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Mother and Son's Daring Sexual Game - Part 1 (1)

For me, the motivation for writing this story is quite different from the other stories I write. Part of the material for this story comes from my love affair with a netizen who likes to read my blog posts. You readers can also guess whether the story I am telling actually happened in reality or is just our fantasy - I swear, everything in the story is true. However, like all stories on the Internet, you can either believe its authenticity or just take it as a fictional story, it's all up to you to judge. All I did was add some necessary embellishments to our love affair and added a scene of video love affair with her. Of course, if there are any technical errors, that's my problem. Actually, I never video love with others, otherwise I wouldn't have time to write.

The Internet is definitely a very wonderful thing. I mean, with this thing, you can sit at home and get all kinds of information at any time, and have the opportunity to communicate and exchange with people in all corners of the world. Originally, I knew absolutely nothing about computers, but with my son's guidance, I went from a complete novice to a computer whiz. Since the internet became common in homes, I've been fascinated by this convenient high-tech channel for accessing information and communicating with others. Of course, I wasn't obsessed with online games, but rather with various online websites. I registered IDs on several well-known websites and thoroughly enjoyed interacting with people there—soon, online communication became an important part of my life, ultimately completely changing it.

Okay, let me introduce myself first. My name is Carmen (of course, this is my online name; I won't reveal my real name directly), I'm 41 years old, and I've been divorced for several years. Despite leaving that fickle and unfaithful man, she is now 8 years old, in her final year of high school, and her grades are quite good.

As mentioned above, I enjoy chatting online, and I've made quite a few friends. Among my closer online friends, a woman named Donna (also my online name) is my best friend. Like me, she's divorced and raising her son alone; her son is the same age as mine. During our first chat, we were both amused by our constant "Me too" replies. Whenever we had time, we'd chat about all sorts of things in our chat room, sometimes having to switch rooms to avoid the constant online sex requests from those young, blond men and disgusting older men. We discovered we shared similar interests and tastes in movies and music, and we also had many similar upbringings and attitudes towards life, even though we lived in different cities.

Like finding a long-awaited sister, Donna and I shared our joys (which were so few) and our troubles (so many). Through the internet, we comforted each other's anxieties and shared our happiness.

We were both proud mothers, constantly boasting to each other about our sons' achievements and envisioning their bright futures after graduation; we were also worried about our sons, fearing they would fall into the troubles and anxieties of early romance, and even more worried that immature relationships would affect their future lives—whenever we worried about the foolish things our sons did, Donna and I would try our best to comfort each other.

As time went on, Donna and I deepened our online communication, even becoming willing to discuss our private lives—including our sex lives—we talked about the details of having sex with secret lovers and our sexual preferences. Sometimes, we would even talk about our lovers from years ago and the crazy sexual fantasies we had buried deep in our hearts while masturbating.

One late night, after we both reached orgasm through masturbation, Donna brought up this topic that was bound to change our lives for the first time. Just as I put my legs up on the armrests of the chair, gently stroking my still wet and throbbing vulva, Donna sent me a question (I apologize if this question makes you feel embarrassed, but I really can't avoid this topic).

Donna: When Han first entered puberty, did he ever peep at you?

Me: Haha, of course—he's a boy. You know what they're like when they first enter puberty! Haha!

Donna: Oh, yeah, my son is the same. He peeps at me every time I shower or change clothes.

Me: Haha, same here! Han always peeps at me whenever he gets the chance. Donna: Haha…I bet peeping isn't the only thing Han does!

Me: Haha, looks like you know everything! I bet your son En does the same thing, right?

Donna: Haha, then you must have seen his semen! Let me tell you, my son En ejaculates at least five times a day!

Me: Haha, same here! Talking about our sons peeping at us naked, my vagina became increasingly itchy. I'd never touched on such a stimulating yet embarrassing topic before, and Donna was clearly very interested in it.

Donna: Does your son still peep at you often lately, Carmen?

