【The Story of Beautiful Mom Wang Yan】(15) The Finale

The bright sunlight streamed into the living room.

I was making dumplings alone, a happy smile on my face.

They say women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty.

For a healthy woman in her prime at forty, what could bring me more happiness than

nights of passionate lovemaking?

My son and I have become increasingly adept at sex as we've gotten to know each other better.

Although he was briefly obsessed after his incestuous relationship with his mother, he quickly regained his sense of propriety.

It didn't negatively impact his studies, and with the onset of his romantic feelings, his thinking has matured considerably. These days

, during his vacation at home, he's managed his study time efficiently. This means I have nothing to worry about.

Every day after work, I greet him with the utmost enthusiasm after his self-study, fulfilling his suppressed adolescent

desires , and we spend countless blissful nights together.

I've been incredibly happy lately. My lifelong fantasy as a woman has not only come true but

has exceeded my expectations. How could my heart, which has been suppressed for over a decade, not be happy?

My son and I have a more fulfilling sex life than I ever dreamed of. The intense physical pleasure and

immense psychological satisfaction go without saying. What's even more remarkable is how

well .

Two to three times a day on average—not too many, not too few. This allows both the passionate

teenager and the tender mother in heat to achieve their due satisfaction without becoming overly tired or losing themselves.

And after each encounter, lying naked in bed with my son, embracing each other, brings our hearts closer

and our bond deepens.

Like a honeymoon, my son and I are so engrossed in this blissful time that we almost forgot my husband

had called days in advance to come home today.

Last night, after we finished, I was wiping myself, covered in sweat, when I suddenly remembered this

crucial thing. I repeatedly reminded my son to keep it a secret and not to be too affectionate with me in front of my husband.

He cooperated by hugging and comforting me, which calmed me down a bit. We cuddled for a while before I

went to sleep with my son this morning, feeling uneasy.

Although I can't continue sleeping with my son like husband and wife when my husband comes back

, he's very busy with work and often goes on business trips. Although I'm a little reluctant to give up this current happiness and freedom, I don't care

too much .

After all, there's plenty of time!

Since my son and I have crossed the moral line and started incest,

we've been openly and blatantly having sex at home for so long. I believe that as long as we're careful, my husband shouldn't find anything

wrong . When he goes on his next business trip, I, Yang Yang, can treat it as a honeymoon for us.

From the moment my son and I officially opened our hearts to each other and became infatuated with each other's bodies, my longing for my husband has become

increasingly faint.

On one hand, I'm busy seeking physical pleasure with my son; on the other hand, I've always felt deep guilt towards my husband for my incestuous

affair I never imagined that, in my middle age,

I would finally succumb to a woman's innate restlessness and betray my husband, cheating on

him with my own son. This incestuous relationship

casts a deep, indelible shadow on my heart. To escape this heavy psychological burden, I try to avoid

thinking about him, focusing solely on the pleasure my son brings, thus numbing myself and preventing myself from

collapsing at the mere thought of my husband.

But deep down, I truly love and pity my husband. After all, we've been married for many years, and our relationship has always been

good . My initial reason for the incestuous affair was simply that I thought my husband was too ugly and his behavior too rude;

I felt guilty towards him no matter what.

Yet, when I think about how I, as a woman, have been loved by two men I truly love in my lifetime,

I feel incredibly happy.

In short, what's meant to happen can't be avoided. Since my husband is coming back, I'll continue to be

his gentle and virtuous wife while he's home, fulfilling my duties as a woman and serving him well.

The dumplings were ready, and my husband arrived home.

The family happily gathered together for a long-awaited reunion dinner.

My husband was in high spirits because his work had gone smoothly, and hearing that his son's exam results after his broken hand and leave

were actually quite good, he was even more happy and drank a few more glasses of wine. After dinner, he called his son to his side,

took out a few hundred yuan, and handed it to him, telling him to go out and buy something he liked.

"Dad, I don't want to buy anything. I still need to study later, so I won't go!"

The son took the money but had no intention of leaving.

