Desire and Mother

"This awful weather!" Shen Lele cursed under his breath as he squeezed off the bus, drenched in sweat
. It was just past Grain Rain, but the sun was blazing down like midsummer, baking the earth relentlessly. Even in the afternoon
, the heat was unbearable, the air thick with the smell of summer. The class's spring outing, originally planned for two days
, had turned into a disheartening affair, with everyone heading
home empty-handed. Shen Lele climbed to the fifth floor and unlocked his apartment door. Pushing it open a crack, he heard
soft .
"Mom usually goes to yoga around this time, right? What's making her so happy?"
He carefully closed the door and tiptoed to his mother's bedroom, wanting to find out.
But what he saw stunned him!
His mother, shirtless, was bent over, pulling down her trousers, her back to the door. Through the mirror on the dressing table, her
alluring body was laid bare before him. At the base of her two long, slender, white legs, pink
lace panties tightly hugged her high, rounded mons pubis, with faint dark pubic hair visible above the inverted triangle of her vulva. Her two
firm, smooth, full breasts swayed slightly, their dark red nipples like cherries adorning
their peaks , incredibly alluring.
Shen Lele's mouth went dry, his brain throbbed, and the very thing he'd used to have sex with his girlfriend the night before suddenly became
erect . Shen Lele stared blankly for several seconds until his mother pulled down her pants, looked up, and stood up
. He quickly slipped to the door. Leaning against the wall, he pressed his hands to his wildly pounding heart, taking several deep breaths to
calm himself .
"Mom~" Afraid of being discovered peeping, Shen Lele went to the living room, pretending to have just returned from outside, and called out
loudly .
"Ah~ Le'er, why are you back?" came his mother's surprised voice from inside.
After a rustling sound, his mother came out of the room. She wore a
white , and black tight-fitting workout pants.
"Hmm." Shen Lele's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but swallow a few times, his gaze lingering on his mother's chest.
"Didn't you say you'd play for two days?" Su Yan leaned against the sofa back, watching her son pretending to sleep.
Shen Lele's gaze reluctantly drifted elsewhere. He turned his head, threw his schoolbag onto the
sofa . "The spring outing wasn't fun. Everyone went back to school after one day." He closed his eyes, secretly taking a few deep
breaths, and responded to his mother.
"Why wasn't it fun?" his mother asked with a smile.
Shen Lele opened his eyes. His mother was looking at him with a charming smile, her prominent breasts obscuring half of his
view. Shen Lele quickly closed his eyes again, muttering to himself, thinking "Namo Amitabha Buddha."
"Mom thought you weren't coming home? Mom's going to do some yoga first. If you're hungry, there's something in the fridge."
"I'm not hungry, Mom, you go ahead and do your yoga. I'm going back to my room."
Shen Lele didn't want to stay in the living room anymore. His mother was dressed so sexily; if he
saw , he'd definitely get a nosebleed. To avoid internal injury, he'd better stay away.
His mother agreed, and Shen Lele went into his room. Lying on the bed, his mind was filled with the scene from earlier
. Soft music was playing outside; his mother was probably doing yoga now.
Shen Lele liked his mother; strictly speaking, he had a mild Oedipus complex. When he was in his senior year of high school, a few boys
in his who weren't doing well academically brought some erotic books to class. Gradually, they started
circulating among the boys.
He, who was always an excellent student, blushed and his heart raced when he first saw his chubby deskmate flipping through those erotic books under the table;
he couldn't calm down for a long time. Soon, Shen Lele, entering puberty, couldn't resist the temptation and
became one of the many readers in his class.
The obscene images and detailed sexual descriptions in the books opened a completely new
door to sexual knowledge for the adolescent Shen Lele. From the books, he learned for the first time about the structure of female genitalia, the vagina, labia
, and clitoris. Shen Lele clearly remembers that he had a dream the night he read the erotic books. When he woke up,
his underwear was soaked; he knew he had had a wet dream. Although he had had wet dreams before, none were
as clear and intense as that one.
During that time, whenever he had the chance, Shen Lele, sitting in the back row of the classroom, would pretend to be thinking about something while
secretly flipping through the erotic books passed to him. Watching the books being flipped through so many times by his classmates, his penis
would harden and soften repeatedly. Shen Lele didn't listen to a word the teacher said in class.
After being exposed to those books, Shen Lele's youthful and vigorous energy had nowhere to go, and he began to pay attention to the women around him
. Surrounded only by classmates and teachers, most of the female students at school were rather naive, and the female teachers were
mostly middle-aged women, far from comparable to the women in paintings and books. The only mature and beautiful woman around him caught
his eye, but that woman was his mother.
