[Son, no!] (Translation, Part 5)

Son, no!!!

Translator: Seedless Watermelon
2012/10/20 Reposted on: Spring in the Courtyard
Word Count: 20,000

(Part 1 of 5)

Michelle left work early to rush home and tell her son the good news: she had not only been promoted, but her salary had also
increased significantly. She rushed into their two-story house and quickly ran upstairs, her high heels clattering on the wooden steps
. She grabbed the doorknob of her son's room and pushed the door open.

"David! You know what? I got promoted..." Michelle's sentence trailed off.

Michelle stood there, mouth agape, as if mesmerized by the scene before her. Her son sat
at his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen, headphones in his ears, completely absorbed in the screen.

A short video was playing repeatedly on the screen. A mature woman in a business suit was leaning over
a desk , legs spread, hands on the table, staggering in her high heels. Her skirt was up over her
back, revealing her thighs and buttocks encased in sheer brown stockings.

A tall, thin young man stood naked behind her, having already torn her stockings along the seam and pulled down her
red satin panties. He was forcefully thrusting his long, hard penis into her vagina. His hands
gripped her waist, his fingers pressing against the shiny stockings, making them shimmer in the bright light.

The woman turned to look at the young man. She was probably in her forties, but her heavily made-up face still
looked very attractive. She opened her mouth and said something, but Michelle couldn't hear her because her son had turned off the speaker
and was listening through headphones. However, the woman was clearly enjoying the young man's ministrations.

Michelle saw that her son was also intently watching the video while masturbating intensely. His thick, long
penis bulged between his thick thighs, his jeans and underwear tucked up to his ankles. What disturbed her most was that her son's
penis was covered by a pair of her nylon stockings, and in his other hand he held a pair of her worn satin panties,
inhaling their scent.

Her son, panting heavily and muttering to himself, frantically rubbed his stocking-covered penis. Michelle
was truly shocked. She knew her son masturbated, and even suspected he had used her underwear
, but she never imagined he would smell her panties.

Her mind was in turmoil, yet seeing her son satisfying himself also stirred
a strange excitement within her. Perhaps it was because he was in the same room watching her masturbate, or perhaps it was because of
the video playing on the screen? The fully clothed woman, slumped over a table being penetrated, looked somewhat like her. No! She
looked just like herself!

Michelle decided it was best to quietly leave the room and close the door, just as her son began
to groan loudly. On the computer screen, the tall, thin boy pulled his penis out of the beautiful mature woman's body and
ejaculated onto her round, full buttocks. Several puddles of semen stuck to her buttocks, ran down her thighs, and soaked her stockings
. Her son began to roar, and Michelle stood frozen, watching her son climax.

Her son vigorously masturbated, and the stockings tightly covering his penis suddenly darkened in color, then a puddle of
semen gushed out on the nylon surface. He licked the crotch of his mother's panties, then stuffed it tightly to his nose
and inhaled deeply.

"So good, Mom! It's all for you! Mom! Oh... let me fuck you, Mom!" David roared,
letting the pleasure wash over his body.

He was still focused on the screen when he ejaculated onto his mother's stockings, smelling and licking her panties,
imagining that he was the tall, thin boy in the video, and the woman leaning on the table was his own mother.

Michelle watched her son shouting that he wanted to ejaculate into his mother's body, making her face flush and hot.
A sudden, intense urge coursed through her body, making her genitals wet. She quickly turned,
quietly left the room, and shut the door behind her.

Michelle rushed back to her bedroom, her high heels
clicking . She slammed the door shut, panting, and managed to lock it with difficulty. She ran to
the small table beside the bed, pulled open the top drawer, and frantically rummaged through the pile of underwear until she finally found
what . Her long, elegant red nails scratched against the bottom of the drawer as she grabbed a plastic electric vibrator.

Michelle was trembling and sweating; she hadn't felt such a strong sexual urge in a long time.
Without even sitting down on the bed, she lifted her skirt, pulled her nylon stockings up to her thighs, inserted the vibrator into her
underwear , and pushed the tip of the vibrator into her labia, pressing it against her swollen clitoris. As she hurriedly
pulled down her panties, she felt they were already soaking wet. She forcefully pushed the vibrator into her vagina and quickly
turned it on.

Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down. Intense pleasure quickly overwhelmed her. She felt herself
about to scream, so she covered her mouth with her free hand and bit down to suppress the sound, lest her
son hear her passionate cries.

She lay back on the bed, pushing the vibrator deeper into her vagina while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with her hand, then buried her face
in the pillow to muffle her screams. She felt the vaginal walls contracting around the vibrator, and waves of intense pleasure
emanating She could even smell the damp, musty scent of her own vaginal secretions.

After her orgasm slowly subsided, Michelle turned off the vibrator and gently withdrew it from her vagina. She
rarely used such sex toys, so she was surprised that she had been so impulsive as to use it
like a penis. Her clitoris was still very sensitive. She rolled over, pulled up her panties and stockings,
straightened the stockings, adjusted her nylon panties to cover her buttocks, put the vibrator back in the drawer, closed it gently, and stood up
to straighten her skirt.

She went into the bathroom to wash her hands, looking at herself in the mirror. She was a beautiful forty-eight-year-old woman.
She wore black eyeliner, mascara, and pink and green eyeshadow, which made her beautiful light brown eyes
stand out even more; she had blush on her cheeks and dark red lipstick on her lips. Silver earrings
shimmered through her short black hair, and a silver necklace hung around her elegant neck.

Her full breasts were almost spilling out from the hem of her purple satin top and striped navy blue coat, a matching skirt...
Her underwear pressed tightly against her thighs and buttocks, a shapely thigh encased in nylon stockings peeking out from the slit in the side of her skirt
. Her legs were strong and long, her feet elegant and delicate, encased in four-inch black high heels, the red toenails beneath
the light-colored stockings seeming to peek out from the open-toe shoes.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She thought to herself, "Not bad for a mature woman!" But what had
just happened?

What had aroused this inexplicable lust within her? Was it the mature woman in the video,
who looked like her, being fucked by a young man on a desk? Could it be because she saw her son masturbating? No, of course
not ! But deep in the dark corner of her heart, she wondered why, during her orgasm, she remembered her son
ejaculating into her stockings, begging her to let him fuck her.

Michelle washed her face, touched up her makeup, and combed her hair. No, this wasn't right! Her son couldn't use
her underwear as an object for his own masturbation. She had to talk to him about this! She wouldn't yell at him,
nor would she get angry or hold any preconceived notions. She would calmly explain to the boy that while masturbation
wasn't the problem, he couldn't use his mother's underwear, and he certainly couldn't call her name during orgasm!
Mother and son would calmly have a heart-to-heart talk to resolve the issue, and then there would be no need to worry about it anymore.

Michelle opened her bedroom door, stopped to make herself feel stronger, and cleared her throat. Resolutely,
she walked to her son's room at the other end of the hallway, calling his name.

"David! David!" she called, giving him enough time to wait for her to enter.

In his bedroom, David had just finished wiping his penis with his mother's underwear,
cleaning every drop of secretion from his slowly swelling penis. Luckily, he had just taken off his headphones, otherwise he might not have heard
his mother calling him. He quickly pulled up his underwear and jeans, tucked his penis back in, and zipped it up. He opened
a word processing software, stuffed his mother's underwear and stockings into the desk drawer, and slammed it shut.
Just then, she started knocking on the door.

"Come in," he replied, pretending to type on the keyboard.

"I'm almost finished with my English essay, Mom," he lied.

"Really? David. Let me see." His mother entered the room and walked towards him.

As she leaned against his shoulder, David quickly closed the file. His mother's face was close to
his , and as her hair gently brushed against his face, he could smell her perfume and cosmetics, making
his penis hard again.

He blushed. "Mom, no. I haven't finished yet! I'll show you when I'm done," he pleaded
.

Michelle saw a blank Microsoft Word document on the screen, with two
shrunk . One was a folder called "Mature Woman," and the other was
a Windows Movie Maker file called "Crazy Sex with Stocking-Clad Hot Mom. " So close, Michelle could almost feel
the heat emanating from her son's flushed, guilty face, and she could almost smell a faint scent of semen.