"Studying all the time will make you stupid! Go! I'll give you more when you've spent it all. It's good to get some exercise, hurry up.

Dad and Mom still have things to talk about!"

The husband, his face flushed from drinking, urged his son to leave.

The son, who already knew about marital matters from his mother, understood his father's intentions at this moment. He glanced at

me, his eyes filled with jealousy. I blushed and lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. My son frowned

helplessly and left, full of resentment.

"Yanzi!"

My husband shouted impatiently as soon as he closed the door, grabbing me and kissing my cheeks passionately

while unzipping his pants and hastily pulling out his penis.

I frowned and let him kiss me, looking down at his already erect, large black

penis with a hint of disgust.

"Come on! Yangyang's gone, let's do it!"

My husband didn't notice my annoyance and started undressing me. In

no time, I was stripped naked by my husband. He picked me up like a child and carried me excitedly into the bedroom. Naked, I was thrown onto the bed by my husband. Like a lamb

to the slaughter, I

closed my eyes resentfully, waiting for the long-awaited, rough intercourse from my husband, who had been starved for months. I just hoped he could be

gentler .

"Ah! Ah... Ah! It hurts... Ouch!"

Soon, a scream came from the bedroom, which was more like a moan than a cry of pleasure.

My husband pinned me beneath his obese body, his dark penis, like a red-hot iron rod, pounding into my

tender cunt with rapid, relentless thrusting. There was no foreplay, no flirting. He was releasing the pent-up

lust . I, meanwhile, could only fulfill my duties as a wife, passively responding to his intercourse with moans.

Because there was no foreplay, my vagina was completely dry. Driven by alcohol, my crude

husband disregarded my feelings, seeking pleasure only in my delicate body, causing me excruciating pain.

My moans contained no pleasure whatsoever, but were simply involuntary outbursts of intense pain.

"Yanzi, your cunt is still so tight! So comfortable. Ah…ah…you must be itchy while I'm not home, right?

Come on! Let me fuck you properly…I'll fuck you…I'll fuck you…"

My husband, his face flushed, uttered vulgarities, his excitement reaching its peak. He thrust into me forcefully a few times, while

roughly twisting my tender nipples.

"Ah!...Old Yang! Be gentle! Don't do that! It hurts!"

I was sweating profusely from the pain.

"How can it be comfortable if it doesn't hurt? My little beauty, I've missed you so much! I missed your beautiful breasts, I missed

your slippery little cunt!"

My husband thrust his penis in and out while bringing his mouth, reeking of smoke and alcohol, to my snow-white breasts and

kissing them.

Unlike our previous blissful separations, when my husband was just as rough during sex after his business trips,

even though I was dissatisfied, we could still reach orgasm together. And because of his outstanding stamina, I

always felt an inexplicable longing for his rough, almost rape-like sex.

But this time, for some reason, I kept hoping that our sex would end quickly. Perhaps partly

because my heart was now with my son, and I had grown distant from my husband, and partly because my husband's roughness

had indeed caused me so much pain,

my husband finally ejaculated.

Just as I had rested a bit, stretching my limbs which had become stiff from my husband's actions, and feeling that the nightmare was finally over

, my husband finished a cigarette, looked at my pitiful yet naked

body became erect again.

Another intense sexual intercourse ensued.

Because I hadn't had time to wipe the semen that had entered my vagina, this time it was somewhat easier; the slippery

semen replaced the vaginal lubrication that should have flowed out, lubricating my dry vagina.

I turned my head to the side and silently let my husband insert his penis into my body again. I began to try to enjoy

the experience that my husband's penis, which was completely different from my son's, brought me.

From a woman's perspective, as long as it didn't hurt me, my husband's penis was indeed more satisfying. After all, we had been married

for many years , and after my husband had his moment of pleasure, this time the lovemaking was noticeably gentler than before. He was also more attentive

to my feelings. Soon, I reached my climax. My vagina tightly enveloped my husband's penis, and I began to

actively embrace his broad back, no longer bothered by his bad breath, and gently kissed him. The initial

disgust I felt for my husband gradually dissipated during this lovemaking.

