill it and satisfy it.
I cried out in my heart, "I want it... I want it inside me..."
Suddenly, he pressed his hands against my head, panting, "Auntie! Don't lick... don't suck anymore... I can't take it anymore..."
Seeing his expression and hearing his cries, I knew he was approaching climax and about to ejaculate. Ignoring his cries, I sucked desperately.
"Ah... Auntie... dear Auntie... I... I ejaculated..." A thick, hot stream of semen gushed out, filling my mouth, which I swallowed without hesitation.
"Ah... dear Auntie... so beautiful... so comfortable... your oral skills are amazing..."
I spat out his now-softened penis, first licking off the semen that clung to it with my tongue, then gently stroking it in my hand, asking, "Jianguo, was it comfortable? Did it hurt?"
"Dear Auntie! So comfortable, so pleasurable! Your oral skills are amazing, so wonderful! Now it's my turn to repay your 'gift' and let you experience my oral skills too!"
He then brought his mouth to my vulva, licking and biting with fierce passion, occasionally plunging his tongue deep into my vagina to stir it.
Ah! That was when I had intense desires, and no man was there to relieve them, I couldn't suppress or control myself, so I masturbated with my fingers, achieving intense pleasure, especially when he gently bit my clitoris with his teeth, it was unbearably itchy.
"Oh! Oh... Jianguo... you little devil... stop licking... Auntie... itchy... itchy to death... I can't stand it anymore... ahh... don't bite... it's so sore... you... you're teasing... teasing Auntie to death... you're... you're killing me... oh..."
I was saying one thing, while my buttocks were desperately raised and thrusting towards his mouth, yearning for his tongue to go deeper and stimulate me more. This made me tremble all over, a wonderful feeling of complete ecstasy, waves of passion and pleasure, nourishing my "flower room" that had been almost dry for more than a year.
From the tip of his tongue, he gave me waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming me. My "petals" that hadn't been caressed by a man for more than a year were now overflowing like a flood, releasing a lot of lustful fluid, unstoppable, all of which he swallowed! At this moment, I was blindly pursuing this wave of pleasure. I was intoxicated by the excitement and passion, and no matter what strange movements or tricks he made, I would accept them without hesitation. Because, in this wonderful wave of excitement, I was almost going crazy.
"Wow! My God!" The young man was amazing, so cute, and so captivating. His penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard and erect again after being caressed by my delicate hand. "
Jianguo! Good boy... don't... don't lick... don't bite... don't suck anymore... hurry... hurry and put your big cock... into Auntie's... little hole... Auntie... is so itchy... can't hold back anymore... good boy... listen to me... hurry... hurry... put it in..."
Seeing my expression and wanton state, Jianguo was also aroused, his penis swelling. So he jumped off the bed, grabbed a big pillow, and put it under my fat buttocks. He spread my legs apart and raised them, standing on the edge of the bed in a "pushing the cart" position, holding his big cock, and first used the big glans to grind against my clitoris, making me incredibly itchy all over, mixed with a sour, numb, and tingling sensation. It felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. The hollow feeling in my mons pubis, in particular, is indescribable.
"Good Jianguo! My dear son... my sweetheart... Auntie... my little hole is so itchy... my whole body is so uncomfortable... stop teasing me... stop rubbing... Auntie really... can't hold back anymore... hurry... hurry and put it in... please... my little darling..." I couldn't help but cry out.
Jianguo also felt that if he didn't give me a good hard time now, I would hate him for the rest of my life. So, aiming at my hairy, sexy, bright red vaginal opening, he thrust forward forcefully, and with a "plop!" sound, his large glans slid in.
"Ouch...oh my god...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
"Auntie! Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes! My little darling, that sudden thrust from you just now really hurt me, but it's much better now that you're still. Be gentle in a bit, my auntie's pussy has never been penetrated by a cock as big as yours before, and besides, I've been a widow for over a year, so my vagina is naturally much tighter. My sweetheart! You have to cherish Auntie, okay? My good boy."
"Auntie! I will cherish you! When we play later, if you tell me to go fast, I'll go fast; if you tell me to go slow, I'll go slow; if you tell me to go lightly, I'll go lightly; if you tell me to go hard, I'll go hard, I'll do whatever you say, okay?" After saying that, she lowered her head and kissed my mouth deeply.
"That's what Auntie's good boy is like, my good son, come on! Be gentle."
"Okay." Upon hearing this, Jian Guo thrust his buttocks forward forcefully, and his big cock went in about three inches more.
“Ah! Baby…stop…stop…it hurts…it hurts so much inside Auntie’s vagina…it’s so swollen…”
Upon hearing this, Jianguo immediately stopped moving, looked at my pained face, and asked, “Auntie! How many children have you had?”
“I have a boy and a girl. Why are you asking this?”
