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Mother and Son in the Same Bed

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March 1993... The story begins...

"You really can't go, darling!" "I want to go, Anna! But I have
two , I might be busy until the early hours of the morning!" "No, no, no! It's not your fault, Luo! Daniel's birthday is Thursday, and I only found out last night that he's planning a birthday party this weekend! He acted like a spoiled brat asking for a birthday cake
on the phone , so when he asked us to attend the party, I really couldn't bear to refuse!" "Okay, I won't say anymore! Tell Daniel I love him, and I hope he drinks less!" 　　"I won't say anything more either, I'm busy tonight, it might take six hours to get there!" "Oh! 　　How about a couple of drinks?" Luo raised an eyebrow and smiled as he asked: "A couple of drinks, please?" After he finished speaking, he put on gloves and walked around the kitchen table, whispering in my ear: "And you know what our entertainment is like after drinking!" "As we kissed goodbye, his hand slipped under my skirt and moved up to my thigh, his fingers pressing firmly against my mons pubis, the friction through my underwear sending a thrill through my body! I reluctantly pushed him away forcefully: ' Look what you've done! Don't come back drunk tonight! I haven't had any meat in over a week, if you leave me feeling empty again tonight, I'll make you pay!' After a passionate kiss, Luo said: 'Paying taxes, Anna? You can rest assured, I guarantee I'll be full of energy tonight, absolutely satisfying, and making a full "payment"!'" "After giving him another kiss, I went inside, took a few deep breaths of the cool air to calm my passionate heart, then packed the gift I wanted to bring Daniel and hit the road. 　　The temperature inside the car rose quickly, so before getting on the interstate, I stopped to take off my coat and gloves to make myself more comfortable driving. 　　The interstate was sparsely populated and unobstructed, perfect for a high-speed drive. Sitting in the new Ponchi 300, with its straight roads, fast speed, and bright lights, driving was incredibly exhilarating and exhilarating. 　　I was rushing to my son's 21st birthday party! He's 21 already! It's unbelievable! 　　Although I'm 40, I still clearly remember my 21st birthday—February 14, 1974. At that time, Mark and I had been married for almost three years, Daniel was a happy and lively 2-year-old, and I was anything but happy. 　　Daniel 5..." I ended my marriage at the age of 20, and Mark left for another country, never to be contacted . 　　Therefore, I absolutely do not approve of getting married too young. Think about it, can you maintain a marriage in a moving Chevrolet ? Eating, drinking, using the toilet, even making love—all in the car! Dear readers, could you stand it? 　　The next ten years flew by. I completed my university studies and got a good job. My son and I depended on each other, and because it was just the two of us, we cherished each other even more and grew closer. We developed not only a mother and son, but also friends, and even best friends. We successfully navigated Daniel's rebellious adolescence together. 　　Then… I often thought to myself that I might never meet a suitable man again in my life! 　　Then Rowe appeared—mature, steady, humorous, and reliable! 　　My accountant, "Old Mr. Foster," retired due to age, and Rowe took over his work. After only two quarters, he showed me great care in every way, and I discovered that I liked him, appreciating his talent and demeanor, not just a pretty face and a clueless idiot. 　　When Luo and I got married, Daniel was already quite handsome, and he happily welcomed Luo into our lives. 　　Luo didn't want to be a "domineering dad," and Daniel never tried to establish his own "territory." They respected each other and got along very well, often sitting comfortably together watching sports and TV shows. 　　Life was absolutely wonderful! 　　Okay! To make a long story short, it was simply fantastic! I no longer had to grumble or complain about how hard life was, because looking around, there weren't many people living as comfortably as I did. 　　While driving and lost in thought, a small question suddenly occurred to me: I look much younger than 40 , not at all like someone with a 21-year-old son in college. So , what will it be like when I introduce "This is my mom!" at a party? I can't wait to find out! 　　Take music as an example. I'm quite trendy and have avant-garde ideas. Although I mostly listen to old songs on the radio, I'm a big fan of Rem and U2. Whenever I hear Pearl J.J. 's extremely emotional voice, I always tremble with excitement! 　　Thinking back to high school, one summer, seven of us friends (four boys and three girls) squeezed into an old, beat-up car—I forget whose it was—to go on vacation. But we were stopped by the police after only a mile because we were going too slowly, leaving a long, long line of cars behind us. That weekend, we all huddled together at a campsite, listening to the radio, drinking, getting excited, having sex on a whim, and completely . Tonight should be just as fun and exciting! 　　My figure still fascinates many men. I'm beautiful, petite, and have a great figure. I have beautiful legs —how beautiful? Wearing a short mini-skirt, I can make everyone's eyes light up! Her round buttocks looked alluring in her jeans, and her full breasts, though slightly sagging, were still perky and sexy, Luo said. Of course her waist and hips were a bit thicker because she had given birth, but overall she was still very attractive! 　　I really wanted to know when my figure would change, like how I suddenly realized I was no longer young. Maybe one day I would find my figure transformed, my buttocks wrapped in a lump of fat, my body like a gasoline barrel, like a typical middle-aged or elderly woman. That would be... ugh! Ugh! Ugh! 　　Oh! ...Damn! ...I was so engrossed in daydreaming that I forgot to control my speed. A police car behind me was honking its siren to warn me to pull over. 　　I signaled and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. A police car stopped behind me. Before opening the door, the officer checked his hat in the rearview mirror. While he was doing so, I quickly checked myself in the mirror and pulled my skirt up a few inches. "It's not a big deal, right? Nobody's going to die, is they?" I rolled down the window. The officer bent asked me to show him my driver's license for registration. He was tall and young, and I could tell from his uniform that he had a large penis! His name tag read "T. Boyd." I saw him glance at my chest first, then…

