Growing Up Through Mother's Temptation (Summer Night Passion) Author: mhig

Growing Up Amidst Mother's Temptation

Author: mhig
Published: 2011/08/06 on: Sex Bar
Word Count: 14391

The July night and breeze are poetic, the evening scenery picturesque. The scattered stars, like sparkling pearls,
hang in the boundless sky, illuminating this beautiful city.

Clear river water flows quietly under a row of willow trees. Beside the willows is a newly built residential
area. Tall, sturdy sycamore trees are scattered throughout the area, their branches
extending beyond the trunks. Beneath the dense foliage are rows of dilapidated houses and low shacks built on vacant land.
The dark corner was exceptionally quiet. Inside a dimly lit building, a middle-aged woman leaned against the window

, her eyes gazing dreamily at the sky outside.
A soft, small hand rested on her lower body, digging and probing back and forth. With each increasingly
vigorous movement, her body trembled. Her long, black hair, loosely draped over her
shoulders creating alluring waves. Soon, the woman's beautiful body
began to contort in a wanton manner. With each wave of pleasure from masturbation, her body trembled even more violently.
Her breasts, still tender and smooth from years of careful nurturing, bounced joyfully like two lively jade rabbits. Her lips grew increasingly
dry, and soft, intermittent moans escaped her throat,
sounding particularly lewd and alluring in the tranquil darkness.

The beautiful woman couldn't remember when she had begun to crave this pleasure of masturbation, nor how
long she had been indulging herself like this by the window every night. She only knew that since
her husband's death, she had slept alone in the large bed every night, facing the empty house, feeling
the loneliness and emptiness in her heart, and enduring the physical hunger and itching. That feeling was something that those who hadn't experienced it
could never understand.

She had already spent countless sleepless nights.

The beautiful woman inside was already slightly sweaty, the beads of perspiration on her fair and full skin gleaming with a hot, translucent
sheen. Mixed with the constantly emanating, fresh and pleasant perfume, even she felt her own
desire, like a burning fire, about to ignite. Beneath the milky-white silk stockings, her skin, untouched by sunlight,
remained as delicate and smooth as ever for decades. In the dim light of the room, it became even more alluring. Her
full, round, and voluptuous buttocks, her slender and straight legs—a sexy and seductive beauty that no young girl
could match—was the charm of a mature woman.

In this quiet, dimly lit room, the beautiful woman's movements became increasingly lewd and seductive, perhaps trying
to numb her lonely and resentful heart with burning desire. Stimulated by the overwhelming, endless pleasure, the beautiful woman
slightly opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and gazed at the mirror by
the window . In the bright, smooth mirror, a voluptuous and beautiful woman breathed heavily. Her beautiful
face, beneath long eyelashes, framed a pair of passionate black eyes, engorged with a sweet excitement—
a pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her entire being, a mature body immersed in
decadent sex.

A gentle evening breeze stirred the curtains. Outside the window, lights twinkled, and the shadowy trees created a
lush, eerie atmosphere. The night deepened, and a few scattered stars dotted the black swan-like sky,
casting a desolate glow against the few remaining lights.

Inside, the woman was oblivious to everything else. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded over her shoulders,
making her flushed face even more alluring. Her firm, full breasts stood
erect, a sight that would tempt any man. The woman gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror, then began to
masturbate .

Looking again at the dimly lit, empty room, the beautiful Jia'ai couldn't help but recall the days immediately following her husband's death.
Her beloved son, Xiaowei, would often come to her side, tears streaming down his face. He was still young then;
perhaps he couldn't truly understand the pain of losing a father, or a husband, and simply
cried because someone was missing from the family. But he knew he had lost his father and knew why he
was crying. Yet, wasn't the pain in his son's heart even greater than her own? Every time she saw
her son crying pitifully beside her, Jia'ai felt a pang of sorrow. She would hold him in her arms, burying his head
in her braless nightgown. She gently stroked his little head, but he only
cried loudly, shaking his head against her breasts.

Jia'ai was aroused by her son's pleas, but no matter how she tried to comfort and coax him, he wouldn't listen. In
desperation , she unbuttoned her nightgown and gently pressed her son's head
against her bare breasts. Jia'ai fondly recalled her son's refusal to wean when he was young, his lingering attachment to her beautiful, full
breasts, which filled her with shame. The touch of his mother's soft breasts, and the sweet, nostalgic taste,
soon stopped Xiao Wei's crying. Meanwhile, Jia'ai's pearly, smooth breasts were touched by her son's adorable hands, the soft
peaks slowly deforming under his ministrations. Her son's open mouth and relentless suckling at her
swollen breasts and the firm, strong nipple, as if trying to draw milk,
increasingly aroused Jia'ai's maternal instincts, leaving her breathless.