“Physiologically speaking, Auntie has already had two children, so your vagina should be looser. Why is your big, fleshy vagina still so tight? It’s strange.”
“What’s so strange about that? The physiological structures of men and women are different from one another. Little baby! Do you know? Men’s penises vary in thickness and length; some have large glans, some have small pointed ones. Women’s mons pubis varies in size and shape; some have thick labia, some have thin labia; some have loose vaginal walls, some have tight vaginal walls; some have deep vaginal walls, some have shallow vaginal walls, and so on.”
“Hmm! I didn’t know there were so many differences. So, what type of vagina does Auntie’s vagina belong to?”
“Auntie’s vagina is the type with a thick mons pubis, thick labia, tight vaginal walls, and a deep vagina.”
"So, is my penis suitable for Auntie's vagina?"
"My little darling, my good son, your penis couldn't be more suitable."
"Why? Auntie, please tell me, let me know the reason."
"My sweetheart! Your penis is the treasure that every woman dreams of. Baby, do you know that?" "
That's why I'm asking you! Auntie, stop being mysterious! Tell me quickly!" "
My good son! Your penis is not only thick, long, and huge, but it's also more sinewy than fleshy, with a large head and a sharp base, and thick, hard, and protruding edges, just like a big mushroom. My little darling! Women need a big penis like yours to penetrate them to feel pleasure, comfort, satisfaction, and pleasure." I explained to him patiently.
"What's the reason? Every man has a penis, can't he still make a woman feel satisfied?"
"Sweetie! That's where you're wrong. Although every man has a penis, each one is different. A large one like yours will give a feeling of fullness, and a long one can reach all the way in, hitting the uterus and causing an orgasm. A thick, hard, and protruding glans will rub against the tender flesh of the vaginal walls during penetration, producing boundless pleasure. Especially a penis with more sinew than flesh will be more vigorous, powerful, and enduring when penetrating."
"I understand, but I don't fully grasp it."
"Okay! Let me explain it to you in a simpler way. For example, some men are tall and fat, looking very strong, but actually their muscles are loose and flabby, without any strength. Another type of man is neither fat nor fat, but strong and robust, with firm muscles. You can tell at a glance that he is strong and muscular, his muscles are like copper and iron bones, full of strength. Think about it, the difference between the latter's 'muscles' and the former's 'muscles' is enough to distinguish the superior and inferior. Do you understand now?"
"I completely understand, Auntie, your analysis is excellent, truly based on experience. You've helped me understand women's mentality. It turns out that women like men's penises to be thick, long, large, hard, and strong, so that they can feel comfortable, satisfied, and enjoy pleasure!"
"Of course! Need I say more? What woman doesn't like a thick, long, big, hard, and powerful penis that can last a long time? Who would like a soft, weak, and useless cock that's all show and no substance? My little darling! If a woman meets a cock like yours and you've fucked her, she'll love you madly, go crazy, and be obsessed with you for the rest of her life, you know that? Darling, come on! I've been so busy talking that I've neglected the important matter. Auntie's pussy is itchy again... Hurry up and fuck me..."
"Okay! Auntie." Jianguo agreed and pushed my legs between my breasts, making my vulva more prominent. With another push, he penetrated about three inches more.
"Oh dear!... It's so full... My dear son... Auntie feels so... so full... and it hurts so much... I really don't know... what it feels like... It hurts... it itches... it's sore... and it's so full..."
"Auntie! I still have more than two inches left to go in, just a little while... when it's all in... Auntie will know what it feels like!"
When I heard him say that he still had more than two inches left to go in, I felt both happy and scared. If I really swallowed his eight-inch-long, two-inch-thick cock all the way in, I really didn't know what it would feel like. How could my little hole take it? I didn't care about all that. "Better to die from fullness than from starvation." Besides, my purpose was to have him relieve my sexual hunger. If I was afraid of "dying," wouldn't I be betraying my original intention? What was the point of me coming out to relax? What was the point of my boredom?
So, I wiggled my plump buttocks and cried out in a wanton voice, "Baby! Good boy... hurry... hurry and thrust it in hard... let... let Auntie eat... eat the whole thing... have some fun... relieve the itch... quench the hunger... quench the thirst... my little darling... baby..."
Hearing my lewd cries and the seductive expression on my face, Jian Guo could no longer resist. He thrust again, all the way in, his large glans reaching my cervix, stimulating my whole body to tremble. My vagina tightened suddenly, and a gush of fluid involuntarily gushed out.
"Oh... it's killing me... it's... it feels so good..."
Jian Guo felt his large glans being tightly enveloped by my cervix, being sucked and released, making him feel incredibly comfortable and pleasurable. So he thrust in and out with great force, each thrust reaching the very root, each one hitting the flesh, fiercely and bravely thrusting dozens of times in succession. His relentless thrusting brought me immense pleasure, and I involuntarily swayed my plump buttocks to meet his vigorous pumping. Each powerful slam sent a shiver through me, plunging me into a state of heightened excitement and ecstasy, until I wept with joy.