Staring intently at the fact that I was wearing a low-cut top, I thought I was lucky! Maybe I could get away with this!

To get out of there quickly, I risked losing my seat on the National Women's Association board, quickly giving him a
disdainful look, then looking at him with an innocent, almost tearful gaze: "How much was I speeding? Officer!

I really didn't mean to, because I hadn't been more than half a car ahead for a while, so I was careless." "You
were almost 70 miles over! I spotted you on the last bend, Mom!" "Damn! That 'Mom' is so hurtful
!" So, while I was daydreaming, he'd been following me for a while!

"Anna Krest... is all this information accurate?" "Yes, officer, all
the information is correct." The officer walked back to his car, and I saw him talking on the radio and writing something.
Damn it, a speeding ticket was inevitable! I started worrying about how to explain it to the insurance broker?

The young officer got out of his car and leaned against my window, his face so close I could smell his
cologne —aramis, one of my favorites. He was so close I felt very uncomfortable.

A thought flashed through my mind: I'd rather sit in the back of the patrol car and suck his penis than get
a speeding ticket.

"Mrs. Crest..." His voice was stern, but his eyes couldn't leave my chest. "Mrs. Crest

! This time I'm only giving you a warning. I hope you'll watch your speed for the rest of the journey."

"Thank you, handsome officer! I will." I gave him my most charming smile: "I promise
I !" "On the other hand, if you're heading east, no matter where you're going, you can't avoid
the impending blizzard, that's what the weather forecast says. Be careful!" Good heavens! How could this happen?

I only have myself to blame for forgetting to listen to the Philadelphia weather report before leaving home, and Daniel didn't warn me about the blizzard.

"Thank you for your warning, officer! ...And thank you for informing me of the impending snowstorm..." The handsome officer looked at my
thighs, then moved to my chest, and finally smiled slightly before turning away from the car window and walking back. "Goodbye!
Drive !" "I will!" I drove back into the driveway and continued on my way!

Until we were half an hour from Philadelphia, there wasn't a drop of rain or snow, but when we encountered it, it was a very
strong blizzard. I was almost at Daniel's place, and I wanted to turn back, but I was already so far from home, so I gritted my teeth
and continued on. However, the short journey took more than an hour to reach the campus. During that time, I even
skidded 180 degrees twice on the wet streets, which scared me half to death!