I rediscovered the state of being a husband and wife that had been buried in my heart and body for many years. At this moment, the incestuous

mother was completely replaced by the virtuous wife.

Afterwards, as always, I gently nestled in my husband's arms, quietly listening to him pour out his feelings of separation. And

like any woman who had been separated from her husband for a long time, I began to chatter endlessly to my husband about all the family matters since he left, except for the secrets between myself and our

son .

In the evening, Yang Yang returned home and saw that I was wearing a completely different sundress than when he left, and my hair

was disheveled . The jealousy in his eyes was even stronger.

After dinner, he didn't talk much to us, making an excuse to study, and locked himself in his room and didn't

come out .

I knew that my son was jealous of his father, but I couldn't comfort him, so I could only suffer through the night.

The next day after work, before my husband got home, I comforted Yangyang and gently gave him

oral sex, which made him stop crying and start giving his father a nice look again.

My son also knew that my relationship with his father was actually very deep, and that he himself had deep feelings for his father.

It's just that after being involved in incest with me for so long, he really didn't want to share his mother with his father, another man. But he's

matured a lot since then, and his short-term turmoil was quickly washed away by the sexual

comfort and his own rationality. He no longer felt jealous about my normal marital sex life with his father.

It's almost the hottest time of the year.

It's 11:30 pm. My husband's snoring is deafening.

During this time, my husband hasn't gone on any business trips and has maintained a regular 9-to-6 work schedule. Because his work

hours are close to mine and he's not going on business trips, my affair with my son can only be carried out secretly behind his back.

These past few days, my husband has been very tired from work and likes to drink a little alcohol at night, so he always sleeps soundly until

dawn .

Because of work, my husband hasn't been intimate with me for two days. As a normal woman, I

felt a bit hungry for him.

I stood up, put on my slippers, and gently called out,

"Old Yang!"

My husband, snoring loudly, didn't respond. I gently shook him, but he remained unresponsive.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom and quietly locked the door. I went straight to my son's room and pushed the door open.

Because of the heat, my son was only wearing underwear, covered with a towel, and leaning against the headboard,

reading a book by the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Seeing me come in, my son looked up and gave me a knowing smile. He closed his book, threw off the towel,

got out of bed and walked to me. He closed the door for me and locked it from the inside.

"Mom!"

My son reached out and put his arm around my waist. His hot body, through my thin nightgown, ignited a

wild desire within me. He led me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

I whispered, putting my index finger to my lips.

Then I started taking off my clothes.

I was only wearing a sheer, apricot-yellow silk slip dress. It came off easily, and

since I wasn't wearing a bra, my full, white breasts glistened in the dim light of the lamp.

Ze.

I bent down, lifted one leg, and pulled off my last remaining white cotton underwear,

standing .

My son, equally adept, took off his underwear as well. His impatient little penis, already erect, pulled me tightly into

his arms !

"Mom! You're finally here! It's so late, I thought you weren't coming!"

My son's hot penis pressed tightly against my lower abdomen as he tenderly kissed me while complaining

.

I hugged my son's neck and responded to his kiss, saying,

"Silly boy, Mom is here! But we have to hurry, I don't know when your father will wake up,

Mom has to get back quickly, come on!"

As I spoke, I squatted down, used my right thumb, index finger, and middle finger to pull back his foreskin, and

skillfully pinched the base of his erect penis with three fingers, bringing my sexy little mouth to it and taking his penis head into

my mouth to begin oral sex.

My son sat on the bed with his legs stretched out, silently enjoying himself for a while, then gently pulled me up from between his legs

.

"Mom! I want to fuck you!"

This furtive atmosphere of making love made my son both repressed and excited. Without realizing it,

he started swearing at me, just like his father.

"Honestly! You child! Okay, lie down now!"

I grumbled, stroking his penis and urging him anxiously.

My son obediently lay down on the bed, his genitals erect and pointing skyward.