It was no wonder; I had been a widow for over a year, long deprived of the pleasures of love! It had been far too long since I had enjoyed the caresses and nourishment of a man! Tonight, I was "rediscovering" the pleasures of love, experiencing such a thick, long, and enormous penis—a handsome young man, brimming with youthful vigor, energy, and strength. He had restored the sensual pleasures of lovemaking that I had almost forgotten, how could I not be overwhelmed with ecstasy, weeping with joy, tears streaming down my face as I reveled in his pleasure?
I cried out, swayed, arched my back, and moved, pressing my vulva even closer to his large penis. My juices, like a river bursting its banks, gushed forth in waves, overflowing like a flood.
"Little darling...good son...you're truly Auntie's precious darling...you've sent me to heaven...it's so pleasurable I'm...going crazy...my little husband...my little lover with your big cock...you, you fuck me to death...I'm so happy...ah...ah...I...I've come again..."
Jian Guo, watching the lewd scene and hearing the erotic sounds, was stimulated like a hungry tiger descending a mountain, ready to devour its prey. He exerted all his strength, thrusting and pumping frantically, his large glans striking my clitoris like raindrops. The "plop! plop" sounds of his thrusting were incessant, a symphony of "sexual intercourse," making me feel like I was dying of pleasure, my soul leaving my body, as if floating in the clouds, desperately needing to grasp something to hold onto, to feel fulfilled.
“Oh… my little darling… my little husband… Auntie… this is the first time I’ve tasted such… such a wonderful feeling… you… you quickly put my legs down… press down on me… let Auntie hug you… kiss you… hurry… hurry…”
Upon hearing this, Jian Guo hurriedly put down my legs, then carried me to the center of the bed, leaped onto my body, and his large penis immediately entered my vagina. I hugged him tightly with both hands, my legs wrapped tightly around his strong waist, twisting my plump buttocks.
“Ah… my little darling… move… Auntie wants you to thrust hard… thrust hard… hold Auntie tighter… that way I feel fulfilled… and real… ah… my dear son… my little husband… my sweetie…”
Jian Guo was held tightly by me, his chest pressing against my pair of soft yet firm, elastic, full and plump breasts. His large penis was inserted into my tight vagina, hot and wet, that warm, tight, wet, and slippery feeling was so comfortable and wonderful. Especially with my clitoris biting into his large glans, the sensation of sucking and licking was indescribable.
His penis was twisted and throbbed with pain, feeling restless and unsatisfied. So—he relentlessly thrust and pounded, relentlessly attacking my little castle in the bush.
And me? When my husband was alive, although he wasn't too old (forty-seven), he was weak and suffered from a brain tumor. From the onset of his illness until his death, it had been more than two years since we had enjoyed the pleasures of sex. Moreover, my husband's penis was short, his energy was insufficient, and his stamina was lacking. Even if he managed to get into the act, he couldn't last three minutes before giving up and collapsing completely. It was truly disheartening and infuriating.
The young man I was currently having sex with was not only handsome and dashing, but also possessed a good penis and was a fearless young man. His powerful masculinity penetrated me, sending me soaring through the heavens and plunging me to the depths of my being, a feeling of utter bliss washing over me. A strange, sweet pleasure coursed through my very soul; how could I not love him to the core?
"My little darling... my dear husband... Auntie is about to... be killed by your penetration... you... you're really going to kill me... my sweetheart... I've come again... oh... I'm going to... I'm going to die from coming... oh..."
Later—in a daze—I was jolted awake by his rapid, powerful, thick, and hot semen, each drop reaching deep into my womb.
It was truly an earth-shattering, agonizing, life-or-death battle. I felt utterly blissful, completely satisfied. He warmed my body and soul, filled my emptiness, and quenched my thirst. He was so incredibly adorable; I couldn't help but hold him tightly in my arms, showering his lips and face with kisses.
"Jianguo! My little darling, you're so wonderful, Auntie loves you so much, so much!"
"Auntie, I love you so much too! Auntie! Was it comfortable and pleasurable just now?"
"Mmm! So comfortable and pleasurable, it's the first time Auntie has ever felt so comfortable and pleasurable!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Was Auntie satisfied?"
"Satisfied! Satisfied! Auntie is so satisfied!"
"Then let's get some sleep and rest first, and later I'll give Auntie even more pleasure and satisfaction, okay? My dear Auntie."
"Of course! My darling little baby, my good son, my little husband."
The young man's body was truly wonderful, so captivating, and it made me love him even more.
That night, we made love twice more, making me infatuated with him and unable to extricate myself.