I couldn't help but moan softly. Clear, lustful fluid flowed from my vagina, dripping onto the floor in front of my computer desk. My muscles contracted, sucking at my twitching fingers. I recalled that just a few weeks ago, one night, as I opened the glass door of the shower to dry myself, Xiao Han happened to push the door open and saw me completely naked. We were both a little surprised, staring at each other blankly for several seconds before I frantically covered my private parts with a towel, as if waking from a dream. I guessed he probably needed to use the toilet, so I told him to wait until I was dressed before coming in. He hurriedly ran back to his room, but before he turned to leave, I could clearly see the bulge in the front of his pants.

This wasn't the first time my son had "accidentally" barged into the bathroom while I was showering. Over the past few years, he had seen me naked several times. I guessed it was just the psychological restlessness of a boy entering puberty. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stop typing for a moment. This seems to have gone far beyond what Donna and I used to talk about, but she's my best and closest friend, and I feel I can be honest with her.

Me: Yes...yes. Just a few weeks ago, he barged into the bathroom while I was showering and saw me naked.

Donna: Xiao En often peeks at me too. Last Saturday, I discovered he was peeking at me through the reflection in the bedroom mirror while I was changing.

Me: Haha, what did you do then?

Donna: You'd think I'm horrible if I told you.

Me: Oh, what? Tell me, Donna!

Donna: (Shyly) I thought of a little trick to tease him. After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror, pretended not to like the outfit, and then took myself naked again.

Me: Oh! Wow! You really did that?

Donna: Yes. I even took off my underwear and bra and spun around the room.

Oh… I couldn’t help but moan again, inserting three fingers into my vagina. I knew I must look incredibly lewd, but her message made me incredibly wet. My mind was filled with images of my close friend Donna teasing her son. These lewd thoughts kept me lost in my own world, and I didn’t reply to Donna for a long time.

Donna: Hello (Carmen)? Are you still there? Did I upset you?

I quickly pulled my fingers out of my trembling vagina, rubbing the semen on my thigh while typing with my other hand, my mind blank. Thinking about how lewd I looked, I couldn’t help but chuckle as I put my semen-covered fingers in my mouth and sucked on them.

Me: I’m still there. I’m not angry, Donna,

I’m just a little excited. Donna: Oh, that’s alright, that’s a relief. I thought you wouldn’t reply to me. Are you really excited, Carmen?

Me: Yes, you probably wouldn’t believe how wet you made me.

Donna: Really? Don’t lie to me! So, were you wet when Han was peeping at you?

"At her question, I couldn't help but tremble. If I admitted to this outrageous question, I would definitely be seen as a very scary woman by most people.

Me: Oh, now it's my turn to blush. But, I admit I was wet. I was really excited and thrilled when he peeked at me. I think every time he peeked at me, we would both hide in our room and masturbate.

Donna: Ha, I'm so glad to hear you say that. It seems I'm not the only one who feels this way! Are we a scary pair of mothers?

Me: I don't know. Maybe two mothers with super high sex drives, haha! I think every woman feels this way when she's with a handsome, strong young man.

Donna: Carmen," Have you ever thought about teasing your son a little?

Me: Oh... I was just fantasizing about it.

I can't believe I've just confessed like that. After the "accident" in the bathroom that day, Xiao Han ran back to his room quickly, he must have masturbated. And I did the same. I still remember going back to the bedroom, lying on the big bed, raising my legs and spreading them apart, quickly rubbing my clitoris with my fingers, then inserting them into my vagina and thrusting repeatedly, my mind filled with images of making love with my son.

Donna: Let me tell you, when I told you about teasing my son, I couldn't describe how excited and thrilled I was, my vagina had never been so wet and itchy! My two My legs felt like they were on fire! Yes, my legs felt like they were on fire too, getting hotter and hotter. I pulled my hands back from the keyboard, one hand rubbing my clitoris, the other hand inserting two fingers inside me.

Me: After that, have you teased your son again, Donna?

Donna: No, but I really want to. Do you want to try teasing your son too?

Me: God, I really don't know. I wish I could be that brave, that willing to go all out.

Donna: If you're willing, then I am too.

Me: What are you saying? Isn't that too shameless?

Donna: So what? Darling, let's be shameless mothers. I know you'd be willing too.

Me: No, no, I don't dare . I can't believe I've even brought this up. What are we going to do next?