After countless moments of self-reproach and shame, Shen Lele began to fantasize about his mother. He never dared
to imagine that one day he could be like the male protagonist in the books, able to freely ride inside his mother, to
pin her down and thrust into her to his heart's content. He only used his mother as an object, an object to get through puberty.
He couldn't concentrate in class during the day and frequently masturbated at night, resulting in a serious drop in his grades.
Although he repeatedly berated himself after masturbating and secretly vowed it would be the last time, the forbidden
pleasure and the euphoria of masturbation made him surrender again and again.
Until one day, he finally woke up from that perverse depravity.
That day in math class, his chubby deskmate was secretly looking at the pornographic picture book that had just been passed to him under the desk. Shen Lele and
Xiao Pang argued for a long time over who could look at the picture book first, and Shen Lele finally gave in and let Xiao Pang see it first
. While Xiao Pang was engrossed in reading, the math teacher caught him red-handed.
The math teacher, fiercely opposed to evil, brandished the picture book and uttered words that utterly humiliated Xiao Pang. Later
, the school not only gave Xiao Pang a major demerit but also called his father to the school. Completely disgraced, Xiao Pang
had no choice but to leave school and go to Beijing to work.
At that moment, Shen Lele was terrified, secretly relieved, yet also worried for Xiao Pang. If it hadn't been
for Xiao Pang's insistence and stubbornness, that tragic ending would have been his—Shen Lele's. He couldn't imagine
what would have happened if it had occurred to him.
Perhaps the school would have spared him punishment out of consideration for his mother, but that fiercely opposed math teacher would still have
mercilessly torn away his carefully constructed facade of dignity. He couldn't imagine what would have happened to him...
How would his parents view his punishment? Thinking about it, Shen Lele's clothes were completely soaked.
His mother had even teased him about it, asking if he'd read those novels too.
Shen Lele vehemently denied it.
But his mother persisted, saying, "Little Fatty is your deskmate, haven't you read them?"
Only after Shen Lele's dark expression did his mother stop the conversation. After
that incident, Shen Lele completely distanced himself from erotic literature. No matter how his male classmates secretly boasted about
how beautiful and tempting their picture books were, he remained unmoved. Most of the classmates who still secretly looked at erotic literature
were the kind who were fearless and resigned to their fate, only wanting to get their diplomas.
Shen Lele was different; he focused all his energy on his studies. Fortunately, he had a good foundation. Although he had been slacking off
for most of the semester, with his doubled efforts, he still managed to get into a key provincial university. Although his final
grades were somewhat different from his initial goals, who could he blame? Whose fault was it that the students circulated the paintings and calligraphy, or
that of the paintings and calligraphy themselves? In the end, he could only blame himself.
Every cloud has a silver lining. While the school wasn't ideal, its advantage was its proximity to
home . He couldn't stand the school food, so he could often go home and enjoy his mother's delicious cooking.
Shen Lele was now a sophomore in college. In his second semester, with his smooth-talking manner
and handsome face, he won over the class beauty. After a warm and romantic birthday party with his girlfriend, he
broke her nearly twenty-year-old hymen, officially declaring his manhood.
With his family's generous allowance, Shen Lele rented a room in the school's residential area and
frequently . After a year of physical intimacy with his girlfriend, Shen Lele was no longer a novice in bed
. His experience and techniques could make the woman beneath him feel like she was in heaven. More importantly, he was very well-endowed. Not only was he
handsome, but he also had a fantastic physique, and his thick, long penis was a source of utter infatuation for his girlfriend.
Since the incident with Xiao Pang, his mother's name and image had vanished from his sexual vocabulary.
