Mom! Let me take care of you.

After baseball practice, on the drive home, I could clearly hear my fourteen-year-old son
sobbing . Intuition told me something had happened, yet another voice inside told me that neither the place nor the time
was right to express my concern to him. Silence was incredibly painful for me at that moment, because Josh was my life, my
soul. And the day he was born was the anniversary of my late husband Joshua's death.

That day, not wanting to miss his son's birth, my late husband rushed to the hospital. However, a reckless person drove in
front of my deceased husband, instantly adding two innocent souls to the gray road. And it wasn't until shortly after Josh's arrival that I learned
of my husband's death. From then on, Josh became everything to me; he was the only person and thing in the world I cared about. I guessed that
my husband 's soul would forever remain with me through my son's body.

The sky gradually darkened as the car drove onto the road not far from the garage. Before I could park the car, Josh suddenly
jumped out and ran wildly towards home. What could have driven him to this? That was the only reason I could think of—my
son was heartbroken, and the knowing sadness on my face only made him feel worse.

Entering the house, I found Josh sitting on the living room sofa, sobbing loudly. His fists were
raining down on the cushions.

I slowly walked towards him, trying to clear my mind. "Josh," I said, gently stroking his
hair, "Do you want to talk to Mom about what happened at the basketball court today?" As I spoke, I sat down beside him.

He didn't answer, but rested his head on my lap and cried even louder. I told myself that maybe after he
finished crying, he would be willing to speak. So I just sat there, playing with his hair until he calmed down.

"I've been kicked off the team." That was his first sentence.

If you knew Josh, you might categorize him as having a learning disability. Indeed, compared to his classmates,
he learns new things much more slowly. In addition, he's somewhat clumsy, a little slow-witted, and has a slight stutter. This makes him a target of ridicule from his classmates. He's tried to do things to change this situation, but no matter how much help and encouragement I give him, the constant mockery and teasing from
his peers always renders all his efforts futile. 　　I helped him lift his head and hugged him tighter. "Now, now…" I murmured, "Everything will be alright, Josh . Mom's here, and no matter what happens, Mom's love for you will never change. As for you being kicked off the team… well… that's a bit tricky !" 　　We sat on the sofa for a long time—I say a long time because I don't even know how much time passed. Finally, Josh calmed down and drifted off to sleep in my arms. Since sleep was what he needed most at that moment, I didn't intend to wake him. I simply moved him carefully so he could comfortably sleep on my lap. After a while, I tiptoed away from him and went to get a blanket. Although I didn't like him sleeping on the sofa, tonight, it didn't matter. 　　I unzipped his basketball shorts, unbuttoned them, and slowly took them off. Some people need to change into pajamas to get a good night's sleep, and my Josh, like his father, had this habit, which was why I was changing his pants. 　　However, just as I took off his pants, Josh's freed penis sprang out, the slightly upward-pointing glans indicating it was semi-erect. I couldn't help but stare at my son's restless member, even though he was sleeping peacefully. 　　As my gaze settled on the young, virgin penis before me, memories of my late husband flooded back . A rekindled lust made me want to caress it, play with it, or even just hold it. Good heavens! After so long, I never imagined I'd miss the feel of a man's penis. Good heavens! This was my fourteen-year-old son's penis! 　　Just as I was lost in my fantasies, my son's aroused penis pulled me back to reality. 　　"Mom," he called out, half-asleep. 　　"Honey, I'm here. Mom's right here." To avoid embarrassing him, I quickly covered him with a blanket. I sat down again, letting him rest his head on my knees, and I was now immobilized, only able to watch him drift from light sleep to deep sleep. I grabbed a small pillow from the sofa, pondering how to pass the time. 　　It was past two in the morning, and my neck was stiff, so I had to lie down. I massaged my neck, turning my head occasionally, while also watching Josh's movements. Several times, as usual, he kicked off the blanket, his penis fully erect, creating a bulge in his pajama bottoms. This physical change made me freeze like a statue. I turned around and dimmed the lamp next to the sofa. Don't ask me why I did this; I didn't know myself. 　　The light was dim, but enough for me to clearly see my son's enormous penis. For Josh's age, his penis was large. It was between six and seven inches long. Good heavens! A thought suddenly occurred to me: if the girls at school knew about my son 's "strengths," I guarantee he'd be a star student, at least among the girls. 　　My mind went mad as the incestuous thoughts intensified. I struggled to control myself, trying not to bend down and play with his penis . My heart pounded faster and faster, and beads of sweat dripped from my brow. I could feel spasms between my legs, and after a shudder, my juices finally started flowing. I squeezed my legs together, trying to calm my "little sister," but Josh 's head, lying on my lap, only made things worse. 　　I hadn't felt this kind of stimulation in a long time! Yes, I have to admit I masturbate, but this feeling is different from what I get from masturbation. Very different. This feeling reminded me of when my late husband was alive; the pleasure was almost identical to what he had given me. 　　I closed my eyes, desperately trying to think of other unrelated things, forcing myself not to focus on the person beside me. I knew the evil thoughts flowing through my mind were absolutely wrong, and I knew that what I was thinking about now could cause my son lifelong harm. I knew...