Donna: I don't know either. Maybe we should both think of a way to tease our son now or tomorrow night, and then we'll go online at 10 pm and tell each other what we've done. Do you agree?

Me: But... okay, but how do we tease him? Naked? Or something else?

Donna: You decide, Carmen, but I think we can start with teasing without taking off our clothes, what do you think?

Me: I'll try it. How about we talk again tomorrow? Donna: Okay. Good luck, Carmen. I can't take it anymore, I need to masturbate first, haha!

Me: Haha, have fun, darling. I love you, kiss you!

(Mother and son's boldness) Game - Part 1 (2)

After saying goodbye to Donna and logging off, I focused on playing with my vulva. With my legs wide open, I leaned back in the chair, three fingers deeply inserted into my vagina. I felt like a shameless slut. As the climax came, I clenched my teeth and tried my best to control my moans so as not to wake my son who was sleeping in the next room.

My body trembled constantly, partly because of the climax brought by masturbation, and partly because I was wondering what my son would do if he saw the vaginal fluid dripping on the chair. My vagina was so wet that a lot of vaginal fluid gushed out like urination. With great difficulty, I stood up from the chair, my knees aching, and staggered to the bedside, struggling I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep, exhausted. That night, I had strange and unsettling dreams. In my hazy state, I dreamt that I was having sex with many strangers, while my son was secretly watching from the sidelines. I think it's probably because I haven't had a full orgasm in over a month, so I'm constantly thinking about sex.

Whether I'm showering or wearing soft cotton underwear and a bra, the gentle, soft touch always reminds me of intercourse.

After getting up, I hurriedly washed up and prepared breakfast while thinking about how to "tease" my son that night. After helping him finish breakfast and watching him ride his mountain bike to school, I quickly went to bed myself. I went to work. I work at a flower company, and throughout the day, while processing flower purchase orders, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to "tease" my son.

When I got home from work, I felt incredibly tired, not just physically, but also mentally. It seemed playing the "tease" game with my son wouldn't be easy. I went into the bedroom to change, wanting to prepare dinner before my son returned.

Taking off my work suit, I carefully examined my body in the mirror. As a 41-year-old woman, my figure was still quite good. At 1.65 meters tall and 55 kilograms, my body was full but not bulky, with prominent breasts and hips, and my breasts reaching a certain size... 36D, with a firm, perky butt, long, shapely legs, and fair skin. With such a great body, no wonder my son likes to peek. Frankly speaking, I'm still a very attractive woman!

I took off my shirt, unhooked my bra, and admired my proud breasts in the mirror. As my fingers caressed and played with them, my nipples grew harder and harder. Then, I pulled on the elastic band of my floral cotton panties, reaching down to stroke my flat, smooth stomach, secretly envying my still alluring figure. I put my shirt back on, deliberately leaving a few buttons undone, and then bent over in front of the mirror. From my open neckline, my full breasts, without a bra, were clearly visible.

"I can't believe you're so shameless, Carmen!"

I muttered to myself, taking one last look at myself in the mirror.

After changing, I hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner for my son and myself. Actually, what I was wearing today wasn't much different from usual; I often walk around the house in loose shirts and underwear, except I usually wear a bra. I wondered if my 18-year-old son would notice that his mom wasn't wearing a bra today. I heard

the sound of a bicycle approaching outside; my little Han was home. As soon as he entered, he greeted me loudly, "Mom, I'm home! Oh, it smells so good! What did you make?"

My heart pounded as I turned to greet my son. I knew I probably wasn't the woman my son was pursuing, but I thought Xiao Han was the most handsome and strongest man in the world, the prince charming in every woman's eyes. Standing before me, my head barely reached his shoulder. His tall, handsome figure, strong, broad chest and arms proclaimed that he was a grown man. His short, black hair and bright

, piercing eyes made me dizzy. "You're back, my little darling? Go get the rice that's been heating up in the pot. I made your favorite braised pork ribs today," I said affectionately, reaching out to squeeze his strong arm. I noticed him staring at my chest, wondering if he'd noticed I wasn't wearing a bra, if he could see my erect, dark red nipples through my white shirt. As I got closer, I smelled his musky sweat, and my heart pounded again.