"But what's wrong with me today?" Shen Lele irritably rolled over, his mother's half-naked figure reappearing before his
eyes. He shook his head several times, trying to suppress the image, but the more he tried to avoid it, the more the image haunted him. "Mom's breasts seem bigger than before." Unable to shake off the thought, Shen Lele finally stopped torturing himself. "It's just a fleeting thought, I've fantasized about it before, and it's nothing." Thinking of his mother's breast size, Shen Lele got out of bed and rummaged through a locked box in the wardrobe, pulling out a beautifully crafted cardboard box. Inside were cherished childhood memories. He pulled a black bag from the bottom of the box and took out a pair of pink lace panties. These were the panties Shen Lele had stolen from his mother's clothesline during his senior year of high school, and had kept hidden in that box ever since. They were his mother's sexiest panties back then. He had coveted it for a long time, finally managing to get his hands on this treasure on a fine, windy , and rainy day. Years ago, stimulated by these panties, countless "semen" had been ejaculated into tissues . Shen Lele unfolded the lace panties in his palm, the lines of his hand faintly visible through the narrow fabric of the crotch. "Mmm, Mom's scent!" He crumpled the panties into a ball and brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath. He could faintly smell his mother's lingering scent. "What does Mom's scent smell like? Is it the same as my girlfriend's?" Shen Lele inhaled deeply, hoping to detect his mother's scent. His penis throbbed, an unclear confirmation or denial of his question. After a while, he carefully placed the pink panties back into the box. Just then , he heard his mother turning the lock outside: "Lele, why did you lock the door?" "Oh~ oh, I was changing clothes~" Shen Lele panicked, his face burning as he opened the door to let his mother in. The sight before him deeply wounded him; his nostrils stung, and he felt something trickling down. He touched his nose, confirming there was no nosebleed, and only then did he feel relieved. His mother stood before the door, drenched in sweat, her wet undershirt almost transparent, revealing the outlines of her two full breasts , even the dark red nipples were clearly visible. "Mom, I'm going to take a shower first." Shen Lele fled the room as if escaping. He felt the room temperature was a staggering 180 degrees Celsius; if he didn't leave soon, his blood vessels would burst and he would die. He rushed towards the bathroom, disappearing . "This child, so grown up, still so impulsive. He didn't even grab his clothes before going to take a shower." Su Yan watched her son's hasty departure, laughing as she pulled her undershirt tighter, revealing her two full breasts. "?!" Shen Lele locked himself in the bathroom, his heart still pounding. His mother outside was truly irresistibly alluring; already incredibly beautiful, dressed so sexily today, wasn't she tempting him to commit a crime? He took off his clothes and threw them into the bamboo basket in the corner, his naked body looking quite fit. "Le'er, you forgot your clothes." A moment later, his mother's soft voice sounded from outside the door, captivating Shen Lele like a bewitching melody. "Ah~ Mom~ I forgot just now, please bring them in for me later." Only when his mother said this did Shen Lele realize that he had forgotten to take his clothes in his haste to leave. "What clothes do you want to wear?" His mother's gentle voice sounded again. "Take that blue tracksuit!" Shen Lele replied while washing his body. He tried hard to suppress his thoughts of his mother, but her half-naked and alluring image lingered in his mind . He pressed down on his engorged penis, trying to soften it, but the more he pressed, the harder it became. When he let go, it snapped against his lower abdomen with a "smack." The large shaft was covered with veins, and the glans was menacing. Su Yan responded to her son and went to find his clothes. She went into her son's room and found his blue tracksuit and a pair of underwear in the neatly arranged wardrobe. Looking at her son's neatly arranged room, her heart was filled with pride. From childhood to adulthood, her son had never caused her any worry, whether it was his studies, his daily life, or even the cleaning of his room. He completely lacked the typical shortcomings of only children, which made Su Yan very proud. After starting high school, her son, who used to cling to her and talk to her, became less so and gradually developed his own private space and secrets. "Sure enough, a son grows up and becomes like his mother," Su Yan thought, walking to the bathroom door. "Le'er, are you done washing?" "Mmm~ umm~" her son mumbled incoherently. Su Yan assumed he was finished and pushed the door open forcefully. Unexpectedly, she pushed too hard, and the entire door came slammed shut.

"Open." "Ah~" Su Yan gasped softly, her pretty face flushing red with embarrassment.
Her son was washing his hair, head down, covered in foam, his erect penis pressed proudly against his lower abdomen
, directly facing her. Su Yan's face burned again, her heart fluttering slightly. She quickly tucked her wet hair behind her ear to hide it
, tucked her son's clothes away, and hurriedly closed the door. Just as the wooden door was about to close
, her gaze inadvertently fell on her son's intimidatingly large penis.
"It's only been a few years, how did it grow so thick and long?" Sitting on the sofa, Su Yan's face was burning. Recalling
the thick, hard penis she had seen in the bathroom, she couldn't help but sigh. Having not seen a man's
penis , she was now blushing and her heart was pounding.
"It's not like I haven't seen my own son's body before," Su Yan realized her change in mindset and
tried to reassure herself. But she couldn't deny that her son's physique was at least two sizes larger than her husband's.
