【The Story of Beautiful Mom Wang Yan】(14)

Happy times always linger.

Yang Yang, returning to school with his backpack at the start of a new week, realized that final exams were fast approaching

.

During this month of our incestuous time at home, my son initially became infatuated with my beauty, but

later, as we overcame our initial barriers and he gradually discovered the true meaning of love between men and women, he indulged in unrestrained and illicit

desires until he was completely absorbed. As a teenager experiencing the pleasures of love for the first time, it was inevitable that

he would become unable to extricate himself from his studies. Although I had been maintaining our less-than-successful sexual relationship while constantly fulfilling my duties as a mother and

supervising his studies at home, he was still a teenager. He devoted most of his attention to how to win my

favor and how to avoid premature ejaculation and embarrassment in front of me. It wasn't until

he returned to the reality of the classroom from this incestuous paradise that he realized how difficult it was to catch up on the lessons he had missed over the past month

. Even worse, he still couldn't control his wandering thoughts.

"Yang Yang! What have you been doing at home for the past month? How could you answer such a simple question wrong?

"

My son's English teacher, who used to have high hopes for him, was

very .

"Yang Yang! What are you daydreaming about in class? You kid, did your arm injury affect your brain too?

Do you even know how much time you have left until the college entrance exam?"

His math teacher also noticed that Yang Yang was out of sync with the class's learning atmosphere.

My son's homeroom teacher told me all these problems over the phone.

My son used to be one of the top students in the class, but since returning from his sick leave, he's been inexplicably daydreaming in class.

Sometimes he smiles to himself, sometimes he looks worried. The teachers are also very disappointed with his answers;

they're either completely irrelevant or he stands there blankly, not understanding what the teacher is asking.

"Yang Yang's mother. I hope you understand that we are a top high school in the city. The college entrance exam pass rate

is strictly controlled every year. Yang Yang was originally a well-known top student, how did he suddenly drop to the bottom? I

hope you can increase your supervision of his studies at home. Also, observe whether he's in a relationship? Based on my

years of educational experience, I feel that he's in puberty, and his infatuation suggests a strong tendency towards early romance.

Regardless, he's still a high school student. If you, as his mother, notice any signs, please

contact me immediately. Our school is willing to cooperate with parents to help your son's mental well-being. Don't let these things affect

his entire life!"

After hanging up the phone with the homeroom teacher, I felt heavy-hearted and conflicted.

For the past few days, because I noticed some improvement in my son's sexual function, I started frequently performing oral sex, breast sex, and

his favorite footjob on him. Knowing that my son would soon be returning to school and that my husband might not return for some time, my

attachment to my son grew stronger each day, making it difficult for me to control the frequency of our intimate moments.

I think this must have affected his mindset after returning to school.

When I got home that evening and prepared dinner, my son rushed to me,

wanting a hug, before even unpacking his schoolbag.

I pushed away his enthusiastic arms and said sternly, my face ashen, "Stop it!"

"What's wrong, Mom?"

he asked, disappointed. He threw down his schoolbag, changed his shoes, and came back to me.

"What's wrong with your studies? Your homeroom teacher called me. You've fallen to

the bottom of the class! Do you know that's a top-tier high school? There's a strict probability system for getting into college. With grades

like 're likely to be eliminated."

I said angrily, pointing at my son.

The days of intimacy between mother and son had almost made me forget my role as a mother .

I was only focused on finding the wonderful feeling of first love and the simple sexual experience with my son. Now, I felt both ashamed and angry, both because of my son's lack of ambition

and because I had actively led him into incest. This fact, which had been putting a lot of pressure on me, had

finally borne bitter fruit, making me even more ashamed and remorseful.

"Mom! Listen to me!"

my son tried anxiously to explain.

"I won't listen! I don't want to hear your explanations! The final exams are in two weeks! I just want you

to show that same hard work you used to have. If you fail the final exams, you know

how your dad will punish you when he gets home! Also, you need to focus these days! I won't allow you to touch me again! And I

won't allow you to have your mind filled with those bedroom thoughts! If your teacher tells me you're still so

distracted, don't blame me for never giving you another chance!"

I scolded Yang Yang through gritted teeth.

My son's face turned pale, a mixture of shame, disappointment, and self-reproach. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment

before falling silent, picking up his schoolbag and going to his room.

I called him twice for dinner, but he ignored me. It seemed he was really angry with me.

I picked out some of his favorite dishes and put them on a plate, then filled a bowl with rice and brought it to his room.

I found him sitting alone under the lamp, quietly reviewing his lessons. A wave of relief washed over me.

My sensible and hadn't let me down. I gently moved closer to him, but he ignored

me, engrossed in his book. I put down dinner and, like a wife to her hardworking husband, tenderly

kissed . Then, with a mother's loving caress, I patted his head, turned, and closed the door, no longer

wanting to disturb his studies.