I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly drove the car into the campus, parked it
closer , turned off the key and the engine. Finally, I was there and safe. The last hour of the journey was terrible; it almost
killed me. I still feel lingering fear when I think about it!

As soon as I got out of the car, my feet sank into about four inches of icy, wet, and cold snow. As if fleeing a disaster
, clutching his shoes, handbag, gloves, and coat, he stumbled and half-slipped to
the entrance of Daniel's dormitory building. He grabbed the wall-mounted telephone and dialed Daniel's number.

"Hello!" "Is Daniel there?" "Yes, please wait a moment!" The person who answered placed the phone
on a hard object, the crackling sound piercing his ears. Then, from afar, came: "Hey! You asshole! A
girl's looking for you!" "Who is it, you idiot!" It was Daniel's voice.

"How should I know? You're a son of a bitch!" "Fuck your father!" Then came "Hello!"

"Daniel!" "Mom! Oh!...Where are you?" "Downstairs, come down and lead me through
the security gate!" "Oh! Okay, I'll call Luo and tell him about the weather, and ask him to tell you to stay home and not come."

"Daniel! Go into your dorm first, I'm wet and cold, I can't take it anymore!" "Oh!

Okay, sorry, Mom! I'm coming right now!" "Get a few strong classmates to come with me, honey! I
brought some good food in the car." "Go through the second gate so Daniel can come downstairs and
see me as soon as he gets off the elevator.

This university has a very comprehensive security system for student dorms, so even though the campus isn't in a better
location, I don't mind. After all, student safety "including my Daniel" is the most important thing!

The place I'm standing in is one of the four student dorm buildings. Daniel has lived here for four years,
but only this year was he assigned to the best dorm area reserved for athletes and upperclassmen. Daniel's
dorm room had a spacious living room/dining room, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Daniel had
three roommates: Brian, an older student, and Stephen and Tom, younger students who shared a room.
They were members of the same club and seemed to get along well.

The elevator doors opened, and Daniel and two unfamiliar boys came out. Daniel led me through the security doors, and as soon as
we entered I immediately gripped my son's hand tightly: "Hi! Honey, how are you?" "Great, Mom!
I can't believe you made it through such a strong snowstorm." "Yeah! It wasn't easy, honey! Could we
go upstairs to your dorm and change into some dry socks? My feet are freezing. The keys are here, and the car is parked in
row 20, cell 2 or 3." "No problem, Mom! We'll be right up!" They
walked towards the parking lot, and the elevator arrived at the same time. I stepped into the elevator and quickly tidied myself up.

As I knocked on the door and opened the dorm room door, the elevator for the three of them arrived. They stepped out

with a loud "thud," their belongings hitting the hallway floor.

It was Saturday afternoon, and it seemed Daniel and his roommates were preparing a small party and had already
set everything up. A basketball game was playing on TV, the volume low so as not to disturb the stereo system, which was playing
unfamiliar, melancholic music. But the biggest entertainment was enjoying the snow. The curtains were fully drawn, and the
view was truly magnificent!

Following Daniel into his bedroom, he took out two different pairs of white knee-high socks,
smelled and then gave them to me. While we talked, I slipped my hand under my skirt, wiggled my hips,
pulled my wet underwear up to my knees, and then peeled it off from my feet. Wearing dry socks felt so comfortable and warm.

Daniel's friends saw the two cases of broken bottles and two bottles of brandy and cheered loudly, immediately
putting the refrigerator. Entering the kitchen, I first called Luo to let him know I had arrived safely, then asked if everyone was hungry.

After getting the answer, I divided the two large bags of food I had brought into a pot and heated them on the stove.

"This is what I brought, guys! There's pasta, meat patties, and homemade bread. It took me most of the day
to prepare this. Come on! Everyone, try it and see what you think!" I called out.