On the other hand, Jia'ai felt a sweet excitement spreading throughout her body;
the nipple, sucked by her son's tongue, hardened, and the pale pink gradually turned deep red. Jia'ai
closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying her son's suckling at her breasts, her whole body burning like fire
, and unconsciously, she slowly and gently inserted her fingers. The moment Jia'ai 's
fingers , touched her already quite wet and slippery labia, her body began to stir.
A moan escaped her throat unconsciously, and her whole body trembled. Suddenly, she lost her reason, repeatedly
inserting her fingers into her burning, secret place, stirring the hot, sticky fluid…

Each time the lust subsided and she regained her senses, Jia'ai was filled with deep self-reproach. She couldn't forgive herself,
nor could she understand herself. Already middle-aged, and a mother of a high school boy, why would she
repeatedly engage in such unbecoming and lewd acts? Yet, whenever her lust
arose, this self-reproach was immediately swept away by the passion surging from the depths of her body. Sweet
memories and the pleasure of reality constantly guided Jia'ai to the peak of climax, as if in a dream, only to slowly
fall back to reality, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The pleasure of reality made Jia'ai's lust burn even more fiercely, her hands moving with increasing excitement, rapidly
and forcefully grasping and kneading her breasts, causing her entire body to tremble. Her
black lace panties, soaked with sweat and love fluid, exuded a damp and lewd scent, sliding down as Jia'ai twisted and turned. Jia'ai
scratched around her navel with her fingers, making her already aroused body even hotter.
However, she deliberately avoided the sensitive areas, only slowly caressing the area around her panties. The thin fabric was soaked with
hot liquid. Jia'ai was completely dominated by the intense fire surging from deep within her body, constantly guiding
her fingers into the burning interior of her lower body.

She knew that the more impatient she was, the shorter the pleasure would be. Therefore, before reaching climax
, she had to suppress the pleasure, constantly tormenting her body until she couldn't bear it anymore, so that the desire would become even more
intense. The dark red panties were already soaked and clung to her skin, revealing a wanton crack in her lower garden,
the sensitive protrusion receiving the gentle stimulation from the panties, and then experiencing the sweetest pleasure.

The increasingly intense pleasure kept assaulting her mind, making her feel dizzy.
A strong desire for even deeper pleasure drove her to quickly insert her fingers into her panties, which were pressed tightly against her skin. As she passed through
the curly pubic hair, she discovered the incredibly soft texture of her labia, soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid. Her body
trembled with anticipation of pleasure, and she began to dig rapidly and violently. Moments later, her lust
reached its peak, and a gush of fluid spurted from her labia, sending Jia'ai's heart pounding with desire. Her mind was in turmoil, and she
leaned weakly against the wall by the window, her agitated emotions unable to subside for a long time…

“Knock, knock, knock,” a loud, short knock on the door sounded inopportunely.

Her son's slightly annoyed voice came from outside: “Mom, what are you doing? Can you hurry up? We're
going to be late! If you don't come out, I'm coming in.”

“Oh, okay, I'm coming out, I'm coming out right away.” Hearing her son's voice, Jia'ai snapped out of her daze and
hurriedly replied in a flustered manner.

Tonight, she had booked a banquet at a luxury hotel in the city center to celebrate her son's admission to a prestigious university.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Jia'ai saw a flushed face, her eyes sensually moist, and her whole body
burning with desire, yet she still felt deeply ashamed.

Although the brief but intense passion had almost exhausted her, leaving her
weak limp, Jia'ai knew she couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, her son might impulsively
burst in, and if her newly adult son saw her in this filthy and depraved state,
she feared she would have no choice but to jump off a building. Jia'ai barely suppressed the lingering lust in her heart, and somewhat flusteredly prepared
to open the wardrobe to change her clothes. But just then, Jia'ai discovered that her underwear was
filthy and unwearable due to the gushing of her own fluids. She sighed inwardly, deciding she couldn't worry about that now. Without changing her underwear, Jia'ai
hurriedly opened the wardrobe and put on the evening gown she had prepared a month ago. The silky, thin
dress perfectly showcased the beautiful curves of Jia'ai's full breasts and buttocks, making even
herself marvel at how sexy and alluring her body was.