The next day, we still stayed in the same room, day and night, fully enjoying the pleasure and sweetness of intercourse. No matter where—on the bed, on the sofa, on the carpet, in the bathroom—we cuddled together, kissing and caressing. Licking, sucking, biting each other's sensitive areas. Then, sitting, standing, reclining, lying down, kneeling, or prone, each displaying their strengths, they engaged in various positions and styles of intercourse, freely enjoying themselves and indulging in the most romantic pleasures.
It truly evoked the sentiment: "I envy not the immortals, but the loving couple; when there is joy, I will enjoy it to the fullest!"
During our week-long trip, except for the first day, these six days allowed us to experience pleasures more beautiful and romantic than those of newlyweds on their honeymoon. Because—we were two "adulterers." "Adultery" is forbidden by law, far more mysterious and interesting than legal relationships, not only tense but also exciting, giving "adulterers" an indescribable sense of excitement and satisfaction.
Why do men always feel that "the grass is always greener on the other side"?
And why do women always feel that "other men are better than their husbands"?
His purpose was nothing more than to taste "what it's like to be with a woman other than your wife"—is she really "more fragrant" than your wife? How energetic is a man other than your husband? Is he "stronger" than your husband?
The man before me (Wen Jianguo) is, of course, a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than my dead husband! So we finished one round and then made love again and again until our limbs were weak and we were exhausted.
This was a "feast of lust" that I had never experienced before. I really hoped that I would never be separated from him and that we could live together. How wonderful that would be! However, it was impossible in reality. I have children and a mother-in-law, and he is so young, not to mention that I am seventeen or eighteen years older than him.
The happy days seemed to pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a week-long trip had come to an end. Tonight was the last night we would be together. After a passionate and desperate battle, we rested for a while and then went on another battle. It was as if tomorrow would be the end of the world, and we didn't want it to end.
"All good things must come to an end," and with every gathering must come a parting. We exchanged phone numbers before reluctantly parting ways and going home.
Ever since I broke my vow of abstinence and indulged in "meat," I've been constantly thinking about him since returning home. I can't eat or drink, I'm restless and unable to sit still, and I can't sleep at night. My vagina is also unbearably itchy. I finally endured it for a week, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to call his office when, to my surprise, he called me! I was so happy and excited!
We met at the coffee shop we had arranged, and after finishing our coffee, we eagerly found a hotel. We entered the room and embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Then we undressed and lay on the bed together, caressing each other's bodies.
"My little darling! I thought you'd forgotten about this old lady! Auntie's been waiting day and night, and today I finally got a call from my precious little darling."
"Auntie! How could I forget you? A beauty as stunning as you, I'd never even dream of having you! Especially since you bring me such supreme joy and pleasure in life, I'm destined to love you for life!"
"Really? My little darling, you're not lying to me, are you?" I was so happy I almost jumped for joy.
"Really, if Auntie doesn't believe me, I'll swear to you."
"My precious little darling, don't swear, of course Auntie believes you!" Hearing him about to swear, I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, preventing him from making the vow.
"Seriously, Auntie! You look nothing like a woman in her early forties. I believe that even ten years from now, in your early fifties, all the young men will still be fantasizing about you. They might even masturbate to you to satisfy their fantasies when they can't have you!"
"Oh my god! That's so awful! What do you mean I'll still be fantasizing about young men in my early fifties? Wouldn't that make me a bewitching old vixen?"
"Not at all, that's just a term used by wives to insult women who bewitch their husbands. But you really are captivating, Auntie, especially the way your little plump hole sucks my big glans—it's amazing! I'm completely mesmerized by that suction. It's only been a week, and I've been missing you day and night. I couldn't resist today, so I called to invite you out for another get-together. Auntie! You're simply a rare and incredibly sexy woman!"
"Hey, you're not coming? You naughty Jian Guo, you're making fun of me, I hate you so much. If I had gotten married a few years earlier, I could have given birth to you, you could be your mother! And you still dare to bully me, you! You're such a hateful little devil! I... I really don't know how to scold you to vent my anger." I pretended to be happy, but actually I was happy inside.
"Oh! My dear aunt, my dear mother, please don't be angry. I was just teasing you. If you get angry, your sexy and alluring body will break your heart. Come on! Let your son use his big cock to insert into your mother's plump little hole that gave birth to me, and make amends to you properly, okay? My dear mother."
"You rascal! If you were really my biological son, how could you insert into your mother's plump little hole? Wouldn't that be incest? It's outrageous."
"You said that if I got married a few years earlier, I could have a child like me!"
"My little darling! That was just a metaphor! Think about it, I'm sixteen or seventeen years older than you. In this modern era, there are many fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls in society who are either unmarried or married mothers. Could your aunt have given birth to you? It's definitely not me taking advantage of you! Right?"