Originally, I only wanted to come and be intimate with my son, give him oral or footjob to comfort him

, and then quickly go back to avoid my husband finding out I wasn't there. But my son's request for sex was hard to refuse;

after all, I hadn't been intimate with him in a long time, and I was also very eager. I had no choice but to bite the bullet, climb onto the bed

, straddle him, grab his penis, position it correctly for my vulva, and gently sit down.

His penis gradually disappeared into my body. I looked down and clearly saw

the dark pubic hair between my legs intertwined tightly with my son's sparse pubic hair. I could feel his hard

penis trembling excitedly inside my vagina.

My son's premature ejaculation was completely cured.

He could handle this direct sexual position perfectly well long ago.

I smoothed the hair that fell in front of my eyes and began to twist my waist up and down, using my beautiful vulva

to stroke my son's penis.

"Ah...ah..."

I suppressed my excitement and let out a soft moan of pleasure.

There wasn't much foreplay either. My husband's thick penis had hurt my dry vagina the last time, but

this time, because of my tenderness for my son, I sucked his penis until it was covered in saliva while giving him oral sex.

My love juice had been flowing ever since my vagina touched my son's penis. This slippery

sexual sensation made me want to moan loudly!

My body moved up and down faster and faster, and the frequency of my beautiful vulva stroking my son's penis gradually

increased .

I changed from a kneeling position to squatting on my son, my white legs forming an M shape as I

vigorously moved up and down, attacking his penis with my genitals. His tender little cock

appeared and disappeared between my slippery, wet vagina.

"Mmm... mmm!"

My son sighed comfortably beneath me.

The rapid, intense movements of intercourse quickly left me drenched in sweat, but

the wonderful made me forget my fatigue, and I blindly increased the speed of our intercourse.

"Hold on, Mom! Faster. Ah...so slippery! This feels so wonderful!"

My son, getting into the swing of things, started to lose himself, reaching out to cup my

heaving kneading them and making happy sounds

. "Phew! Mom's tired!"

I finally ran out of energy and slowed down my stroking of my son's penis with my beautiful vagina. I knelt on top of him again,

slowly continuing to slide my vulva back and forth on his penis, while weakly lying in his arms, gently

licking his nipples.

"Ah. Mom, you're making me so itchy!"

my son said happily.

"You little rascal, you're so sensitive!"

Seeing my son's sensitive scream when I licked his nipples, I couldn't help but laugh, tidying

my loose hair as I spoke.

"Mom's tired, let's rest for a bit..."

"Okay, fine! You rest for a while, I'll fuck you!"

My son said, releasing his hand from my beautiful nipples, sliding it down my waist to my plump buttocks,

stroking them for a while, then lifting my buttocks and launching his sexual assault on his mother.

He moved his hips up and down beneath me, thrusting his little penis into

my vulva with each stroke. His slender, soft penis, its foreskin swirling, smoothly pumped in and out of my wet, plump vagina.

The foreskin moved back and forth, churning in the vaginal fluid, making rhythmic "squeak, squeak" sounds, showcasing the harmony of our

incestuous lovemaking.

"Great! Son, you're getting better and better at making Mom happy."

After resting on my son for a while and regaining some strength, I felt very comfortable being fucked by him, and began to continue

twisting my genitals to match his thrusting movements.

At this moment, my son and I rediscovered a passion we hadn't felt in days. The wonderful intercourse wasn't just about satisfying our

own lust; we were considerate of each other's feelings, each thrust and manipulation aimed only to

enhance each other's experience.

This! This was the perfect union of body and soul I had been searching for.

"I want my son's cock! I want everything from my son!"

My hair flew wildly, and I was drenched in sweat. My full breasts pressed tightly against my son's broad chest,

his . My vagina contracted rhythmically with his movements, my vulva gripping him tightly.i=78>My son's growing penis wouldn't leave my body. Only these two sentences kept repeating in my mind: I want everything my son has! At the moment of climax, I almost fainted.

"Ah! I can't hold back... Mom... I'm going to... cum... Mom, Mom!"

My son and I reached our climax together. As he ejaculated, he kept calling my name softly...

After cleaning up the mess,

I got dressed and prepared to leave. My son tugged at my sleeve, pleading,

"Can't you stay, Mom?"