The aroma of my homemade cooking must have been spreading everywhere, because the guys arrived one after another. Before long, I
knew I needed to make more sauce and knead more dough. The crowd grew larger and larger, and I busied myself in the kitchen,
serving plate after plate of food and constantly cutting bread. Daniel's roommate, Brian, squeezed through the crowd,
brought me my second drink, and helped me serve the food, tending to this pack of hungry wolves.

The stereo system was deafening, and the crowd huddled together, chatting—what a joyful and heartwarming scene.

Brian helped me clean the dishes, and as we washed, we talked about music, school, and the snow. My
third drink slipped down my throat without me even realizing it. By the fourth glass, I knew I'd had a bit too much;
I felt a little dizzy. When Brian brushed against my buttocks or chest while working, I noticed
my skin had become extremely sensitive, arousing at the slightest touch.

Holding Daniel's birthday cake, I squeezed into the center of the crowd, lit the candles, and as I placed the cake on the
low coffee table in front of the birthday boy, I felt Brian's hand touch my buttocks. While everyone was cutting the cake,
Brian and I retreated to the kitchen and opened a second bottle of wine.

After working from afternoon to evening, we should be able to catch our breath. We sat down to chat, play drinking games, and watch
the blizzard outside the window. Occasionally, Brian would invite me to dance, and when he pulled me close, I could clearly feel his
erection. We drank until the bottles were empty, and I, fueled by the alcohol,
continued to drink.

Later, when I realized I was fatigued and drunk, the crowd had moved on to somewhere else for their party.
The entire dormitory was empty and quiet, like a ghost town, without a single person or sound.

I knew perfectly well I couldn't stay up all night, but I had no clothes to change into. I asked Daniel if he could lend
me a TSH IRT or a shirt.

"Sure, Mom! It's in the second drawer, you choose!" I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth with my fingers,
then went back to Daniel's bedroom. I carefully took off my skirt and bra, hanging them on the clothesline.
I hesitated about whether to take off my bra, but finally decided that comfort was more important than shame—taking off my bra always made me feel fucking
good !

I picked out the cleanest-looking pullover, stretched out my head and pulled it on, stood there and pulled
the shirt down hard to my buttocks, turning my head to look at myself from both sides. Wow! It was really short, just enough to cover my buttocks.

Looking in the full-length mirror, I could see the white thong between my legs. I shrugged,
made a face at myself in the mirror, and muttered to myself, "Whatever, it's just for sleeping, it'll be fine!"
Just then , there was a soft knock on the door. Brian opened it: "Hi! Anna, I was wondering if there's anything
I can help you with? Please don't hesitate to ask." I couldn't remember when he started calling me
"Anna" instead of "Mrs. Crest," but I didn't want to correct him and just let it be. I
stood there stiffly, afraid to move an inch, lest I expose myself.

Brian smiled and leaned against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of blue pajama bottoms that looked like silk,
his upper body . He had broad shoulders, a smooth, hairless chest, and a strong, muscular abdomen, his four-pack clearly defined
like a packaged bun.

"Where's Daniel?" "He's asleep on the sofa. It's quiet all around, like it's just the two of us
, huh?" "Hmm? What's wrong, Brian?" "Don't you think you need anything?" I
knew he was trying to seduce me. If I wasn't mistaken, Brian had been occasionally touching my butt, brushing against
my breasts, and even slowly dancing all night—all sorts of actions were meant to tease me. This brat! I'm old
enough to be his mother, let alone the mother of his best friend!

Brian was brimming with confidence in his performance and seduction, but I knew that if I accepted his advances,
I wouldn't be able to face Daniel and myself tomorrow.

"Thank you, Brian! That's all." "So you don't need anything, Anna?" "
Nothing at all, Brian! Goodnight then, thank you for your service." "Okay, goodnight Anna!
See you tomorrow!" Brian shrugged and smiled.

I don't know why, but lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. The long journey, the blizzard, rushing to make
dough , and that damned alcohol—scenes kept flashing through my mind, keeping me unusually awake and
restless like a worker ant. Maybe it was the uneven mattress on Daniel's bed, or maybe it was the rising desire,
the palpitations in my body and mind—anything was wrong, I just couldn't sleep!