Michelle stepped back a little, and then she noticed that the top of her stockings was still hanging
outside her son's desk drawer, a trail of silvery-white, sticky semen meandering across the brown nylon. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
"David, we need to have a serious talk. I have some good news, but I need to talk about
something ," Michelle said.

"Turn off the computer and come down to the living room." Michelle turned and walked out of the room, completely unaware that
her son was watching her buttocks and long legs.

David entered the living room, where his mother was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her skirt rolled up, revealing a large
section of her beautiful thighs covered in stockings.

"David, sit next to me," Michelle said, patting the cushion next to her. David sat down
next to his mother, the closer proximity than usual making him a little uncomfortable.

“The good news is I got a promotion, and a big raise too.”

“That’s great!” David said to his mother with genuine joy. He gazed lovingly at her made-up face,
exhaled, and inhaled her fragrance; his penis was still semi-erect.

“But that’s not what I really want to talk to you about, David,” she said, her tone slightly stern.
“David, do you know what Oedipus complex is?” Michelle asked her son. He
looked at his mother with a puzzled expression, then shook his head.

“It means the son is infatuated with his mother,” Michelle said softly, clearing her throat.

David’s face suddenly turned deathly pale, then flushed crimson. He
shook his head , a tear streaming down his face. He slumped into the sofa, bowing his head in shame.

Michelle hugged her son to comfort him, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. "
It's okay , David. Almost every boy has an Oedipus complex during puberty."

"But, Mom, I didn't... I didn't..." His mother looked into his eyes, and David's
voice grew weaker.

"David, I noticed the stains on my stockings and shorts. I saw you masturbating with my stockings and smelling my
underwear," Michelle said calmly and firmly.

David buried his head in her arms, and Michelle hugged her son, kissing the top of his head.

"David, I had your sister when I was sixteen, and then you sixteen years later. Your father and I
never thought I could get pregnant again after Jennifer was born. I was thirty-two when I had you. You're
sixteen now, so I'm forty-eight. I'm not only your mother, but also
an old woman that a young man like you wouldn't be interested in."

Michelle ruffled David's hair, lifting his face so he could see her eyes. She smiled at him
to let him know it was okay, she wasn't...
"But Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I know," David said softly.
Michelle couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Don't be silly, David, I'm an old lady!
There are so many beautiful young girls at school. I bet you have a few hot female teachers." Michelle smiled,
trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

“Mom, the girls at school don’t have your style. They don’t dress as well as you, they don’t
wear makeup or perfume like you.” David’s face flushed red. “They don’t
wear stockings and high heels like you. They just wear shorts or jeans, ordinary clothes, and sneakers or sandals. They don’t wear makeup, they don’t wear pantyhose, and they say they
are liberated new humans, not bound by the values of the previous generation.”

Michelle couldn’t help but laugh when she heard her son’s fervent criticism of girls his
age . “But they’re still pretty, David. I’ve seen them!”

She grabbed his knee. “But they’re not as…sexy as you. You wear satin blouses, you wear makeup, perfume, and high heels. Sometimes you even wear…um…
stockings ” he mumbled.

This time, Michelle blushed. "Well, David, I have to wear stockings to work. Sometimes I
find stockings more comfortable than pantyhose, and I always like to present my best self. Ever since your
father left after you were born, I've always felt insecure, so I try to make myself more confident by dressing up.
That's all, David."

"But... Mom, those women... um, those in my... those videos... um...
women , they all wear stockings!" David retorted briefly.

"David, not all women who wear stockings are sluts! And the woman you saw this afternoon
was wearing pantyhose, and she was letting you play with your penis!" Michelle retorted,
but immediately regretted it.

She pulled her son closer and hugged him tightly. He buried his face in her chest, inhaling her
intoxicating scent.

"I like both," he said, his voice muffled by his mother's breasts.

"You like both what?" Michelle asked.

"Pantyhose and stockings," he whispered.