Having just finished yoga, she was covered in sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. She tried to get up to get her clothes and shower, but found
her legs a little weak. "It's just a big penis, why are you so worried?" Su Yan chuckled to herself,
struggling to her feet while holding onto the sofa. The cool, damp feeling in her lower body was hard to tell if it was sweat or something else.
Su Yan hadn't seen a penis in a long time. Aside from a few lukewarm encounters with her husband, Shen Shan, during the Spring Festival
, she hadn't even smelled meat for nearly three months, let alone had sex. The prolonged lack of sex had almost made her
forget the shape of a man's penis.
For nearly twenty years, Su Yan had only had her husband and no other man. Despite having a
son nearing twenty, the mature and beautiful woman had no shortage of suitors. At several city-wide education system commendation ceremonies,
several city leaders had repeatedly hinted that Su Yan should become their mistress. Su Yan pretended not to notice, gradually
rejecting their advances.
From a girl to a woman, and then from a woman to a mature woman, her husband, Shen Shan, was her only man. Aside from her son
's small penis when he was little, the only other penis she had ever seen was her husband's. Therefore, seeing her son's thick, long
penis so suddenly tonight inevitably stirred her heart. Whether as a mother or a woman, seeing a penis like her son's
would be unsettling for most women.
Before she could think further, her son finished washing up and came out. Because of the hot weather, he was only wearing sweatpants
, his upper body bare. Beneath his healthy skin, his well-defined muscles dazzled Su Yan.
Her son , and Su Yan hadn't noticed how athletic his body was. Now, however,
she realized that her son had grown from the little boy who always followed her around into a tall, strong man.
"Finished washing, Le'er?" Su Yan awkwardly looked away from her son's muscles and asked, trying to cover her
tracks.
"Yeah, finished washing." Shen Lele lowered his head and brushed past his mother. After washing his hair in the bathroom,
he was startled when he saw the clothes his mother brought in. He'd forgotten to lock the door while showering, and his mother's sudden walk in had
allowed her to see his embarrassing crotch. The thought of his mother having seen everything made Shen Lele incredibly awkward,
so when he came out, he didn't dare look his mother in the eye.
Seeing his mother's nonchalant expression, Shen Lele finally relaxed. Perhaps he was overthinking it;
his mother probably hadn't seen his crotch at all. Even if she had, she probably wouldn't have cared.
Actually, if Shen Lele had looked closely at his mother, he would have noticed the unnatural expression on her face, but
he quickly looked away!
Su Yan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, bending down to take off her underwear. Recalling the embarrassment, she stretched out her slender
middle finger and touched the narrow strip of fabric in the middle of her underwear; it was slightly damp. Her pretty face flushed instantly,
reflecting in the mirror on the wall like a radiant peach blossom.
Nearly forty years old, she didn't look old at all. Time, besides adding a mature charm, hadn't
left many marks on her. This might be related to her long-term exercise, or her love of fruits and vegetables,
or perhaps her genes. In any case, Su Yan is beautiful, mature and charming, with a captivating allure
.
In the mirror, Su Yan is exceptionally beautiful, her snow-white body curvaceous and shapely. Her two round, snow-white
breasts droop slightly, their dark red nipples slightly upturned. Her waist is slender, her lower abdomen slightly protruding, and her round,
full buttocks flare outwards. At the base of her long, shapely legs, a dark red slit is tightly closed, with
a small, inverted triangle-shaped mound above it. A few sparse pubic hairs, black and smooth, cling to her vulva, particularly alluring.
Su Yan gently sways her buttocks; apart from her slightly protruding abdomen, her entire body exudes confidence. But it is precisely this protruding abdomen that makes her so
alluring!
"My son has been here for almost ten months!" Su Yan gently stroked her swollen belly, thinking of
the hardships of ten months of pregnancy, the tearing pain of childbirth, the agony of her vagina being cut open, and
the ticklish sensation of her son playfully biting her nipples while nursing. The tiny, helpless infant had grown into a man.
"A man..." The thought of those three words brought to mind the scene she had just witnessed—that male phallus, a
thick, large male phallus, the symbol of manhood.
This fleeting thought stirred a chord within Su Yan's lonely heart. The image of her son nursing as a baby,
his face filled with contentment and happiness, flashed before her eyes. His soft, white hands unconsciously climbed up her proud breasts, stirring her lonely
heartstrings. Suddenly, a tingling pleasure spread from her nipples, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a
pebble .