"What do you think? Silly boy!"

I pulled off the sundress I'd just put on, kissed his forehead, hardened my heart, and drifted

away .

Back in my husband's bed, lying in bed listening to his snoring, thinking about

the sweetness of making love with my son, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. My uncooperative love juices, flowing with each lingering sensation, secretly leaked out,

wetting my underwear and staining the blanket covering my husband.

Lying on the bed, the son seemed to be having a wonderful erotic dream, completely absorbed. Only the lingering

scent of his mother's body in the room and the wet tissues on the floor, stained with his semen and his mother's love fluid, proved that his

illicit love with his mother, which transcended everything, had borne fruit after their perfect lovemaking...

"Sister Yan, I have two movie tickets here. Do you want to go with your husband?"

Wenwen happily waved two movie tickets in front of me.

"What movie?"

I asked while doing the accounts.

The bank was closed this afternoon for a city event, and only Wenwen and I were left

to check some accounts. We could go home as soon as we finished.

"I don't know, I just know it's an American movie,"

Wenwen said.

I took the movie tickets and saw that it was for 6 pm on Saturday.

"It's the weekend? Aren't you going?" Wenwen asked

, seeing no one else in the office. She smiled and made a playful face at me, saying,

"This is a gift from my little lover! He originally asked me to go to the movies this weekend and... well, you

know , but I have a better place to take him, so I'm giving it to you!"

These days, Wenwen and her little lover are inseparable. I didn't know whether to be happy for her or worried.

But seeing how happy she was, I really didn't want to spoil her fun. I thanked her and chatted with her for a while about her and

her lover's private conversations before going home.

"The weekend? I'm not going! Who goes to the movies when they finally have two days off?"

After dinner, my husband decisively refused when I mentioned going to the movies.

"But Wenwen kindly gave me the tickets, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't go?"

After so many years of marriage, my husband, who is completely unromantic, has never taken me to the movies once. I finally had this

opportunity, but I didn't expect him to still refuse.

"Why don't you just take our son? Kids these days love American movies."

My husband casually flipped through the newspaper.

"Son?"

This time, my husband hadn't gone on a business trip for a whole month, something that had never happened before. My son and I

were secretly having an affair, even more cautiously than Wenwen's extramarital affair.

Because my husband was home almost every day, my son and I had very little time alone. Each time, we would have a quick and easy time

before having to part ways without much conversation. I was worried about us being apart so much,

so going to the movies together would be a perfectly legitimate opportunity for my son and me to be alone.

I called my son over, explained the situation, and my incredibly smart son naturally understood. He

nodded in agreement in front of his father.

On Saturday afternoon, my son and I left the house that had confined us for so many days, leaving my husband alone to watch

TV.

After leaving the neighborhood, the mother and son, who had been walking one after the other, gradually started walking side by side.

My son had somehow managed to hold my hand tightly, our fingers intertwined, like a couple on a date, and

we boarded a bus together.

Today I wore a new black tulle dress. To please Yang Yang, who especially loves my beautiful legs, I

specially changed into black stockings and wore

high bun, secured with a hairpin, making the black dress and my refined appearance

complement each other perfectly.

My son, as always, wore jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers—the typical attire of a high school boy.

The bus wasn't crowded, but there were no seats. My son and I huddled in a corner, holding onto the handrails and

chatting quietly.

"Mom, do you remember when we rode the bus to school together, and I bumped my penis against

your butt because we were squeezed?"

my son whispered in my ear.

"You're so annoying!"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You brat! If you hadn't sexually harassed me that time, I wouldn't have been seduced into bed!

How dare you say that!"

I blushed and whispered in my son's ear, breathing on his earlobe as I scolded him shyly.

"I'm innocent! It was you who rubbed your butt against my penis, that's why I got hard! You're the one who should take responsibility,"

my son whispered, secretly pinching my butt through my skirt.

"Don't do that! We're on the train!"

I pushed my son's hand away and looked around. Luckily, we were in a secluded spot,

and the few people sitting around us were either dozing off or looking out the window; no one noticed what we were doing.