From then on, our relationship seemed to return to a simple mother-son dynamic.

It was as if we had never experienced anything incestuous. Every day, my son studied diligently, leaving early and returning late. I,

on the other hand, tried my best to do housework and, to prevent him from having any wild thoughts, kept myself in my room to avoid us both becoming unable to control ourselves from seeing him

too often .

However, every morning when we went to work or school together on the bus, my son would sometimes sneakily

touch my sexy, stockinged legs under my short skirt, or sometimes deliberately nudge my buttocks with his erect penis. I

would always smile and remain silent, letting my son sexually harass me without responding. Sometimes, she would even subtly

wiggle her hips in response to the rhythm of her son's penis rubbing against her. These simple acts of flirting at least allow me to clearly remember what I was doing with him.

Hidden within my son's seemingly ordinary life was a secret passion.

He was, after all, a good student with a strong academic foundation and was intelligent. After I suppressed his wandering thoughts, his grades recovered quickly.

Soon after, he ranked 11th in his class and 28th in the entire grade in the final exams. While this wasn't as impressive as his previous final exam

results it was still

quite good compared to falling far behind others right after the holiday break.

When my son came home with his report card, I had dinner ready as usual, watching TV while waiting

for him.

As soon as he entered, he excitedly handed me his report card, boasting about how hard he had been studying lately, how he hadn't performed well on

the exam , and how his current score wasn't as high as he had hoped.

I looked at the report card, smiled with satisfaction, and casually praised him a few times.

"Just verbal praise?"

My son asked after changing his shoes and washing his face. "Aren't you going to give your son a real reward, Mom?"

"I'll have your dad slap you as a reward later!"

I said with a laugh .

"If it weren't for Mom's strict discipline, I don't know how your dad would beat you when he got home! And you dare to ask for a reward!

"

My son plopped down next to me, brazenly putting his arm around my shoulder and rubbing his face against mine

. He whispered in my ear,

"Mom! I've been holding back for so long! Now that the exams are over, I should be on summer vacation. Shouldn't I

let my son have some fun today?"

As he spoke, his mischievous hand reached under my dress.

I blushed and let my son grope me, not refusing his hand under my dress

. A long-lost tenderness welled up in my heart. I didn't dare look at my son's gaze, which made me nervous, and just kept staring at the TV, letting him

gently rub his fingers against my private area through my stockings and underwear.

"Are you bullying your mother again?"

Having not been with my son for a while, I felt a little embarrassed by his touching. Finally, I couldn't help but stand up and walk

away, whispering,

"Ugh! Look at you, all sweaty and smelling awful. Go take a shower. After dinner, if there's anything

you need, come to my room and we'll talk."

Although the words were vague, the meaning was clear to my son and me, this incestuous mother and son.

To celebrate my son's exams, which he did quite well, I, as his mother, decided to use my body as

encouragement and reward him for his hard work that night. On the other hand, because I hadn't

had any real sexual contact with Yang Yang for a long time, I also wanted to see if his premature ejaculation problem

had improved after the various sexual encounters and the rest I'd been doing.

After dinner, I took a shower, making sure to shower more thoroughly than usual.

After showering, I changed into a clean, light yellow silk nightgown, hesitated for a moment, then found a pair of flesh-colored

stockings and put them on. Then I lazily snuggled up to the headboard, flipping through the erotic comics I'd confiscated from my son

while eagerly awaiting the arrival of my little sweetheart.

My son had been watching TV since dinner. When I came out of my shower, I glanced at him, and the little guy, knowing full well

what was going on, got up and went to shower too. I heard the hairdryer and knew he was drying his hair. Thinking about how much our long-awaited intimacy was taking

this chance made me smile slightly.

The door opened, and my son silently entered my bedroom, locking the door behind him. I pretended not to notice, still

facing the bed, flipping through his erotic comics, ignoring him.

The explicit sex scenes made my heart pound, and the sound of my son's breathing getting closer made

me even more nervous.

My son started touching me.

His warm, large hands skillfully and greedily caressed the section of my thigh clad in stockings that peeked out from under my nightgown

.

I still ignored him.

He started lifting my nightgown, reaching down to my chest and brazenly squeezing my breasts.

I couldn't hold back any longer and

giggled

, turning around and playfully tapping my son's head with the comic book in my hand, laughing and scolding,

"You're so annoying!"

Before I could finish my sentence, my son's hot lips were already pressed against mine, and we began a passionate kiss.

"Oh! Mom,"

my son said, his eyes half-closed, lost in a passionate kiss, his hands busy kneading my

breasts and caressing my thighs, his words muffled as he whispered,

"I've missed you so much! You know how hard I've tried these past few days to make you happy... and I've been

refraining from masturbation... You know how beautiful you are... I don't want to waste my love elsewhere; I

want to give you the best gift with my grades and my love for you."