Looking at her full, firm breasts in the mirror, Su Yan touched them, her mind filled with
the image of her son nursing as a baby, a look of happiness on her face. Her fingers inadvertently flicked her nipples, a tingling sensation spreading from them throughout
her body . "Oh," a soft moan escaped her cherry-red lips.
Her slender white fingers glided over her swollen belly, brushed past the sparse, messy pubic hair, and delved into that beautiful crevice.
The crevice was wet and sticky; she couldn't tell if it was sweat or vaginal fluid. Her long, thin middle finger bent and slowly
inserted deep into the crevice, while her small thumb pressed against her clitoris, flicking it lightly like a dragonfly skimming the water.
There was no steam in the bathroom, but Su Yan's body temperature was higher than the hot water. Her left palm
massaged , while her right fingers moved in and out of her narrow opening. It felt as if her husband was on top of her, her groin
throbbing incessantly, producing a sound like oars paddling through water.
"Mmm...oh..." Su Yan's desire was slowly and fully aroused. She pursed her lips and suppressed a low moan.
Su Yan imagined, imagined, and not only did she not stop, but she became even more frantic. She lifted her left leg,
He positioned himself on the edge of the bathtub, his left hand bracing against the wall, while his right hand rapidly thrust two fingers in
and
out of her vagina. Su Yan's fair body gradually turned crimson, her arched body swaying and trembling violently. Her vagina, untouched by a penis for three whole months, opened and closed, releasing a glistening white fluid that dripped onto the floor, creating a beautiful sight.
She thought of the countless nights she had spent lying alone in bed, loneliness creeping into her body like the night itself. Countless times,
she had tried to banish that loneliness, but it gnawed deeper and deeper like a persistent ailment, disturbing her empty body.
In her youth , with work and the responsibility of raising and educating her children, Su Yan didn't have many sexual desires. During
sex with her husband, he was usually the one to initiate. Most of the time, she lay in bed letting him do as he pleased, only occasionally
showing interest and responding to him.
As her son grew older, she no longer needed to spend so much time caring for him, and Su Yan had more free time. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm
, you think of sex." She, who had been indifferent to sex in her youth
, now craved it more and more.
Just as her husband, Shen Qiao, said, "When you were young, you were as cold as water; now you're as passionate as fire." Su Yan admitted her husband was right. Especially in the days before and after her period, she craved sex intensely, always
wanting a hot, hard penis to penetrate her itchy, empty vagina and fill the void. Thinking of this, thinking of her loneliness
and solitude , tears streamed down Su Yan's face, wetting a patch of her white breasts.
Su Yan thrust in and out dozens more times, waves of pleasure washing over her, but this wasn't the effect she wanted.
She quickly withdrew her fingers, leaned against the wall, bent over, her wet, glistening buttocks raised, and then
inserted her fingers back into her vagina from behind.
The "plop plop" sounds of thrusting and Su Yan's suppressed moans mingled together, creating an alluring
scene. The entire bathroom was filled with a subtle fragrance, brimming with the scent of spring.
Su Yan closed her eyes and imagined her husband behind her, supporting her waist and thrusting rapidly and forcefully into her
vagina, giving her wave after wave of pleasure. Su Yan opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes glazed over, and looked back to see her son thrusting
into her from behind. Her son was grinning wickedly as he moved behind her.
"Ah..." Su Yan was startled and screamed.
Shen Lele had been watching TV in the living room for a while and noticed her mother hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. Afraid something might have happened to her mother, she
went to the bathroom door to call her. But as soon as she approached the door, she heard her mother
scream from inside.
Shen Lele jumped in fright, banging on the bathroom door and asking anxiously, "Mom, are you alright?"
Su Yan was startled by her own scream, and her son's concerned voice from outside the door
snapped . Su Yan felt ashamed of her actions. What shamed her even more was that her son had appeared in her sexual fantasy
.
"Mom's fine, I'm just finished showering." Su Yan pinched her thigh hard; faint traces of water
remained .
When Su Yan came out, she saw her son sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Her son asked with concern, "Mom, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I accidentally turned the water too high and scalded myself," Su Yan cleverly offered
an excuse to cover up her earlier blunder.
"Are you hurt? Let me see." Her son stood up from the sofa worriedly, wanting to check if he was
injured.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Mom's going to cook." Su Yan waved her hands repeatedly, afraid her son would scrutinize her non-existent injury
. Seeing that her son didn't press further, she went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Su Yan, dressed in plain home clothes, was still blushing at her earlier absurd behavior. She kept turning back,
as if her son was staring at her with strange eyes, mocking her, making her feel uncomfortable. She
flipped the scrambled eggs with chives in the pan again and again, then turned to get a plate to serve.