"Yes! I think that when men and women make love, regardless of their social status or age difference, the goal is to enjoy the climax. Of course, the more intimate and passionate they are, the better, so they can truly experience a wonderful state! Mom, don't you think so?"
"Yes, you're absolutely right! We're really like 'mother and son' now!"
"Mom! Do you still want 'son's' big cock to go inside 'mom's' little fat hole?"
"Oh! Of course I do! My dear son, 'mom's' little fat hole is welcoming 'son's' big cock!"
And so this fake mother and son, their fake relationship turned real, enjoyed the pleasures of love!
From then on, we frequently met for trysts. Although there was a significant age difference between us, he seemed to have become my lover and my little husband. Every time we met, we would always enjoy a passionate and joyful sexual game.
My daughter, a high school sophomore, will be taking the college entrance exam in a year, but her English and math scores aren't very good. Therefore, I want to ask Jianguo to be her tutor. My motivation stemmed primarily from a latent desire within me: to frequently meet with him under the guise of a tutor, thus keeping it a secret from my mother-in-law, and to allow him into our home so I could, when the opportunity arose, enjoy intimacy with him.
Little did I know my plan would backfire completely.
Jian Guo came to my house every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening to tutor my daughter, and on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday evenings, he would invite me to his rented place for intimate moments. When he and my daughter were working on their homework, I would always step aside to avoid disturbing them.
Before I knew it, Jian Guo had been tutoring my daughter for over three months. That evening, my mother-in-law was staying with her daughter for a few days, and my son was going on a school camping trip and wouldn't be home for three days. I went out shopping as usual, but returned earlier than usual.
I opened the door carefully, afraid of disturbing their homework. Upon entering the living room, I suddenly heard moans and panting coming from my daughter's room. Having been through it myself, I recognized those sounds as the sounds of arousal during intercourse. I was shocked. I tiptoed to the door and peeked through a crack. Jianguo and my daughter were naked, embracing each other, making love passionately and wildly, oblivious to everyone around them, letting out excited moans.
I was furious, but I didn't have the courage to catch them in the act. So, amidst my daughter's moans, I turned and left her room, returning to my own and lying on the bed, seething with anger. I couldn't believe that my daughter and I had both been intimate with the same man—the man I had seduced, the one I loved to the core, the one who could satisfy my sexual desires.
I had considered quitting his tutoring job and cutting all ties with him, but—I couldn't bear to part with him, nor could I live without his thick, long, and enormous penis to fill the "bottomless pit" in my heart. My sex drive was too strong; a regular-sized penis simply wasn't enough, let alone satisfy me!
After much deliberation, I finally came up with a "win-win-win" solution.
The next evening, I went to his place, and as usual, we had a passionate lovemaking session. After resting for a while, I told him about what I had witnessed the previous night—him having sex with my daughter—and asked him if what had happened was right, and what his plans were for my daughter and me in the future.
“Dear Mom! I know it was wrong, but your daughter is just as alluring and sexy as you. She said she likes me and loves me, which made me fall in love with her too, and that's why I did what I did last night. Dear Auntie, dear Mom, please forgive me!”
“So, which of us, mother and daughter, is better? Who do you truly love?”
“You're both good, I love you both.”
“Hey! That's a pretty straightforward answer, both are good, I love you both, but there has to be one to compare, right?”
"Dear Mother! If you insist on making a comparison, then I'll be frank. Your daughter's beauty is like a budding flower, while your beauty is like a fully bloomed flower, both are captivating. As for your daughter's vagina, it's like a ripe green apple, a little astringent. But your mother's plump vagina is like a ripe peach, sweet and juicy, tender and delicious. I still prefer your plump, juicy, and incredibly skilled peach. Your daughter's vagina, besides being a bit tight, is also a 'fat hole' because she doesn't have any internal strength. Your mother's plump vagina is not only tight and small, but also has abundant moisture, and her internal strength is superb, much better than your daughter's. It's more enjoyable, comfortable, and pleasurable to play with. Of course, I like you more and love you more! My dear Mother."
"So, what are your plans for the future of us, mother and daughter?"
"This... I... I..."
I saw that he couldn't answer for a moment, and I knew that he couldn't choose between me and my daughter.
"This...what...I know you're having trouble deciding, but I have a 'win-win-win' solution. I won't interfere with your lovemaking with my daughter, but you must abide by the following rules: First: You can't get her pregnant. Second: No one else can know about your relationship. Third: She absolutely cannot know about my relationship with you. Fourth: The dates and times of your rendezvous with me cannot coincide with the dates and times of your rendezvous with her. After all, we are mother and daughter; it would be incredibly awkward and embarrassing if we were to have sex with the same man. If you two truly love each other, I won't object to your marriage, but you must never let her know about our relationship, and you must keep it a secret from her, continuing to provide your mother with emotional and sexual comfort. Can you agree to these conditions?"