I could turn my obedient son into an extremely rebellious person, and also make him hate me for the rest of his life. I can't do that!
What's the point of my life if I lose Josh's love!

Then, knowing that the lewd thoughts still lingered in my mind, I slowly opened my eyes. I turned my head and focused
my gaze on the long, thin object that had almost completely captured my attention. When I saw my son having a wet dream, I couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.
As I said (oh God!), when my son's penis shook violently, desire finally overcame reason.

Damn it! That was my thought at that moment. As long as I didn't stroke his penis too much, he might not wake up. Thinking of
this, the feeling of hunger made me slowly move my head towards his penis. I could feel the heat of his penis when I was close
enough to stroke it. Carefully and slowly, I circled his penis with my fingers. Now, my fingers couldn't leave it.

With very slow movements, I began to stroke the penis in my hand. Oh, God! This felt amazing. It had been so long since I had been with a man's body after my husband's tragic
death . Since Josh's penis was still a little dry, I moved my hand to
my mouth. Oh, this taste! His penis smelled so sensual. In that instant, the taste from my fingers was intoxicating
. My tongue came out of my mouth, and I realized—I was licking my fingers.

I put some saliva on my palm and smeared it on Josh's penis, then began to rub my son's hard penis.
Suddenly, a soft groan came from deep in his throat. The sound made me think he had woken up, and I withdrew my hand
. After a few seconds, seeing that he didn't make any other movement, I realized that he was still fast asleep.

As I resumed my previous actions, Josh's buttocks lifted slightly, and some
semen began to secrete from the tip of his penis. At this moment, Josh's breathing was equally deep. My vagina began to burn with rising lust, but Josh's head on my
knees prevented me from satisfying the thirst in my honeyed hole, and my hips naturally
swayed up and down with each stroke of Josh's penis.

As my fingers slid back and forth along his penis, I slowly increased the pressure of my caresses, coating my fingers with the little bit of my son's semen. I
put my hand in my mouth again, happily licking the semen off my fingers, remembering the taste I had missed for so long.

"Mmmmmm..." I began to moan.

As I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes, Josh couldn't help but make dreamlike sounds. I no longer cared whether my
actions would wake him from his sleep; all I wanted now was to see my son ejaculate. Not just to think about it, I needed to see that white
semen covering my entire palm. My expression and mouth constantly betrayed my desire, yet I knew it was impossible, because I
couldn't and wouldn't let things escalate to that point.

Josh arched his back on the sofa, burying his head deeper and deeper between my thighs, while I moved closer to him,
squeezing my legs tighter. My climax was approaching; I had never imagined I would experience such intense pleasure in this situation.

"Oh...I...oh...I..." I cried out, though I tried my best to keep my mouth shut: "Oh...my
God...ahhh! Mmm...it's so good...mmm...so good...I...oh...I...God...I can't take it anymore!"

Wave after wave of orgasms kept crashing against my honey pot. I could feel my labia throbbing intensely, and the constant flow of
vaginal fluid soaked my panties. As I enjoyed the orgasms, Josh made some strange noises, as if expressing
his thirst or something.