"What's wrong with touching him?"

my son said boldly, completely unconcerned.

"Since we're out having fun, don't worry so much. Nobody knows we're mother and son anyway. It's rare

to get away from Dad for a little while, so I'm going to be wild! Without Dad, who can tell us what to do? Right,

Mom? Today I want you to be my girlfriend! You'll do whatever I say!"

As he spoke, my son placed his hand on my round bottom again.

This time I didn't refuse, letting my son boldly touch my bottom through my skirt without saying anything more.i=77> At the next stop, many people got off, and only a few boarded, leaving many seats empty. The people in the back rows all got off, and my son and I sat side-by-side in the last row where there were no passengers. 　　After we sat down, my son brazenly placed his hand on my thigh, stroking my smooth black stockings greedily.

He stroked his mother's long, beautiful legs. After a while, he leaned close to my ear and whispered,

"Mom! Dare to take off your underwear in the car?"

"Ah!"

I was startled. I never expected my son to make such an indecent request in public.

Even if it was an incestuous mother-son relationship, I was still a woman with my own sense of shame. I had never even

thought about such a thing before.

"Don't talk nonsense! What do you take me for!"

I refused, blushing.

"Try it! I've always thought Mom is quite unrestrained in bed, but too dignified in public. I really

want to see how cute Mom looks when she's doing something lewd while maintaining her dignified appearance! Please,

Mom!"

My son pleaded, holding my hand.

"Ugh! What are you thinking about all day?"

My face burned. But I also felt that what my son said was indeed very exciting, and I hesitated.

"Please, Mom, please!"

My son was nothing like the man who drove me wild in bed; he had become

a spoiled child begging his mother.

Unable to resist his pleading and unable to suppress the nervous excitement of being so open in public

, I finally nodded, my face flushed.

After observing the situation and confirming that the passengers in front wouldn't see my seat, I leaned

forward , secretly slipping my hand under my skirt to grab the edge of my underwear. A sense of shame, inherent in women

, made me hesitate for a moment. Then, seeing my son's longing gaze and the heads moving around me,

a strange urge for sexual stimulation overcame my hesitation. I quickly lifted my buttocks, pulled down my underwear, and with a speed that barely was noticeable

, switched legs, pulling off my usual white cotton underwear and shoving it into my son's hand.

I straightened my disheveled skirt, sat back down, and then, pretending nothing had happened, turned to look out the window.

My son held my underwear, still warm from my body and smelling my fragrance, and secretly sniffed it, making

a blissful expression before casually stuffing it into his jeans pocket.

"Smells so good!"

he whispered mischievously in my ear.

"You pervert! Satisfied now? You little rascal!"

Not wearing underwear made me feel a bit chilly sitting on the chair, and the fabric of my skirt

made uncomfortable. I tugged at the skirt and glared at my son.

He tried to put his hand inside my skirt, but I refused.

"Let me touch it,"

he pleaded again.

"No way! You'll be so impatient!"

I teased him playfully, like a first love.

The train arrived at the station, and my son had no choice but to give up, taking my hand as we entered the movie theater.

Because it was dinnertime, the movie wasn't very crowded. The spacious theater was sparsely populated with only a dozen or so people, mostly couples. So, instead of sitting according to their tickets,