"My dear mother, of course I agree! Only a fool wouldn't agree to such good conditions! I'm so happy, so joyful!"
"You rascal! You're truly my destined little devil, my little nemesis. I've even sacrificed my daughter for you. Now we'll see how you treat us, mother and daughter! You've gotten all the benefits, of course you're happy and carefree."
"Thank you, dear Mother! Your son will take good care of you and serve you well from now on."
"Hmm! That's my good son, my little darling, my heart and soul."
After arranging this "win-win-win" plan, in this contradictory and absurd situation, we reignited our passion. In the throes of joy, we reached several climaxes, ending our pleasurable rendezvous with complete satisfaction.
I've become deeply infatuated with him, treating him like my husband, like someone addicted to psychedelic drugs! I can't live without him to satisfy my sexual needs!
I'm a mother, and I'm a woman too! If I can't control my own sexual desires, how can I discipline my daughter who's just beginning to experience puberty? So, I had to use a swift and decisive approach to achieve a "win-win-win" situation and resolve this "major event"! Before I even read my first erotic novel about incest
between mother
and son
, I had already fantasized about my mother as a sexual object. I can't describe her in detail because she was like a sex goddess. Around forty years old, brown hair and eyes, five feet two inches tall, 130 pounds, radiating maternal allure. Her most attractive feature was her full breasts—not that they were huge, but rather that they were incredibly alluring, attractive, and beautiful!
The biggest dilemma for a son with such a mother is: how to seduce her? My strategy was to diligently collect newspapers and magazines reporting on family incest to enrich my imagination and help me achieve my ultimate seduction plan. I fantasized about various scenarios that might happen between me and my mother, then drafted, revised, and rehearsed my countermeasures.
However, my biggest worry was: if my father or mother discovered those magazines, everything would be over. Luckily, I'm my parents' only child, so I have my own entire basement floor in their farmhouse-style house, with a spacious bedroom, a separate bathroom, and most importantly, complete privacy—something incredibly important for a college student like me. The only drawback is that the washing machine is located between the bedroom and the bathroom, so three times a week I have to endure the noise of my mother doing laundry, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.
After fantasizing about this for four years, the opportunity finally arrived. That day, I was chatting with my parents in the living room while giving my mother a shoulder massage—not a sexual massage, of course, just a chance to touch her—I suggested that she should go to the jacuzzi immediately, emphasizing that it hadn't been used for a month. I turned to my father and asked if the water in the jacuzzi was clean. He said the water was clean and usable anytime. My mother then said she went into the jacuzzi every day for a massage. I asked suspiciously what the dates and times were, and why I'd never seen her wearing a bathrobe. My mother replied that she went into the jacuzzi every morning when my father left for work, and she never wore a bathrobe. Immediately, I began to have lewd fantasies about my mother immersed in the jacuzzi, even thinking about it in my sleep. Then came Saturday and Sunday, when Dad was home on holiday, and I used those two days to simulate my plan.
On Monday morning, I stood quietly at the bedroom door, listening. I heard Dad drive away to work. A few minutes later, Mom went outside and headed towards the bathtub. I mentally timed it, anticipating she had entered the tub, before tiptoeing outside to spy on her. From my position, I could only see her back. Fifteen minutes later, the opportunity arrived. Mom turned to face me, dried herself, and put on her morning robe. I immediately rushed back to the bedroom and masturbated until a thick stream of semen gushed out. After ejaculating, I lay down comfortably, savoring the moment while panting, until it was almost time for class before getting up and leaving.
The next morning, I waited to spy again. Because I was confident, when Mom came out of the tub, I calmly scrutinized her breasts. Mom's breasts weren't huge, but they were full and glossy, showing no signs of sagging—very alluring. Her nipples were soft and not erect, but I could easily imagine how huge they would be when erect. Then, just like Mom, she dried herself off and put on her morning robe in front of me. After reading it, I immediately ran back to my room and masturbated.
This time, I masturbated in the bathroom because I wanted to spray the semen directly into the toilet to avoid cleaning. I grabbed two magazines from the bookshelf, intending to read and masturbate at the same time. Halfway through the story, I suddenly heard Mom's footsteps coming down the basement stairs. Worried about her reaction, I immediately jumped out of the bathroom, ran through the laundry room, and rushed into the bedroom.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep, peeking out through my slits. Mom walked through the bathroom into the laundry room, glanced at me casually, assuming I was still asleep. Mom was still wearing the same morning robe, and seeing her like that, my mind was filled with fantasies of Mom's naked body. Mom started the washing machine, turned around and walked back up the stairs, but stopped in front of the bathroom and picked up one of my family magazines, which we had left behind when we rushed out of the bathroom. My whole body tensed up, and I lay quietly on the bed, not daring to move, waiting for Mom's reaction. Would she storm into the room in a rage and interrogate me? Will she dismiss it as childish behavior during puberty? Will she read the content and realize that it contains stories about incest? Or even know that there's a story about incest between a mother and son?