We had just broken free of our moral constraints, and our bodies were overflowing with desire, but

my son's studies abruptly severed that bond. Our

hearts the taboo, began to drift apart as he focused on his studies. I had felt a pang of sadness about this.

But hearing his tender words now filled me

with gratitude. Finally, after we crossed that barrier, I had truly won his heart. In return,

I would naturally be extra gentle and attentive in bed.

"Mommy knows! My good son! I'm so sorry you've suffered! It's all my fault! Come on, my little love! Tonight,

Mommy belongs to you. You should know that Mommy has been longing for this moment to come sooner. Come on, son,

let's indulge ourselves!"

I kissed my son back while caressing his naked upper body, feeling the smoothness of every inch of his skin

. I also poured out my heart to him.

A man and woman in the throes of passion need no words; their bodies are the best comfort.

When my son came into my bedroom after his shower, he was only wearing boxer shorts, which were now nowhere to be seen. His

naked body embraced me, and we rolled around on the bed, French kissing. We were passionately intimate for a while.

I sat up, and my son, understanding my intention, helped me lift my nightgown. I raised my arms and pulled myself

up, and the nightgown, which was in the way, was pulled off by my son. I was naked, facing my naked son, completely exposed to each other .

I reached down to pull off my stockings from the top of my thighs, but my son stopped me, pressing my hand down.

"Don't take them off, Mom! You look even sexier in stockings. Come on! Stand up and let me see."

I obediently stood up, smoothing my long hair. Standing naked in front of my son

, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and could only blush and lower my head.

My son also stood up, put his arm around my shoulders, and

carefully admired my beautiful body with eyes full of love and desire, like examining a work of art. At this moment, my son no longer had the

ecstasy and unease he felt when he first saw his mother naked, nor the lingering infatuation he had when we did leg play or oral sex. I don't know when the mundane years had made

my son mature, but now, facing him naked again, it felt as if my sexual fantasies of many years had suddenly become

reality . A handsome young man and his beautiful princess were about to experience their shy first night together.

Ah! This was the moment I had always dreamed of!

At this moment, I could no longer be as wanton and forceful as before. In such a warm atmosphere, I

was unconsciously intoxicated, like a virgin shyly waiting for her first time. I even forgot that my son had premature

ejaculation, and my eyes were filled with both longing and tenderness as I looked at his penis.

"What beautiful breasts!!"

My son reached out and pinched my slightly erect nipple, praising,

"I haven't touched them for several days, but Mom's nipples are still so smooth and charming."

I turned my head away shyly. I didn't say anything. I let my son play with my beautiful nipples without uttering a word.

But my heart was filled with sweetness.

"What's wrong? Mom. You seem shy."

My son gently lifted my chin and kissed me again. His restless hands began to caress my pubic area, which was covered with

thick, dark pubic hair.

As I responded to my son's tongue with mine, I whispered,

"Somehow, Mom feels you're a little different today. Maybe we've been too empty lately

, but anyway, Mom feels great right now! How do you want to make love to Mom today? With your

breasts or your mouth? My good son who loves learning! Whatever reward you want, Mom will give you!

"

"Today... I want to truly be Mom's man! Is that okay?"

My son ran his fingers through the thick pubic hair between my legs and said decisively with courage.

"Of course! My silly child. Mom also longs to have you. But we've failed too many times in the past

..."

Just thinking about those frustrating sexual experiences made my heart feel heavy.

"No... don't believe me! Mom, let me try again!"

Looking at my son's determined eyes, and at the same time, the warm atmosphere in bed today was so intoxicating. I

couldn't refuse my son's efforts again, so I obediently nodded, let my son help me lie down quietly on the bed,

closed my eyes, and waited for my son's countless attempts at intercourse.

Since my son and I started having leg-sharing, although I've often tried having him masturbate me, he

seems to To avoid triggering his premature ejaculation, I haven't

directly shown my vulva to him in a long time.

At this moment, while I was still hesitating whether to actively spread my legs, my son had already grasped my

legs , at the back of my knees and forcefully spread them apart, instantly exposing my most beautiful clitoris.

"So beautiful! Mom! Your vulva is like a beautiful rose, I think it must smell very sweet!"

Saying this, Yangyang lay between my legs, bringing his head close to my vulva and deeply inhaling its scent. Then, like a

thirsty child, he couldn't resist pressing his lips to my vulva, carefully savoring his mother's most mysterious flavor

.

"Ah!"

That's, after all, a woman's most sensitive area, and being licked by my son made me involuntarily let out a joyful scream.