everyone, like my son and me, found seats away from the crowd. 　　The movie started, and the entire theater was pitch black. 　　My son had somehow wrapped his arms around my neck, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, like other couples, snuggling together to watch the film on the big screen. 　　The movie was good, but neither of us paid much attention. Our bodies, so close together, exuded an alluring scent, fueling our pent-up desires for each other. Our hands roamed restlessly over each other's bodies, our tongues occasionally entwining in passionate kisses. A couple not far from us, perhaps influenced by our interaction, could . 　　"Son, listen!" 　　I stopped our French kiss and made him listen to the couple's kissing sounds. 　　He listened for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, 　　"Learn from us!" 　　He then continued to rub his tongue against my lips, while boldly slipping his hand under my skirt, directly touching my private parts. 　　"You're so annoying!" 　　I've been using a cutesy tone with my son lately, always saying he's annoying, but every time he does something he dislikes, it actually pleases me immensely. 　　"You lied to Mommy by taking off your underwear so it would be easier to touch me, didn't you? You naughty boy!" 　　I whispered, gently biting the tip of his tongue. 　　"Hehe!" 　　My son chuckled smugly, starting to use his middle finger to search for the entrance along my slippery labia. 　　"Ouch!" 　　My son's finger smoothly slipped into my vulva, gradually penetrating deeper into my vagina. I felt a slight pain and couldn't help but let out a soft cry. 　　"Does it hurt, Mommy?" 　　My son noticed my discomfort but didn't want to pull his hand out of his mother's warm, moist love hole, so he just asked in a low voice. 　　"Be gentle, yes... just like that, don't be so rough, your nails will hurt me. Okay... be gentle. " 　　I held my son's hand, which was stroking my vulva, and whispered instructions for him to find my sensitive G-spot. I taught him to rub my erect clitoris with his thumb while gently stroking inside my vagina with his middle finger . 　　I felt incredibly good from my son's touch, and casually unbuckled his belt, pulling his penis out of his jeans . 　　In the dark movie theater, most couples were engaged in intimate acts. My son and I were masturbating each other, and no one else noticed. 　　"Good boy, keep going... yes, right there, Mommy wants more, more, harder!" 　　I whispered through gritted teeth, my voice pleading as my son's caresses brought me to the brink of orgasm. The penis I was stroking was getting hotter and hotter. 　　It's coming...i=81> I came!!! 　　As my son's hands caressed my flower-like, tender vulva faster and faster, my vagina...

A large gush of liquid gushed from my vagina, and in an instant, this hot tide spurted

out from my vulva along with my son's constantly stimulating fingers. My slippery vagina made squelching sounds from his stimulation, attracting the attention of

a couple who couldn't help but glance in our direction.

I no longer cared whether others would discover my shameful state; the wonderful sexual pleasure brought on by the

unstoppable squirting continued. My head rested on my son's shoulder, my gaze vacant, my expression blank,

as if I were in a trance. The hem of my skirt was already soaked, and the vaginal fluid flowed down my beautiful legs clad in black stockings to my feet,

staining sexy stockings. Not only that, the leather back of the chair in front of me was also soaked

, with drops of love fluid dripping down the back of the chair.

My son was also extremely surprised by my sudden and intense squirting.

He pulled his hand out of my vagina, ignoring how wet it was, and hugged my shoulders tightly, whispering,

"

Mommy! Mommy! What's wrong? Are you alright?"

It took a long time before I felt my soul return to my body. My whole body was weak and sore, the ecstasy more intense than any orgasm

I'd ever experienced made me feel like a lump of mud. The stimulating pleasure was like a drug, seemingly capable of killing me

, yet I couldn't stop.

"Mommy thought I was dead!"

I let out a long breath and whispered.

I wasn't joking at all.

"I felt like I was flying. Really! Yangyang, Mommy has never been so happy!"

I gently rubbed my face against my son's shoulder, clinging to him like a little bird.

"You scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you! But, you sprayed so much water, like you were peeing,

it was really scary!"

I blushed and continued to play with my son's bare penis. At that moment, I considered my son my true

man .

"Want Mommy to help you with my mouth?"

After playing with his penis for a while, he was probably really scared by my squirting.

He was already on the verge of ejaculation, but he gradually went soft. After resting for a while, I suggested to my son.

My son looked around and agreed.

I bent down, skillfully peeled back my son's foreskin, and began to give him oral sex. This annoying foreskin always

takes me a lot of effort, but that's why I especially like my son's completely different innocence compared to his father. I believe that with me,

his loving and caring mother, my son will definitely shed his foreskin and become a real man in the near future!

Soon, with the help of my tongue and lips, my son ejaculated again.

With my mouth full of my son's semen, I looked up at my son and gave him a flirty wink, swallowing

the essence . Swallowing my beloved son's semen in front of everyone gave me a strange kind of excitement.