Michelle chuckled at her son's ramblings. She grabbed his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye.
"David, listen to me. Many men have fetishes. Your father used to make me wear stockings and high heels during
sex . Aunt Betty told me your Uncle Jack likes her to wear underwear during sex! But you can't use me
as your sexual fantasy object, understand?" Michelle said gently, not wanting to upset her son further.

"All the teachers are awful except Miss Jones!" David blurted out.

"Caroline Jones? Good heavens, David! Isn't she the same age as me… Oh!" Michelle
suddenly realized why her son liked Miss Jones.

"She dresses beautifully every day, smells wonderful, and is very pretty," David said.
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website 　　] ...　　　　"I'm sorry, Mom. I know I shouldn't have used your underwear or something like that, but I just couldn't control myself. I swear I'll never do it again!" David said to his mother with a smile, then a shadow crossed his face: "But I always feel very anxious when you're around. Maybe it's because I like Miss Jones, and you look like her." 　　Michelle had to admit she was a little disappointed. She had thought it was the other way around, that David had a crush on Miss Jones she resembled his mother. 　　"David, what do you mean by anxiety?" She wanted to say something to distract herself from her jealousy. 　　"Well, I just get a little nervous... my body gets tense, I get easily agitated, that's anxiety! Hitting ... uh... I mean... you know... doing that helps me not be so nervous." He choked up. 　　"I know, darling! Want me to scratch your back? You used to love it when I scratched your back when you were little, remember ? Maybe it can help ease your tension." Michelle smiled at her son, trying to ease the tension between them . 　　"Sure!" he replied with a smile, starting to take off his shirt. 　　"Alright, little one, roll over." Michelle giggled, feeling she had completely averted the crisis. 　　David rolled over and sat on the sofa, sideways, his back to his mother. He took off his shirt and tossed it onto the back of the sofa. Michelle hadn't seen her son's naked body in a long time; she admired his broad shoulders and taut waist. She gently placed her hand on his warm skin, her bright red nails contrasting sharply with his pale skin. 　　David trembled slightly. "Oh, sorry, are my hands cold?" Michelle asked. 　　"Just a little, Mom," David lied. 　　Being so close to his mother's body, combined with the scent of her perfume, had already aroused him greatly. When she touched him, David's half-erect penis began to harden again. His penis began to erect, and his body trembled slightly. Then, his mother began to slowly and gently rub his back. 　　"Mmm...so comfortable!" 　　"Mmm, I'm glad you like it." Michelle's voice sounded a little hoarse. 　　Her son's skin was warm and pale, almost translucent. When he trembled, his muscles rippled like waves. She found it incredibly unsettling mind. She struggled to think of something else , but all she could picture was him masturbating in front of the computer. 　　She shook her head, regaining her focus, and concentrated on massaging David's back. She massaged his shoulders, working her way down to his waist. David

Sitting still, occasionally letting out a satisfied groan.

"My little darling still likes to scratch your back, huh?" Michelle said, breaking the unsettling silence.

"Mmm..." David replied simply.

"Okay, that's enough." Michelle said, jokingly
scratching David's back lightly with her fingernails.

"Oh... one more time, Mom, please!" David pleaded.

She did as she was told, this time with a little more force, leaving bright red claw marks on her son's pale back.
David groaned, trembling; his penis was now fully erect.

"Okay, David, that's enough," Michelle said firmly.

David quickly turned to face his mother and placed her hand on his chest. This
action caught Michelle off guard, and she could only let her hand rest lightly on him.

"Please, Mom. Go all the way. You used to always rub my chest at the end," David
pleaded with his mother, smiling.

Michelle felt very uncomfortable being so close to her son. Their knees touched, and she could smell
his minty scent. David took her hand and began to rub it against his chest. His skin
was smooth and hairless, feeling silky to the touch.

"Thanks, Mom," David said with a smile.

"I didn't say I was going to help you, did I?" Michelle said, a little annoyed, but she didn't pull her hand away.

Not wanting to upset her son any further, she smiled gently at him and lightly rubbed his chest. She could feel his
nipples harden when she touched them, so she quickly moved her hand away.