"Le'er, you scared Mommy!" Turning around, she was startled by her son standing in front of her,
smiling broadly. She clutched her chest, her rosy face turning pale.
"Mom, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see what delicious food you made for me." Shen Lele
put his left arm around his mother and gently patted her back with his right, comforting her. At this moment, he had no
desires as before; he just wanted to comfort his frightened mother.
After the brief shock, Su Yan returned to normal. Her son's strong masculine scent stirred her
emotions , and a blush returned to her fair face. "Are you hungry? Mom made your favorite stir-fried
eggs with chives. We'll cook two more dishes and then we can eat." Su Yan gently pulled away from her son's embrace and turned to get a plate from the
sterilizer .
"Mom, don't cook so many dishes. There aren't many for the two of us." Shen Lele seemed to notice his mother's embarrassment
and let go of her.
"Okay, then I'll cook one more dish. We can eat soon." Su Yan put the stir-fried eggs with chives in the pan,
washed the wok, and poured a plate of greens into it with a sizzle.
"Then I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."
At the dinner table, the mother and son completely forgot about the embarrassment from before. Watching her son wolf down his food, Su Yan kept
telling him to eat slowly and not choke. Noticing his bowl was almost empty, she couldn't resist adding a piece of
braised pork rib to his plate.
"Mom, if you keep adding more, this pile of food is higher than my head!" her son complained, his cheeks puffed out as he chewed
.
"Look, the school food is pretty bad; you've gotten thinner," Su Yan said, placing an egg in his
bowl.
"I'm not thin! Look at my physique!" her son said, puffing out his chest. "Mom, you
need to eat more," he said, putting the egg Su Yan had just given him back into her bowl. "Mom, I'm not thin! I haven't had time to exercise lately; I've gained several pounds," Su Yan said, gesturing exaggeratedly with
her hands on her waist . "Mom isn't fat at all! She'd be just the right size to gain or lose weight!" Shen Lele put down his chopsticks, gesturing exaggeratedly with his hands to show off his mother's curvaceous figure. "You're so sweet, always trying to make Mom happy," Su Yan chuckled, her beautiful eyes glancing at him. Unconsciously, her full breasts lifted even more, a surge of joy welling up inside her. Loving beauty is a woman's nature, especially when praised by the person she loves most . "Why haven't I heard you praise Mom before? Did you get used to charming girls at school and now you're using it on me ?" Su Yan teased her son, gesturing with her fair arm. "Mom, your son isn't that good," Shen Lele looked at his mother innocently.

"Look, you still say you're not amazing? Even Mom was charmed, let alone those teenage girls."
Su Yan continued teasing her son, showing no sign of letting him off the hook.
"Mom..." Shen Lele was speechless, putting down his chopsticks and snuggling closer to his mother
.
Su Yan chuckled and stood up, tapping her son's forehead with her slender, white fingers: "Mom was just
kidding . Eat up, the food's getting cold."
Night had completely fallen, and lights were lit in the tall and short buildings outside the window. Mother and son sat side by side on
the soft sofa watching TV, which was showing a melodramatic Korean drama. Shen Lele put his big feet on
the coffee table, biting into an apple his mother had peeled, making loud smacking noises. Su Yan, on the other hand, leaned back on the soft sofa,
taking small bites of her apple.
"Mom, what's so good about these Korean dramas?" Shen Lele finished the rest of his apple, wiped his hands with
a few tissues, and turned to look at his mother.
"The love stories in them are quite touching," Su Yan said with a smile, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks.
"They're all the same, I'm tired of watching them." Her mother's smile was beautiful, especially her dimples, which made her look
particularly sweet.
"What do you know, you're just a kid. You've never been in a relationship."
"Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run, right? Mom, why don't you tell me how you and Dad fell in love?"
Shen Lele shifted his position, getting closer to his mother, looking at her with a pig-like expression.
"Your dad and I..." Su Yan blushed at her son's question, stammering and unsure how to answer.
What kind of son asks his parents how they fell in love? Wasn't this embarrassing for her?
"Mom, tell me!" Shen Lele was very curious about how his father had won over his beautiful mother. He
grabbed his mother's bare, white arm, feeling the soft, smooth texture in his palm.
"Oh dear, how am I supposed to explain this, Mom?" Su Yan twisted her body shyly, looking every bit like a
little girl, which was quite adorable.
"Let's start from how you two met... please... Mom," Shen Lele shook his mother's hand,
continuing to plead.