Just as I zipped up my son's jeans, the movie on the screen ended. All the fluorescent lights in the theater came on, and

the audience began to leave.

Just as I wiped the grime from my mouth and walked arm in arm with my son out of the theater,

I overheard a couple behind me talking .

"That woman in the black dress over there, that's the couple who were not far from us. Look, the woman seems

much older than the boy!"

"Yeah! They were just..."

Hearing them talking about my son and me, I felt both ashamed and anxious, but I still

clearly .

"That woman in the black dress is pretty, but she looks like she's over 30, right?"

"Exactly! That boy is probably still in high school. How messed up society is these days!"

"Stop talking, don't let them hear! What should we get to eat later?"

Hearing their comments, my heart, which had just been filled with tenderness and affection for my son, felt like it had been doused

with cold water. My son turned to yell at the gossipy couple, but I pulled him back, preventing him from

exploding. I quickly took his hand and we hurried out of the movie theater.

The streetlights were just coming on; it was already dark.

My son and I walked hand-in-hand down the bustling street, heads bowed, the

bold arrogance we had when we first left home—the kind that disregarded societal opinion as long as our husbands didn't send messages.

We were surrounded by strange looks from passersby, a stark contrast to our age. I suddenly

felt incredibly dejected. Although I still possessed some charm, I was past my prime. Even without my husband's

constraints, my son and I couldn't openly declare ourselves an enviable couple like other lovers

. This was heartbreaking for a woman like me who strives for perfection.

My son remained silent.

He had heard the couple's conversation clearly; perhaps he too was considering the future of his relationship with his mother

. My naive son, too, hoped to be envied by others after possessing his beautiful mother.

Leaving aside the unspeakable privacy of incest, the vast age gap between my mother and me meant we wouldn't be

socially , leaving no outlet for my pride in possessing my beautiful mother.

My son and I walked aimlessly, each lost in our own thoughts, remaining silent

.

Suddenly, a car roared past like a gust of wind, the gust of wind

whipping up my thin skirt. Instinctively, I realized I wasn't wearing underwear and quickly pulled my son's hand away

to

press down the fluttering hem. My son, like a loving lover, immediately shielded me with his body, gently covering my bare bottom with his hands.

His warm hands, devoid of their usual lust for a woman's body, pressed tightly against my white

bottom, covering my shame. His warm palms conveyed respect for me, his mother, and

boundless love for the woman who had given him everything.

I pulled my skirt up, but instead of pushing away my son's hand that was pressed against my bottom, I put my own hand behind my back and

pressed it tightly against the back of his hand. Let our hearts, mother and son, be firmly bound together by the closeness of our bodies!

In that instant, I suddenly wanted to announce to the whole world that I was going to be my son's woman! I

didn't care !

Under a bright streetlamp, we stopped. I pulled my son and began to kiss him passionately.

"Baby! Do you love Mommy?" I asked my son, gazing into his melancholy eyes.

"Yes! Of course I love you!"

he answered resolutely.

"Really?"

I pressed.

I lifted his handsome face to examine him closely—what a dashing young man!

The happiness was so close, but I still wanted him to tell me the truth!

"I, Yang Yang, swear to love my mother, Wang Yan, for the rest of my life! I will never let her down. I will be the man she can

rely on !"

my son suddenly declared solemnly.

"That's enough! Darling! Mommy also wants to be the most important woman in your life!"

Under the lamplight, our reflections were intertwined, inseparable.

Epilogue:

"Yang Yang, what time is it? Get up! Hurry up! You'll be late!"

I placed the soy milk and fried dough sticks I'd just bought on the dining table, knocked on my son's bedroom door, and urged him to

get up .

Then I went back to the bedroom to wake my sleeping husband.

"Old Yang, you should get up too! You have to catch the train for a business trip soon! Get up quickly!"

My name is Wang Yan, I'm 40 years old, and I'm an ordinary bank employee. This morning was just like any other.

Because I'm destined to be busy for two important men in my life, and I'm used to this busyness. Because they

are my everything!

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