I looked up and saw Josh shooting his semen into the sky. I never thought a man could shoot his semen so high.
I moved my body towards his penis, hoping his second wave of semen would hit any part of my body. I increased
the pressure on his penis until the second orgasm erupted from his cock. This ejaculation was stronger and more powerful than the first one! My God!
I couldn't help but wonder if this was his real ejaculation.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide as the hot semen hit my nose squarely, then
slowly slid down the bridge of my nose. To prevent the semen from falling to the ground, I stuck out my tongue to catch it halfway. Before swallowing this long-awaited honey,
I licked my semen-covered tongue around my upper lip.

Josh slowly lay back on the sofa, while I cleaned up the few drops of semen that hadn't gone down his throat. His semi-erect penis returned to his thighs,
back to the position it was in when I had just pulled down his pants. After covering him with a blanket, I went into the bathroom to shower, but at that moment, guilt
slapped me hard across the face. As I sat in the bathtub, tears streamed down my face like a torrent, and my churning stomach made
me want to vomit. I did something I shouldn't have done to my son. My only consolation was that at least he didn't
wake up .

The next morning, everything returned to normal; at least Josh acted as if nothing had happened. I secretly vowed to myself that from now
on I would stay away from anything related to sex and would never again do anything intimate or inappropriate with my son. I never mentioned what
I had done to Josh, and after destroying all the evidence, I was even more convinced that he would never know about that night's incident.

That night seemed to have been buried deep in my memory, but that wasn't the case. Whenever I saw Josh preparing for bed or taking a bath,
incestuous thoughts would stir within me, and I always had to exert a great deal of effort to control my urge to touch him. If you want to call me
"sexually frustrated," I'm willing to admit it! For so many years, for so many nights alone in my empty room, my feelings and needs for sex seemed to have
become active on that night I spent with Josh. At this moment, I can feel the fire of desire burning fiercely within me. My cunt has reached its awakening
moment; I can hear it calling for a man, calling for a hard cock.

Things are getting worse; daily masturbation can no longer extinguish the fiercely burning lust within my vagina. I want to be fucked!

To escape the hellish days that have passed, I tried going on a date with a friend I met through work. However, just as
he arrived at my doorstep, things took an unexpected turn when Josh saw this uninvited guest. Since my late husband's death, I
haven't had any sexual desire. I'm so tired of sex, and I feel so frustrated.
The truth is, because of my cowardice, Josh viewed the man before him as an enemy, and his body was trembling with excitement!

I tried to explain, but no matter how much I talked, he remained furious. Canceling the date
was . Peter understood my predicament and said he would find another opportunity to ask me out. Now,
I was alone on the steps, a man whose underwear was soaked with semen, a man who thought he had a chance to satisfy his lust.

An enraged Josh dashed back upstairs to his bedroom like a whirlwind, and I followed him, trying to talk to him. I knocked and
turned the doorknob, and there he was, lying on the bed with his face buried in the blankets.

“Josh,” I said, sitting down beside him, “Are you alright, darling?”

“Get away!” he yelled at me. “You don’t want me anymore!”

“No, Josh, you know Mom loves you, now and in the future.” I tried to defend myself with words.

“Then why did you go out with that person?” His voice was still very loud.

“Darling, you don’t understand. Sometimes… um… I mean… it’s unavoidable.” I didn’t know how to explain it to him,
so I tried to end the conversation. I thought, maybe keeping quiet was the best way to end the awkwardness.

“It’s alright, Josh, he’s gone. Mom kicked him out!”

“Really?” He sat up straight as he spoke, turning his face towards me. Regaining his confidence, he asked, “But…
why did you kick him out?”

“Darling, because Mom knows he upset someone special, and that special person is the only
man in my life.”

“Oh, Mom.” Josh said, wrapping his arms around my neck. “I love you so much, Mom. I promise I’ll make you
happy . You won’t need anyone else but me. Even though he’s gone, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you.”

After a brief embrace, I went to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack, while Josh went to the bathroom to shower. As usual, he
came downstairs wearing only a bathrobe. After finishing my snack, I got up and took a shower. Then I went back to the living room, intending to sit on
the sofa and watch TV to while away the weekend.

"Josh, how about we pinky swear before the movie starts?"