David's breathing became heavy, almost as if he were panting. He looked at his mother's face, which was quite beautiful for her age
, and she was wearing heavy makeup, just the way he liked it. He looked closely at her light brown eyes,
made even more captivating by the black eyeliner, mascara, and pink and green eyeshadow. Her slightly high cheekbones were
lightly rouged. Her slightly parted lips were painted with maroon lipstick. His gaze traveled down her elegant neck to
her chest, where her full breasts strained against the fabric of her crimson satin blouse, the buttons taut to
prevent them from spilling out. He could also see the top edge of her black lace bra.

"David, don't look around," Michelle whispered, her fingers lightly stroking his
chest like feathers.

"I'm sorry, but you're so beautiful," he murmured, lowering his eyes.

"Silly boy, I'm an old woman," she chuckled, trying to ease the awkwardness once more
.

David lowered his head, his gaze naturally falling on his mother's body. A navy blue striped skirt clung tightly to her
slender waist, the hem reaching her knees, the side slits revealing
shapely thighs encased in stockings. He followed her long legs down, his gaze settling on her black peep-toe heels. He stared at her
red toenails peeking out from the opening of her shoe, encased in light nylon stockings, which sent
a shiver down his spine.

Michelle's breathing was now as heavy as David's. Their intimacy and the repressed desire between them
made their lust increasingly uncontrollable.

David leaned forward to kiss his mother's cheek, and Michelle didn't pull away, continuing to caress his
chest . Then, he moved his lips to hers.

"David?" Michelle asked softly.

He pressed his lips to hers.

"David. What are you doing?"

But she still didn't pull away.

He slipped his tongue into his mother's mouth. "Son, you know we can't do this," Michelle
murmured , but continued to massage David's chest.

David gripped his mother's shoulders with both hands and continued to kiss her gently. His penis pressed uncomfortably against his trousers
. Michelle felt her vulva begin to wet, and she could feel
the dampness . David pressed his lips firmly against his mother's, his tongue exploring her sweet mouth.

"David! We can't go on like this," Michelle mumbled, her tongue circling his.

Michelle still didn't try to push her son away, even though he had removed one hand from her shoulder.
Then she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and David began groping for something on his knee
. Michelle didn't dare look down. She admitted to herself that kissing her son like this was comfortable, and she enjoyed caressing his
strong, young body, but she didn't know if she would like what was to come.

Michelle tried to move her face away from David's, but he moved his hand from her shoulder to her head,
cupping her face and pressing it against his. Michelle thought that if she struggled, she could escape the
kiss, but then she reasoned with herself that she had already upset her son enough today. What did a little kissing and hugging
matter ? She stopped caressing his chest and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. There was no need to arouse him further.

Suddenly, David raised his free hand and grabbed his mother's hand, placing it on his leg. Michelle
didn't have time to react; she hadn't expected her son to do anything. Her hand was now resting on his erect penis.

Michelle snapped out of her reverie and tried to move her face away from her son,
pulling her hand away from his leg. David pressed her face down, pressing her lips to his, his tongue
swirling wildly around her mouth.

He pulled her hand to his leg, pushing it against his raging penis. Michelle instinctively grasped her son's
shaft. It took her a moment to realize what she had just done, but she
was captivated by the soft, smooth skin of that hard, massive shaft in her hand.

Michelle stopped struggling. She gently held her son's penis with her fingers, using her other hand to pry his hand
away from the back of her head. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Just this once, and
never mention it again. Understand?"

David nodded in agreement. Michelle licked his earlobe, then slipped her tongue inside his ear and kissed
him. This time, she put her tongue in his mouth, and David groaned in his mother's sweet mouth.

David felt the feather-light touch of his mother's skin on his penis. Michelle knew that if she
stroked , her son would ejaculate quickly. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and gently squeezed, feeling it...
Hot and elastic. She explored the glans with her fingertips, circling it, her long nails playing with
his belt, her son's penis throbbing in her hand.