After lying there for a while, I heard the dormitory door open and close, followed by noise from the next room.
Those sounds only fueled my already aroused desire. Through the thin wall beside my bed,
the sounds of a couple flirting, making love, and a girl's wanton moans entered my ears without any restraint.
My mouth went dry restless, and I was sweating profusely; my underwear was hot and damp. I couldn't help but
press my ear against the wall and listen until they finished. A moment later, the two of them left, leaving me alone again
with lingering desire.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep,
I was awakened by . Then the bedroom door opened. I thought to myself that maybe Brian was still trying to take advantage of me, so
I pretended to be asleep, still lying quietly with my back to the door and facing the wall. I heard the door close, then the sound of clothes being taken off,
and then someone came to bed.

It turned out to be Daniel. He quickly fell asleep. He must have drunk too much and forgotten that his mother was sleeping here.
After using the toilet, he subconsciously went back to his room and slept in bed. I pulled the covers over both of them. I knew that unless
I woke Daniel up and made him leave, there was no place for me to sleep in the dorm (except for Brian's bed, of course).
So I had to get out of bed before Daniel woke up tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, I turned over and continued to sleep.

Before I fell asleep, Daniel moved his body closer to me. I immediately felt something hard pressing against my
back, and then he turned over. Some unseen force seemed to be tempting me. Secretly delighted, I
mischievously turned and threw back the covers. The reading lamp on Daniel's desk was on, illuminating everything in the room clearly.
I saw it.

Wow! Good heavens! Good heavens!

Daniel's underwear was bulging like a tent, and protruding from it was the biggest penis I had ever seen—my son's
!

Like a lewd girl, I pulled the blanket over myself, and after a while, when I pulled it back up, Daniel's
penis was still so hard it looked like it was about to tear his underwear.

I hesitated for a long time, but finally succumbed to my strong desire and reached down to the slit in his underwear
to pull it open and see for myself.

Daniel's penis bounced out of the slit, exaggeratedly erect. His penis was not only
long, but also as thick as my hand. The huge glans was a deep pink, and the foreskin was taut, shiny, and
gleaming . I had never seen anything like it in my thirty or forty years of life. Thinking back to when I used to bathe my son,
I could never have imagined he would grow up to be like this. I couldn't help but chuckle with glee.