As I turned around, I vaguely saw a hint of panic in his eyes, and I could feel his gaze constantly probing my body.

"Oh, Mom, I...I love your braised pork ribs the most,"

he murmured.

I walked to the oven in the lower cabinet, opened the door, and deliberately bent over to take out a freshly baked egg tart. I knew my lower body, clad only in my underwear, was completely exposed to my son's view; my fair, long legs and full hips must be quite alluring. I took out an egg tart, turned around, and smiled at my son. At that moment, he stood in the kitchen doorway, one leg outside and one inside, staring intently at my thighs and buttocks. I couldn't help but laugh and said to him, "Hurry up, Xiao Han, don't just stand there like an idiot."

Then I turned around again and bent down to get another baked egg tart. Just as I closed the oven door and was about to get up, I heard Xiao Han's footsteps leaving the doorway.

My heart was pounding. This first conscious attempt to "tease" my son made me incredibly nervous.

My legs felt weak as I leaned against the oven door, my body trembling uncontrollably, my crotch burning as if it were being roasted in the oven. My underwear was already soaked with my own fluids, a trickle even running down my inner thigh.

I really wanted to caress myself; it felt like I had already reached an orgasm.

Xiao Han returned to the kitchen from the dining room and helped me carry the egg tarts from the oven to the table. He must have been playing basketball at school; he was sweaty, his damp t-shirt and athletic shorts exuding a strong masculine aura, his bare arms displaying well-developed muscles.

As I served him rice, I could feel his eyes still fixed on my body, which made me even more nervous. I took a deep breath, controlled my emotions, and handed him the bowl of rice. Originally, I could have gone to him and handed him the bowl, but with a "teasing" thought in mind, I leaned forward and handed it to him across the table. Naturally, my open neckline opened due to the leaning motion, and my breasts, unbraced, were completely exposed to his view.

I could see that Xiao Han's eyes widened in surprise. It seemed this "teasing" had worked well; I should stop while I was ahead. Thinking this, I maintained my leaning posture slightly and sat down on the opposite side of the table. My full breasts bounced against the edge of the table, almost popping out from my open neckline.

"Mom, it looks really good!"

Xiao Han said excitedly, looking at the braised pork ribs on the plate. Clearly, he wasn't just talking about the delicious ribs.

“I’m so happy you like it so much, my good son.”

The words slipped out, and I immediately felt my face burning. “I hope you think it tastes as good as it looks.”

Xiao Han smiled and nodded, saying, “It definitely will, Mom. I love your cooking the most.”

An unspoken, lewd atmosphere permeated the table, and the palpitations made us both speechless. We ate in silence, my mind racing with thoughts of how my “unintentional” exposure would affect my son. I felt a little scared and worried, and my heart began to race, but I tried my best to control my emotions. Of course, I was also curious about how my “teasing” would affect my son.

So, I deliberately knocked my chopsticks to the floor, and while bending down to pick them up, I glanced at my son from under the table. I saw a large bulge in his crotch.

After dinner, my son offered to help me wash the dishes. I told him, "You should go do your homework."

He nodded somewhat reluctantly and said, "Okay, my Chinese teacher assigned two essays, and I have a calculus quiz tomorrow."

"So, you need to hurry up and do your homework and review your lessons. But... you can do your homework at the dining table, as long as you're sure I won't bother you while I'm washing the dishes,"

I said.

Xiao Han nodded happily, then shook his head and said, "Of course you won't bother me."

So, while I was busy washing dishes and cleaning up in the kitchen, Xiao Han sat at the dining table doing his homework. During this process, I had to bend over and stoop frequently. Although I tried not to go too far, my thighs, buttocks, and breasts still occasionally attracted Xiao Han's attention. I even suspected that he might have already seen the wet stains on the crotch of my underwear.

I slowly cleaned up, thinking that my son probably wasn't paying much attention to his homework. After a while, Xiao Han told me that he couldn't do a calculation problem and asked me to help him. I put down what I was doing, went over, and bent down to look at the calculation problem in his workbook, my chest resting against his arm. As I helped him work out the problem, I noticed his gaze was fixed on...

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