"Mom, please!" David pleaded with his mother to let him release, starting to move his hips up and down, wanting to
thrust in and out of her hand. Michelle laughed. Her panties were soaked, she could smell her own
vulva, and feel the heat radiating from her vagina.

She then began to gently stroke David's entire penis with her hand. She would
pause at the edge of the glans as she rubbed upwards before sliding down to the base of his penis, gently stroking his scrotum,
and then sliding her fingers upwards again.

David trembled as his mother slowly stroked his entire penis with her hand. He gasped, his eyes
tightly closed in ecstasy. He opened his eyes, reluctantly stopping the kiss, but he wanted to see
what his mother was doing to him. Michelle looked down, her long fingers entwined around her son's swollen penis, slowly
caressing the erect organ. She saw a small drop of fluid seep from the urethra and
wiped it away with her fingertip.

His mother's caresses and pressure on his hard penis sent waves of pleasure through David's
body ; her scent and taste amplified his excitement. He placed his hand on her legs, opened the slit in her skirt, and
caressed her thighs covered in thin silk. His penis began to throb.

Michelle felt her son's penis begin to twitch, and his breathing suddenly became erratic. His hand slipped
inside her skirt, caressing her thighs. Although she herself was aroused, Michelle felt this was going too far
. She tried to pull his hand out from under her skirt, but it was too late. David refused to remove his hand from
his mother's legs; he gripped her thighs tightly, his nails tearing through her stockings. He grabbed her other hand
and began thrusting it into his penis. Michelle, still distracted, matched the rhythm of his thrusts, stroking his penis.

David groaned loudly, his hips pressing down, forcefully thrusting his penis into her hand. David
froze , his scrotum tightening, his penis throbbing in his mother's hand.

"Oh! Mom..." he groaned loudly as he approached orgasm.

"Oh... God!" That was the only thing Michelle could utter.

Then David let out a rough groan, and his semen began to splatter on his mother's fingers,
hot semen like viscous threads, flying through the air with each thrust into her fist.

Michelle was clearly startled; her eyes widened in astonishment as two thick streams of semen gushed powerfully from David's
penis , tracing an arc through the air, crossing her body, and splashing onto her blouse.
Immediately, three more streams followed, landing on her legs and accumulating on the fabric of her skirt. Thick, hot semen dripped
onto the hem of her skirt, running down her legs and soaking her stockings.

Michelle continued to masturbate and caress her son throughout his orgasm. She
reasoned with herself that she had already done it all. Another stream of semen shot upwards, splashing onto the sleeves and
cuffs of her blouse, running down and soaking into the fabric, causing her to groan in complaint. The next ejaculation wasn't as strong
, soaking her delicate hands,
flowing .

David's pleasure slowly faded, and the last drop of semen slowly dripped from his penis.

"Oh... God!" Michelle exclaimed again.

She suddenly felt very worried about what she and her son had just done. She had let him coax her into masturbating, and now she
felt intense remorse. She realized how serious what had happened between them was. She knew she and her son shared
the responsibility, but she wanted to blame David to absolve herself.

"Oh... God! David! What have we done?"

Michelle wiped her hands on her skirt and quickly stood up. David just sat there,
completely satisfied, his eyes closed, a happy smile on his face.

Michelle ran out of the room, went upstairs, rushed back to her bedroom, and locked herself inside.

"Mom? Mom? What's wrong?" David called after her.

Michelle stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

"Oh... God! What have I done?" she cried.

She lathered herself with soap, and while washing her vulva with her legs spread and labia open,
she couldn't help but rub her sensitive clitoris, even though she felt ashamed of herself. She began to imagine David's seed erupting from his penis, spraying all over her
body.

"Oh... God!" She impatiently pushed open the shower door and rushed out.

She hurriedly walked out of the bathroom, soaking wet, and opened the drawer containing the vibrator. She picked up her semen-soaked
shirt, held it to her face, and inhaled the starchy smell of her son's semen. At the same time, she pushed the vibrator
deep into her still-trembling vagina and turned it on. Her legs gave way, and she knelt on the floor, enjoying
the vibrations of her orgasm.

Little did she know, David had been listening outside the door the whole time.

(To be continued)

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