Perhaps the strong air conditioning made him feel cold; Daniel pulled the blanket over himself and turned over, while I
hurriedly tucked myself back under the covers.
Daniel turned again, this time placing us in a spoon-like position, his front against my back, his penis still hard and erect outside my underwear. I could feel the heat emanating from
it pressing against me. I 　　lay there, afraid to move, until it became unbearably uncomfortable. Then, I nervously twisted and turned , but unexpectedly… unexpectedly, when I stopped moving, Daniel's huge penis slid between my thighs. 　　Actually, I was already burning with desire: a week without "the taste of flesh," the state sergeant's fantastical fantasies, 　Brian's deliberate brushes past me and his blatant flirting, the stimulation of alcohol, 　　the sounds of the couple making love next door—each factor combined, layer upon layer, creating a high, burning desire, and unbearable loneliness. 　　Lust and reason battled again and again, but ultimately, I couldn't resist the burning desire. However, as I moved away and took off my underwear, I told myself, "It wasn't my choice; the alcohol was to blame !" 　　Moving back to my previous position, I let his penis slide between my legs again, and with a slight twist, it immediately pressed against my wet vulva. I could clearly feel Daniel's hard, hot glans pressing against my alluring, moist opening; with just one movement, it would slide in completely. This situation made me gasp, panting ! 　　Gently lifting my right leg, opening my mouth, I slowly pressed my buttocks back, and my glans began to penetrate. Feeling this, I was so excited and stimulated that I almost ejaculated! After a while, I felt his hard, massive member fully inserted inside me. 　　Daniel was still asleep, but subconscious reflexes led him to reach under my shoulders and caress my breasts , twisting his hips and rhythmically thrusting deeply, each thrust penetrating deeper than the last. 　　My own son was violating me in my sleep! Oh! God! I love it! I really love this feeling! 　　After a while, Daniel thrust rapidly, moaning, then held me tightly, ejaculating inside me. His hot, thick semen scalded me, and I couldn't control myself from climaxing. 　　After ejaculating, Daniel continued to give me a few gentle thrusts, then turned over and fell into a deep sleep, snoring. 　　Then, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep too! 　　In my hazy state, I found myself in a distant, unfamiliar, and unknown place. The weather was a bit strange; it was snowing, yet the sky was clear and blue, and it didn't feel cold at all. I lay naked, legs wide open , in the back of a Pennsylvania police car. Although I couldn't see the markings, the warning lights on the roof were flashing . 　　Something or someone was licking between my legs, making me unbearably itchy. I looked up and wow! A brown state trooper's wide-brimmed cap covered my lower body. I thought it must be that boyish officer in the hat sucking my vulva! 　　What was going on? 　　I heavily pulled my head back down, gazing at the clear blue sky and the heavy snow falling, while intently watching what he was doing. He stretched his tongue out and inserted it into my vagina, his lips moving over my vulva, gently sucking my labia with his lips and teeth . These actions immediately aroused my desire, making me feel uncontrollably strong, and I almost surrendered and climaxed. At the 　　crucial moment, Officer Boyd stopped sucking and moved upwards, and I couldn't help but sob softly. 　He lowered his mouth to suck on my nipple, his hat still obscuring his face. 　　Although I was a little disappointed that my vulva wasn't being served by his mouth, I immediately noticed him moving his hips forward. I felt his hard, hot penis trembling, searching for the entrance. I eagerly twisted my hips, and when the glans correctly met my wet opening, the stimulation made me gasp. 　　Officer Boyd also excitedly groaned, and when he forcefully pushed in and thrust all the way in, he groaned . 　　Wow! This feels amazing, absolutely amazing! 　Officer Boyd's penis is so big, it fills me completely, and then he began to thrust heavily in and out of my intensely desireful vagina. Each thrust squeezed my buttocks deep into the car seat. Fortunately, the car seat was very soft and comfortable, otherwise, how could my buttocks have endured it? I groaned and begged, "I...I...I... 　　Officer Boyd...I...I...I...I..." Suddenly, I wondered who the officer was. 　　My heart skipped a beat, and I opened my eyes abruptly. 　　It was Daniel! 　　Under the covers, Daniel was on top of me, staring at me. The scene just now was just a dream, but the sex was real! My son was raping me! 　　"Daniel! Stop! Get off me!" "Come on, Mom! Why didn't you want me to stop last night?" "I...I...I..." Daniel continued thrusting in and out without stopping for a moment, and soon the feeling from last night came rushing back. I had never experienced such a huge thing: "Please, please stop! 　　Son! 　　Listen to me, we can't do this, it's wrong!" "Mom! Please, don't tell me to stop now."

"Stop, please!" Daniel said, thrusting faster and faster. I knew he was about to
climax and ejaculate! I reached out and held his face tenderly, saying, "Okay, son! Mom promises you!" "In fact
, it wasn't just that Daniel was nearing orgasm. To my surprise, my buttocks involuntarily
arched upwards in rhythm with Daniel's thrusts, my arms encircled his neck, my legs rose, and I tightly wrapped them around Daniel
's waist, wanting him to penetrate me even deeper.

I also reached orgasm!

It was the pleasure of this orgasm that killed me. I had never experienced such an exciting orgasm before.
I don't know how I would go on living without such orgasms.

I bit my son's tender shoulder tightly to prevent myself from crying out from the excitement. When I tasted
my son's blood in my mouth, Daniel also ejaculated inside me at the same time!

The intense stimulation, tension, and excitement overwhelmed me, and I couldn't bear it any longer and fainted!

When I slowly woke up and opened my eyes, the room was dark. I blinked hard excitedly and took a deep breath.

Daniel sat on the bed, smiling at me, rubbing one end of a warm towel on my forehead and the other end
on his shoulder.