The city lights began to twinkle. In a penthouse room on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the city center, Jia'ai and Xiao Wei
sat facing each other. The hotel was brightly lit and dazzling; outside, the city bustled with activity and traffic; the city under the night sky
was vibrant and prosperous. Gazing at Xiaowei sitting across from her, Jia'ai felt a surge of
joy . Tonight, her son was dressed in a black suit, a far cry from his usual student image, appearing tall, upright,
mature, and composed.

Jia'ai picked up her crystal-clear glass and held it up to her son, saying sweetly, "My dear son, I
know you've suffered a lot these past few years. You've really worked so hard. Fortunately, things have finally turned around. Come on,
son congratulations!"

Xiaowei also raised his glass, clinking it against his mother's with a "clink," and said gratefully, "
Thank you , Mom. You've been the one who's worked the hardest all these years. I should be the one thanking you."

Hearing her son's emotional words, Jia'ai knew what he meant. Thinking of
the emptiness and loneliness of being widowed all these years, the hardships and toil of life, and the worries and anxieties she had endured for her son's upbringing, a wave of heartache immediately welled up inside her.
Hearing her son, whom she had raised with such care, being so sensible now, tears welled up in her eyes,
threatening to fall. However, Jia'ai immediately remembered that today was a happy day for her and her son, and she
didn't want to ruin the atmosphere with those painful memories. She quickly held back her tears,
gave her son a knowing smile, brought her glass to her lips, and drank it all in one gulp. The clear liquid slowly flowed down
her throat, the sweet aroma of alcohol comfortably filling her body. All the hardships of the past now felt like
endless happiness.

"You've really grown up, into a big young man," Jia'ai said with a mixture of affection and
emotion .

Hearing his mother's heartfelt words, Xiao Wei was also filled with thoughts. He recalled the countless times he
had been bullied and mistreated by classmates and neighbors as a child, enduring humiliation and resentment in silence, hoping only
to grow up and spread his wings. Now, that day had finally arrived, and the thought of
university life soon to come—the first step in his journey—filled his eyes with a dreamlike
light, revealing boundless longing and anticipation.

Meeting her son's longing gaze and resolute eyes, Jia'ai was overjoyed and couldn't help but praise him
again , saying, "My son is not only a young man now, but he's grown into a very handsome guy. Tsk, tsk,
look how charming he is."

This was the first time Xiao Wei had heard his mother praise him as a man, not a child. He was slightly
surprised and felt a little shy, but mostly joyful. He slowly turned his head
and gazed at the beautiful woman before him up close for the first time. She wore a light blue evening gown, elegant and
dignified. The soft, smooth silk fabric clung tightly to her mature, voluptuous body,
highlighting her curves and the radiant, snow-white skin under the light. He stared at her,
mesmerized, for a long while before exclaiming in amazement, "Mom, you're so beautiful! It's true! Of all the mothers in the world,
you're the most beautiful!"

Jia Ai felt incredibly proud of her son's praise.
For it was undoubtedly the happiest thing in the world.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your mother! How dare you
joke about ?" Jia Ai scolded him, her face stern, but she couldn't hide her joy.

Seemingly sensing that her son was looking at her as if she were a beautiful lover, Jia'ai's body
involuntarily heated up, a wave of heat washing over her. The tight-fitting dress clung completely to
her skin , showcasing her full, curvaceous figure. She even felt her breasts, like ripe watermelons
, about to burst open, while the dress concealed her soft, curved breasts. This sensual sight was
fully displayed in her puberty-struck son's eyes, reigniting his previously suppressed desire, his face
flushed with excited lust.

Jia'ai felt her body drenched in sweat, as if
a thousand . Even sitting was painful. To calm her racing heart, Jia'ai
finished her drink. Soon, her mind became hazy, as if shrouded in a pinkish glow,
and she felt drowsy and disoriented. At this moment, everything became joyful as long as she was with her son.
Jia'ai unknowingly became intoxicated by the wine, gazing blankly at Xiaowei. The mother and son stared
intently at each other under the dazzling lights, unable to come to their senses for a long time…

Night, like a vast black curtain, finally slowly descended, enveloping the entire earth. It was as if
telling people that the day's spectacular drama had come to an end, and now everyone could rest for a moment, awaiting
the start of tomorrow's grand spectacle. Jia'ai and Xiaowei, supporting each other, walked out of the hotel in the night, the unique warmth of summer filling
the entire city.

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