"Alright, alright, you've made Mom dizzy." Su Yan couldn't resist her son's insistence and had no choice but to agree.
As she murmured her story, the mother's thoughts drifted back to her university days, her face filled with the sweet memories of her first love
. Shen Lele held his mother's hand, listening to her tale with envy. Later, his mother
told how she became pregnant with him right after starting work, how his father initially wanted to abort him, and how his mother insisted
on bringing him into the world. Shen Lele was deeply moved.
"Mom, thank you. If it weren't for your insistence, I wouldn't have had the chance to come into this world," Shen Lele said
gratefully, looking at his mother.
"Silly child, you are my flesh and blood, how could I abandon you? No matter how great the hardship, I
would bring you into this world." Thinking of the hardships of ten months of pregnancy, Su Yan excitedly hugged her son to her chest,
stroking his black hair with her hand.
"Mom, thank you for everything, I will love you for a lifetime." Shen Lele's head was nestled against his mother's soft
breasts , a surge of emotion welling up within him, and he vowed to love his mother forever. His face was pressed against his mother's soft breasts,
his nose inhaling her sweet, fragrant scent, and a quiet erection stirred within him.
"Silly child, I will love you for a lifetime too." Infected by her son's emotions, Su Yan hugged him
even tighter, her full, soft breasts pressing firmly against his face.
Shen Lele was almost breathless from his mother's tight embrace. He twisted his head forcefully, his mouth nuzzling against
his mother 's warm breasts, the faint scent of milk emanating from them. This was
a scene he had imagined countless times two years ago, and now it was unfolding before his eyes. Suddenly, an evil thought welled up from the depths of his heart,
but he immediately suppressed it. How could he defile his noble and great mother?
Su Yan's breasts were a little uncomfortable from her son's thrusting, a long-lost tingling sensation spreading from her nipples, soaring to
the paradise between her legs, an unnamed fire rising up, making her cheeks flush. Su Yan
pressed her son's head down forcefully, trying to stop the tingling sensation, until her son made a muffled sound, then she let
go.
Shen Lele was almost suffocated by his mother's pressure, and gasped for breath as soon as he was released from his mother's arms: "Mom...
Mom, I almost suffocated... huff huff..."
Su Yan's cheeks were flushed, and her big, watery eyes were full of tears. Her pink lips parted awkwardly as she said, "
Mom...Mom was just...too excited..."
Shen Lele, surrounded by the sweet scent of milk, couldn't resist kissing her mother's
cheek . "Mwah!"
"Ah...Le'er," Su Yan, already embarrassed and shy, blushed even more after her son kissed her, her
face turning a deep, alluring red.
"Thank you, Mom." Shen Lele gazed at her mother's shy expression with a strange
light in his eyes.
"Hmm...go to sleep early." Her son's burning gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing Su Yan's eyes and
heart, exposing her fleeting desire to the world.
Su Yan sat blankly on the edge of the bed, staring at the wedding photo hanging above it. The couple in the photo were
embracing sweetly. Her long-dormant desire had finally returned, but it wasn't the man in the wedding photo who aroused it,
but her suicidal son. She collapsed weakly onto the cold, hard bed.
Su Yan pulled off her clothes, lying on the bed in only her underwear. She never worried about others seeing her body,
because her apartment was much higher than any of the surrounding buildings. The pure white moonlight
streamed through the half-open window, bathing the bed in a silvery glow, making her appear noble and pure. Her white body
writhed and rolled on the large bed in the night, like a tormented beauty and beast.
Thinking of her husband, Su Yan felt nothing but longing and resentment. He hadn't been home once since the New Year. Was the company really
that busy? Su Yan couldn't understand it. She had begged her husband to come home several times, and he had promised, but
each time he disappointed her. He always had one excuse or another, saying he was too busy at work, and
so on. Su Yan didn't dare to think too deeply about it; there were too many examples of this around her, on TV, and online. She
preferred to believe that her husband was genuinely busy with work and couldn't find time to come home, rather than that he was having an affair.
In her husband's absence, loneliness slowly crept into her body like the darkness of night whenever night fell. She
She wanted to wave away the loneliness, but it gnawed deeper and deeper like a bone-deep sore, stirring her lonely heartstrings and arousing her
empty body. In her youth, she had to work and care for her children, so she didn't have many desires for sex. Every time
she made love with her husband, it was always him who initiated. Most of the time, she lay in bed letting him do as he pleased, only
occasionally showing interest and engaging in passionate intercourse.