My mother stared at me for a while, then lowered her head to read. At first, her expression seemed merely curious as she flipped through the pages, then it turned to surprise, and finally, excitement. After about fifty or sixty pages, she reached into her robe and began rubbing her vulva. Unfortunately, I couldn't see what was happening inside, but I knew exactly what she was doing. A few minutes later, she must have started reading the story about incest between mother and son, because she would look up at me every few seconds, then look up again. I really wanted to roll over and pull out my raging, hard penis to show my mother, but I restrained myself and continued reading. My mother continued reading, and after a few minutes, she looked up at me intently, then her whole body began to tremble. I knew she had reached orgasm, enjoying a special, silent orgasm where she could only gaze at me without daring to make a sound. After her orgasm, my mother immediately put the magazine back in the sink and hurriedly went upstairs and left.
My mother read my erotic magazine about incest, and instead of being angry, she became aroused. I knew that to achieve my goal, I had to add fuel to the fire and incite her even greater desire. Instead of putting the two magazines back in their hiding place, I placed them on the magazine rack next to the toilet, marked the location with a hair, and then went to class as if nothing had happened. When I got home, I was excited to find the hair gone and the magazines upside down. My mother had boldly read my obscene and incestuous erotic magazines. She must have been burning with passion all afternoon. Since no one was home, she would have been able to masturbate again and again without restraint, like running a marathon! That night, when I said goodnight to my parents, my mother kissed my lips. This was the first time I had ever known this. Although it wasn't a passionate kiss, but just a light kiss on the lips instead of a kiss on the cheek, it still aroused me and made me want to masturbate twice before finally falling asleep!
On Wednesday morning, I waited until my father left for work and my mother went into the jacuzzi before going into the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice, and then peeking at my mother in the jacuzzi through the stained glass window. The swirling water and the bubbles it created obscured her body. I opened the back door and asked Mom if she wanted orange juice. She said no and asked why I was up so early. I lied and told her I was preparing for a pop quiz. Throughout the whole thing, Mom stared intently at my visibly erect silk bullet underwear.
I turned back to my room, but at the basement door, I changed my mind and headed towards the jacuzzi. As soon as I got in position, I couldn't wait to look at Mom, and what I saw left me speechless. Mom's two beautiful breasts were above the water, a wave of water massaging her vulva. I was even more surprised to see Mom reach out and play with her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them until they were fully erect. Only then did I realize that Mom's nipples were large and long. When her body was aroused, Mom lowered her head and licked her nipples. A few minutes later, Mom reached orgasm. I saw her grip the edge of the tub tightly with one hand, while the other reached out to knead her vulva. She spread her labia with her hands, letting the water jet directly rub against her vulva. She slowly closed her eyes, her whole body trembling slightly as she reached a climax, letting out soft moans. After the climax, Mom lay back in the bathtub, relaxing her body, which had been tense from the stimulation. I also went back to my bedroom, trying to ease the tension in my body caused by sexual arousal.
Before school, I deliberately didn't make my bed and put a new incestuous erotic magazine under my pillow. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found my bed neatly made, and the magazine under my pillow. That night, Mom praised me several times, saying I had "grown into a charming and handsome young man." She kissed me twice on the lips while I said goodnight, although it was just a light touch, not a passionate French kiss, but it was still precious, because Mom had always only kissed my cheek, not my lips!
I woke up early Thursday morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so I idly played with my big dick until Dad went to work and Mom went into the jacuzzi. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice, and before reaching the kitchen, I stopped in front of the stained-glass window to peek at her. The water bubbles covered her; I could only see her head and shoulders. Determined to take things further, I went straight to the jacuzzi and sat on the edge. I only wanted to see Mom's breasts completely unobstructed, but what happened next shocked me. As I sat on the edge, Mom reached out and turned off all the switches. Fifteen seconds—just fifteen seconds—and the water became crystal clear, allowing me to see Mom's naked body completely, and giving me the greatest lust I'd ever felt! Mom invited me to join her in the tub, and I readily agreed, immediately wanting to get in. Mom stopped me, telling me to take off my pants because she wasn't wearing anything either. I nodded in agreement but told her I couldn't peek. Mom glared at me and spat, "You brat!" The allure of her expression reignited my pent-up excitement. Then, Mom turned her head to the other side, but kept staring at my reflection in the stained glass!
I had finally realized part of my fantasies about interacting with Mom—it was wonderful! Entering the bathtub, I wanted a back massage, so I sat down next to Mom, turned on the water, and we described our body sensations to each other. Then we sat quietly, relaxing and enjoying a moment of comfort. Mom then casually remarked that the water massage on her neck felt amazing! Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew my chance had come. I moved myself into a comfortable position and said, "Let me show you what's truly soothing for your neck!"