"Sure, Mom. Whatever you say," he replied.

"Really? Well, if I ever get so drunk I pass out, you'll have to help me up! How about you help me up now?"
I joked.

“Okay.” He began to explain the terms of the agreement: “I can be like your father. When you feel sad, I can gently hug you.
I can give you a kiss and do other things a father would do. I will be there for you through all the happy and sad times. And if
you feel cold at night, I will go into your bedroom and hold you as you fall asleep; I know you always love to sleep in your father’s arms.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks. His words brought back beautiful memories of the past and the most perfect lover of my life—
Josh’s father. His words even gave me a physical reaction; my legs went weak, and I almost fainted when
my son said he knew the most private things in my heart.

“Josh, how did you know that?” I asked.

"Come on, Mom," he said. "You and Dad love each other deeply, and even a three-year-old knows
what lovers do. You often caress and kiss each other, and sometimes I hear your voice coming from your room. Although I have no idea what you're
doing, I know you're happy. And every time I hear you moan, I think you're sick! But
when I hear you say to Dad, 'Oh, this feels so good,' I know Dad must make you feel much better, so
after I'm relieved, I run to sleep."

After hearing what he said, I ran towards him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Josh, my dearest
Josh! Mom's love for you is so deep, I promise you, no one can replace you in my heart."

We linked arms and walked towards the living room. Just then, Josh playfully patted my bottom. The reason I believed he
was innocent was that he was simply imitating his father's behavior, something his late husband often did.

"Josh!" I exclaimed in surprise. Seeing my reaction, he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you think this
is funny?" I loudly demanded he sit at the table. Josh guessed what I was about to do, so he started running around. I grabbed him in
the middle and slammed him to the floor. Laughter echoed between us as I pretended to hit him.

Josh, now a strong young man, easily switched our positions and raised my hands
above . Because his bathrobe had opened during our playful antics, I could see his engorged penis beneath his underwear. In that instant,
I remembered what had happened before.

"Okay, okay," I said, "The movie's about to start, let Mom get up." I pleaded in a coquettish tone.

"Hmm...but I don't want you to get up," he replied.

I tried to push him away and shift my buttocks to the other side, but my movements only made him press his entire body against me,
creating a missionary position. For Josh, it was just a game; but for me, it was a sexually provocative
contact. Perhaps my subconscious led things this way, perhaps.

Josh raised an arm and began to tickle me. As he tickled me, I couldn't hold back any longer! It's
strange, but being tickled in this situation, my libido actually began to burn—hard to believe, right? Josh was unaware of my psychological changes but
knew how to tickle me; after years of observation, he had learned the techniques he was now using on me from his father.

Being pinned down by my fourteen-year-old son, I slowly descended into madness. He thought my struggles were to escape, but
in reality , I was struggling for my own desires! As he tried to stop me from resisting, my raised buttocks accidentally bumped into his
groin. During the struggle, my oversized t-shirt slipped down to my waist. At the same time, I felt the heat emanating from Josh's
penis .

Josh noticed the situation, but he showed no intention of moving his penis away. Wearing only a bra, I
tightly clamped my legs together, and just in case, I locked Josh's legs with my ankles. I didn't want his penis to pop out of my underwear;
I had to control the situation. However, before I could, I messed up. My next action made things spiral
out of control.

Just as I tried to prop myself up, his penis slid into my inner thighs. The feeling was so wonderful; my
body became hot, and I started to secrete fluids. My labia became wet, and I was completely speechless.

Josh stopped moving; or rather, he felt helpless. The
thought of getting up and leaving or staying still was tormenting him. The current situation felt like an eternity. My thoughts drifted far, far away, and I
tried to find a way to resolve the predicament.

I thought I'd better loosen my grip on Josh's ankles and spread my legs before he got fully erect. Although I didn't think
he'd done this with girls before, the current position was too suggestive, and I couldn't help but worry that primal instincts would drive Josh
to thrust his penis forward. The incestuous thoughts in my head weren't wrong; what was wrong was that my crossing my legs severely aroused
his penis.

"Mmm..." he groaned softly through his nose. I sat up, brushing the hair away from his face. "Mom, I
love you," he said in an extremely romantic tone.