As her son grew older, she spent less time with him. With enough to eat and wear, desires began to stir; the woman who
had been indifferent became increasingly eager and proactive. Just as her husband, Shen Shan, said, "When you were young, you
were as cold as ice, but now you're as passionate as fire." Su Yan admitted that her husband was right. Especially in the days before and after her period,
her desire for sex was like parched land receiving rain.
Having never masturbated in her youth, Su Yan learned to soothe her empty body with her fingers. Countless nights,
two slender fingers replaced her husband's penis, traversing the passage that once belonged to him.
The lingered in her heart, refusing to dissipate.
Su Yan turned to face the window. Bathed in the pure white moonlight, she thought of her son. For him, she
felt nothing but deep love. Now grown up, her son was slowly learning to be considerate and tender,
making her sacrifices worthwhile. Thinking of him, she smiled sweetly, happiness blooming on her
beautiful face.
Thinking of him, she also felt a pang of shame. His two unintentional actions today had stirred a long-dormant
desire within her. She knew it was forbidden, even shameful, yet the feeling was so natural, so
exhilarating, so unpretentious.
Su Yan shifted her soft, delicate body, her pale right hand unconsciously resting on her groin. Her slender
fingers first gently slid across her mons pubis, the smooth fingertips clearly feeling the
cool, moist area in the center. Her middle finger pressed against the crevice between her mons pubis, applying slight pressure and rubbing back and forth. Like
a bonfire lit in a snowy winter landscape, Su Yan's cold heart was ignited by desire. An unnamed fire of lust began
to burn from the base of her thighs, spreading upwards until it reduced her proud body to ashes.
Two fingers hooked off her narrow lace panties, her right leg tucked away, slipping off her foot and hanging on her left thigh.
Then, she eagerly reached deep into her tightly closed legs. Parting the sparse, soft pubic hair, she played with the two trembling
petals, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, like playing a rustling musical staff.
Her husband seemed to emerge from the night, coming to her side, lying between her legs, drinking her juices.
Her husband climbed on top of her, pressing down on her, supporting himself with his right hand, kneading her left breast with one hand
while sucking .
"Mmm...oh...oh..." Su Yan's delicate lips emitted joyful moans. Before she could react,
her husband had already parted her legs and thrust himself inside her. "Ah...oh...oh..." Her husband showed no
mercy as he thrust and pounded, the pleasure crashing into Su Yan's soul.
Under the night sky, her body lay on the bed with her legs wide open, accompanied by the woman's moans,
as fingers deep inside her moved incessantly, making soft, squelching sounds. With each thrust,
her body writhed rhythmically, the trembling intensifying. Five fingers on her left breast seemed to tear it
apart , desperately kneading and manipulating it.
"Oh...oh...faster..." The woman's red lips grew even redder, her breath sweet as orchids.
Soon , the frequency of her trembling increased, seemingly beyond her control. As she writhed, she arched her body and thrust
forward. In the instant of her climax, the man between her thighs was dazzling, like a shimmering silver immortal. In the final
moment, she saw the immortal's face—her own son.
Forbidden pleasure mingled with her climax, a gush of whitish fluid spurted from between her two glistening petals, quenching
the thirst of her long-parched flower.
Su Yan breathed heavily, her breasts heaving. Her fingers, inserted deep into her vagina, were
glistening with her fluids. In that instant of climax, she vaguely saw her son thrusting forcefully between her legs. At that moment,
she couldn't control her thoughts, only wanting the climax to be more complete. After the climax,
the coolness reminded her how intense and astonishing her orgasm had been.
Su Yan pulled the blanket over herself. The late spring night was still somewhat chilly; she hadn't felt it before, but only after
the climax did she feel a slight coolness. She touched her flushed cheeks, feeling the lingering contractions deep within her uterus,
the wetness between her legs, and the throbbing pain in her left breast. She didn't want to get up, didn't even want to move;
she wanted to savor the afterglow of her climax a little longer.
Su Yan savored the lingering afterglow of her climax. But the thought of her son appearing in her mind during both instances of masturbation
filled her with shame. "You thought of your son while you were doing that? What's the difference between you and a slut? He's your
own son!" Su Yan felt ashamed of her thoughts and repeatedly blamed herself.
"But I didn't intentionally think about my son's face. Every time, I was thinking about my husband..." Su Yan
tried to justify herself after her self-reproach. But even the most plausible excuse couldn't hide the shame in her heart.
"What is my son doing? Is he asleep?"

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