"Wow!" Daniel said."

I took his hand and said, "Yeah, wow! ... You know what? This kind of thing shouldn't happen!"

Daniel nodded.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen, son! It was a mistake. I won't do this with you again
." "Are you kidding me, Mom? I hope it happens often! Whenever I'm conscious,
I long to spend this beautiful springtime with you forever and ever!" I was moved to tears: "But,
son! You have to understand, boys' teenage fantasies are just fantasies. A normal mother and son shouldn't
do this. I'm afraid it will hurt you!" "I haven't been hurt. From childhood until now, nothing
has made me happier than this moment. Is this hurt? Will you get pregnant?" "I shook my head!" "Okay,
since no one has been hurt, I can assure you, Mom! I want to enjoy this kind of pleasurable sex with you,
again and again, forever and ever!" "No, Daniel! We can't do
this , never!" "But, Mom…" I pressed my fingers to Daniel's lips,
shaking my head violently. This shouldn't happen again!

I'm really not joking? This won't happen again? God knows… I called Luo and told him
I had to wait for the snow to clear before I could go home. For the next few days, Daniel and I
were inseparable, like two dogs in heat. Daniel told his roommate I had a bad cold and was in bed. I was in bed,
but instead, I was wrapped around my son's hot, throbbing body, letting his hard, huge cock fully penetrate my
wetness ! I knew his roommates were curious and wanted to know, "Maybe Brian can guess what happened,"

but my son and I concealed it perfectly!

We made love on the sheets until we were both exhausted, then we'd cuddle and nap, then wake up and
make love again! I sucked on his big, beautiful cock until my mouth ached. Daniel sucked on my
breasts and licked my vulva until his mouth was tired. Most excitingly, that enormous cock,
tirelessly hard and erect, stood there, again and again, ready to go at any moment!

On the day the weather cleared and I prepared to go home, I got dressed but found myself feeling empty.
I couldn't bear to leave without sucking Daniel's penis a few times. I squatted down on the floor, pulled Daniel's penis out of his pants, and
buried my face in it, sucking and blowing until my mouth was filled with hot, thick semen. Only then did I feel satisfied and head home.

On the long drive home, I kept thinking about the whole thing. Even now, I still can't figure out
"why" it happened. I only know that it just happened. You might say that the mother and son must have
felt guilty, but you'd be completely wrong. I don't even believe myself. I felt no guilt at all,
and I felt a deep and intense lust for Daniel. My only guilt was for letting Luo

down! My remorse for Luo didn't quell my lust. Instead, when he and his fraternity brothers went on
vacation , he called Daniel back. The two of us were glued together every minute, constantly sucking, thrusting, and
making love until we were exhausted.

Daniel stayed home after graduating in May until he left for graduate school in September. Throughout the summer vacation,
I often encouraged him to go out with his friends and date girls around his age.

However, every time he went on a date, I would be terribly jealous all night, until the next morning when Luo
left for work, Daniel climbed into bed with me, and we immediately engaged in intense, silent lovemaking,
only feeling relieved after satisfying our desires.

When Daniel left home in September, I was truly terrified, afraid of losing him!

Thank God! Today is Monday after Thanksgiving. After seeing Daniel off at the airport, I've been filled with excitement and
gratitude, thanking God that this holiday wasn't just about turkey filling my stomach! ...

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Westerners don't seem to like incest, right? Only the Japanese would do something like mother-son or father-daughter incest! Foreigners seem to do this kind of thing often, I often see it in movies, hehe. I really like this kind of incestuous writing, mother is horny, son is lustful, it all happens naturally. I really like this kind of incestuous writing, mother is horny, son is lustful, it all happens naturally. Recently, a lot of foreign incestuous writing has been posted, although it's also very exciting, I still prefer domestic writing. The author's writing style and talent are top-notch, rich in imagination. Supporting you, giving you a red heart! I still prefer domestic writing, it's more engaging, but foreign writing is just so open, there are many scandals and revelations.

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