I knew what he wanted to do; his tone made it clear what he was thinking. I remembered the last time I heard that
tone was when my late husband and I were preparing for our tryst, and the situation was exactly the same as now. Without any warning, he lowered his head and
sealed my lips with his.

“Oh, Josh,” I said, “we can’t do this!”

“But, Mom, you…”

“Shh…” I put my index finger to his lips to quiet him. “You know what? There’s something a mother and
son absolutely cannot do together.”

“Mom, but we’re not...don’t we?
Haven’t you ever refused him?” he protested. I believe he still doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation.

"Josh, your father and I love each other, but we..."

"But? Mom, we love each other deeply too, don't we?"

"You're right, Josh, but this love is different."

"I don't want to hear it, Mom," he cried, almost sobbing. This was understandable, given that his penis had been erect for quite some
time.

"You mean... you give Dad more love than you give me?" Hearing this, I finally realized that Josh
knew nothing . Tears welled up in his eyes. Looking at his pure and innocent face, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his waist,
pulling our bodies closer together. As I hugged him tighter and tighter, and his penis entered my warm, maternal thighs again,
I could clearly feel his penis slowly swelling… swelling…

“Mom?”

“I’m here, darling, what’s wrong?”

“Why do I have this strange feeling I’ve never experienced before?”

I remained silent, because I didn’t know how to speak. I was now surrounded by overwhelming lust; I was trying
to lead my son into a world he had never known. Deep down, I knew we were about to cross a taboo, a
taboo that no parent would attempt to break.

Finally, I began to let my hands freely caress his body, his buttocks becoming the final destination. Then, I
gently rubbed his penis, the penis that would soon satisfy me. My breathing became heavy, while Josh narrowed his eyes,
trying to discern the cause of my drastic physiological changes from my movements.

In this passionate moment, Josh remained motionless. I thought he would begin thrusting his penis inside me,
but he was like a wooden block. It seemed I had no choice but to take the initiative! I slowly shifted my hips, then straddled him, savoring
the sensation of his penis sliding in and out of my buttocks. He didn't remove my bra, indicating he had no idea how to
penetrate me.

I desperately wanted to possess him; I had never known the desire to possess someone could be so intense. And now, my underwear
was the obstacle to making my dream come true. My thighs were wet with the semen seeping from his glans, and the vaginal fluid was
equally underwear. I grabbed his buttocks and lifted them up, so my vagina could engulf his penis.

I tried to get him to relax and move his hips up and down on me. After two tries, he finally got
the rhythm. For a long time, we swayed our bodies together. Josh's movements were surprisingly slow. If you thought he would be
thrusting wildly because of the ecstasy of his first time, you would be very wrong. Unlike
a virgin whose mind is confused because of first-time sex, his movements were very, very slow.

Oh my god! I can't believe there is such lewd music in the world. My constantly flowing juices made him
make "plop, plop" sounds as he thrust into me. I squeezed my thighs together with all my might, just to make sure my vaginal walls could
grip his penis tightly.

"Oh...oh...my God..." As Josh thrust vigorously, I began to moan, "Mmm...Josh...
mmm...you're making me feel so good...oh..." At that moment, I cared
nothing . The intimacy between my son and me surpassed that of any other mother in the world; I absolutely loved this feeling! Finally, we reached
a state of complete absorption, and I even thought his penis wasn't still inside me.

At this crucial moment, Josh began to make strange noises, his eyes tightly closed, and his face contorted. I immediately
realized that my son was on the verge of his first orgasm.

"Oh...Mom! Oh...my...Mom! I need to pee! Ah...I need to pee!"

I held him tightly again, forcing him to thrust faster and harder. He was like a busy bee, buzzing and flitting
about, flying fast and strong. Orgasm overwhelmed him; he trembled like someone having an epileptic seizure.
Tears streamed down his face, and he cried. I knew his tears contained a mixture of joy and confusion, but what did confusion matter? I
had plenty of time to explain to him the changes between him and us.

Although he never minded the changes between us, his age of fourteen still made me feel a little
guilty . But who cares about all that? Josh's birthday was coming up soon; who knows, maybe I'll give him another
unforgettable gift. [The End]

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