My son had licked my vulva many times before, but at that time I was too subjectively focused on my own pleasure. Ignoring

my son 's feelings, I always brazenly offered my vulva directly to his mouth, causing him, experiencing sex

for the first time, to lose control and lick and nibble indiscriminately. This time, when we were deeply in love, my son offered me oral sex. The unique

gentleness and stimulation he brought were unlike anything I had ever experienced before, making me feel intoxicated and wanting only to scream with pleasure.

My son's tongue slid up and down along the opening of my vulva, the taste buds on his tongue stimulating my tender

labia, and occasionally licking my delicate clitoris exposed by his foreskin. Before long,

my love juices flowed like a tide. My son even greedily sucked several mouthfuls of my constantly flowing juices, laughing

as he looked at my embarrassed face. I don't know when, but my son had become so incredibly important to me.

"So good! Mommy wants more. Mommy wants your big cock! Quickly use your big cock to fuck Mommy's

cunt hard!"

I was burning with desire from my son's meticulous oral sex. My love juices flowed uncontrollably in gushes.

Unable to bear it any longer, I could only utter vulgarities and beg my son to take me, using the most degrading posture a woman can muster.

My son lifted his face from my beautiful vulva, smiled, and crawled forward, pressing himself close to me. He used his thumb, coated with sticky, lustful

fluid, to tease my clitoris. He then began to search for the entrance between my legs with his overly long foreskin.

"Why can't it go in?"

After searching for a while, my son couldn't get it in. He asked himself.

"What a clumsy boy. This…"

I curled my legs up and spread them wide to welcome my son's glans, which was covered by his foreskin, with my wet vulva,

while reaching out to guide the base of his penis to the correct entrance.

"Mmm…"

My son and I both murmured softly at the same time.

His little penis finally went completely into the vulva of the mother who gave birth to him and raised him. In

the instant our genitals were tightly intertwined, neither of us moved. Their eyes met, observing each other's

expressions .i=72> The son was both surprised and delighted that he hadn't experienced premature ejaculation during his first sexual encounter with his mother in the normal sexual position. As for me...

His initial success brought our incestuous relationship to a perfect conclusion, a bittersweet mix of joy and shame. But a moment later,

we realized that after countless hardships, our efforts had finally paid off. We hurriedly began to writhe

, eager to give each other pleasure.

My son, drenched in sweat, tirelessly thrust his penis in and out. I, also sweating profusely,

skillfully moved my hips, my vagina responding to his rhythm. His foreskin was soaked with my vaginal fluids, each

thrust producing a soft, wet squelching sound. It was like a simple symphony of love between a man and a woman.

Honestly, even if my son didn't have premature ejaculation, his penis was far

inferior to his father's. But at that moment, I was no longer so concerned with direct physical stimulation. What fascinated me more was

the very act of my son and I having intercourse.

"How about it, Mom! Now you won't laugh at me for premature ejaculation anymore, right?"

my son said triumphantly, panting as he fucked me.

We didn't time it, 10 minutes? 15 minutes? Anyway, this time the intercourse time was no different from that of normal couples

having sex .

"You little rascal! Now you can use your little dick to bully Mom all the time!"

I said coquettishly, my face flushed and covered in sweat.

My climax was approaching. I started to blush, my nipples hardened, and my juices gushed out uncontrollably,

soaking a large patch of the sheet under my buttocks. I became dazed and started moaning passionately.

I hugged my son's neck tightly, kissing and biting him wildly, eagerly longing for his love to arrive.

My son also climaxed.

He squeezed my trembling breasts hard with both hands, thrusting his buttocks up and down, desperately

plunging his penis deep into my vagina. With a series of joyful cries, my son's fresh, hot semen gushed out, my

uterus feeling the powerful impact of his scalding fluid.

After a long while, my son slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina and collapsed beside me, panting heavily

. I was also drenched in sweat, feeling utterly exhausted. Mother and son nestled together, feeling each other's

heartbeats, and smiled at each other with blissful expressions.

After resting for a bit, my son wrapped his arms around my neck and began to kiss me passionately again.

"Mom!"

my son whispered in my ear.

"Hmm?"

I asked weakly, my eyes closed, savoring the unforgettable intercourse.

"Making love with you is simply wonderful!" my son said

, his arms around my neck, playfully rubbing his semen-covered foreskin against my stockinged thigh . 　　"Silly boy!" 　　I said with a smile, my eyes still closed. 　　After a short rest, my son regained his strength. Ignoring the fact that I hadn't even had time to wipe myself, he pressed his lips to my still-wet vulva, the mess from our previous lovemaking, and began a new round of passionate advances. 　　What a wonderful night it was. 　　My son, now confident, and his mother, whom he had finally conquered after some effort, tirelessly , until neither of us could ask for anything more. Then, like intimate lovers , we embraced naked until dawn. Even in our sleep, my son and I held hands so tightly! And our hearts, like were pressed together! 　　Son! Do you know how happy I am to be your woman!

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