I reached out and pulled Mom into my arms, one arm around her shoulder, the other inside her knee. Mom's hands wrapped around my neck, her right breast pressing against my chest. This physical contact between mother and son was novel and stimulating, instantly arousing my lust, and my penis immediately became erect. At my action, a look of pleasure, surprise, and lust appeared on my mother's face. Her heart must have been pounding just as much as mine!
I told her to lean her head back and rest it on my arm, and relax. I helped my half-reclined mother adjust her position, letting the water massage her neck. My mother completely let me do as I pleased. Because of the position, both her breasts were above the water's surface throughout the process, allowing me complete and unrestrained admiration. They were truly beautiful and alluring, full and round with upturned nipples the size of a thumb, already swollen and erect from lust, resembling peaches on an altar. My mother closed her eyes and moaned softly, "Mmm! Mmm! This neck massage feels so good! Mmm!"
Both mother and son knew that the water's massage power wasn't that strong; it was more of a teasing and provocative experience. In truth, both of them were burning with desire, but bound by propriety, they didn't know how to break through this barrier, exploring each other. My mother used my hand as a cradle, allowing me to move her body freely in the water. Then I floated her up, because simply gazing at her breasts wasn't enough; I wanted to take it a step further.
This reminded me of my planned steps—to get her out of the tub within minutes, followed by intense sex to achieve her first orgasm.
I told her that if massaging her neck felt so good, massaging her lower back would feel even better. Before she could answer, I floated her to the surface, positioning her vulva where the water jets could reach, letting the waves massage her. As this sensation stimulated her labia, massaged her vulva, and penetrated her opening, she clung tightly to me, spreading her legs wider, rubbing her nipples against mine. Soon, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Seeing this, I knew Mom was enjoying herself and wouldn't be satisfied with just that. I moved her legs out and placed them on the edge of the tub, still holding her shoulder with my left hand. This way, I could position myself to face the water jets and prevent her from drowning. My free hand began to gently caress her body.
First, I reached behind her head and pressed her mouth to mine, beginning our passionate kiss. At first, our lips sucked tightly together, then our tongues explored and intertwined. At the same time, my hands began to move, stroking her neck, sliding down her shoulders, and reaching for her breasts, gently rubbing, kneading, and squeezing them, sliding, caressing, and kneading them again and again. Mom's nipples were long and elastic, as thick as a thumb when erect, which greatly interested me. I repeatedly pressed down on both nipples and released them, letting them bounce back up, then gently pinched and twisted them with my thumb and forefinger. Then I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them upwards, raising the nipples, then released them and pinched and twisted them again, until the nipples were erect before moving on to the other breast. I took turns caressing and kneading her breasts until both nipples were as hard as they could be!
He gently stroked and slid down from her breasts, not missing an inch of skin, touching her abdomen and pubic hair. His lips followed the rhythm of his hands, licking and sucking until he reached her right nipple. He gently combed her pubic hair with his fingers, over and over again, each time sliding his hand down to cup her vulva. After combing her pubic hair, he slid his hand down, caressing her thick labia. He gently slid his middle finger between her labia from top to bottom, then back up, and then pinched and kneaded her labia with his thumb and middle finger. Finally, he used his index and middle fingers to separate her labia, letting the water directly wash her vulva. This final stimulation brought her desire to its peak, and she reached orgasm, convulsing and moaning. She experienced a magical, stimulating, beautiful, and exhilarating orgasm unlike any she had ever had before!
As the climax subsided, we kept changing positions so that Mom could comfortably snuggle in my arms. I wondered if, back in the present situation, Mom would leave out of remorse and go back to her room to regret it, or would she stay and further develop our intimate sexual relationship? The answer was soon revealed. Mom reached out her soft hand and gently caressed, rubbed, and played with my hard, throbbing penis!
We sat in the jacuzzi, playing with each other, kissing passionately, caressing, touching, and exploring every inch of each other's skin. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I flipped Mom over and held her breasts tightly with both hands, pushing her towards the edge of the tub. When Mom's plump vulva surfaced, I couldn't wait to thrust my hot, large glans into her wet vulva. I thrust five or six times, trying to fuck Mom, but all I felt was excitement; I couldn't find the way. Finally, Mom reached between her legs, held my penis, and guided it to the opening for successful insertion. I originally wanted to delay my climax so that my mother could have another one, but to be honest, during our first time having sex, I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds!
Ever since that first incestuous encounter, my mother would come to my bedroom every holiday, and we'd spend the whole day having sex and indulging in lewd pleasure. The next day, after my father left for work, we'd continue our passionate caresses and lewd pleasure from the previous day! Needless to say, I skipped school that day!
《The End》

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