【The Story of Beautiful Mom Wang Yan】(13)

Because I care about my son's health and don't want to interfere with his studies, even though our

ambiguous sexual games have become quite enjoyable, I still consciously try to control the frequency of our

sexual encounters.

Initially, I hoped our daily sexual contact wouldn't exceed two hours. I felt

that too much time would lead to my son becoming overindulgent and unable to control himself, while too little time

wouldn't satisfy my own cravings. So, after some calculations, I felt two hours was just

right.

However, the harsh reality of my son's premature ejaculation made me impatient, and I secretly

increased the limit to three times a day. Even then, he often couldn't last more than 25 minutes, including foreplay. To prevent

his health from being compromised by premature ejaculation, which could seriously affect his physical health and studies, I

even reducing our sexual contact to once a day.

After this relatively enjoyable leg-to-leg sex session with my son, I realized that his health was

better I expected, and this unusual form of sex felt both fresh and exciting. My husband, though

sexually active and capable, always laughs off unusual sexual practices.

Being naturally he doesn't consider sex other than genital intercourse to be true intercourse, so

we've hardly tried anything different in all our years of marriage. The only other sexual activity he enjoys is oral sex during foreplay

, but the thought of his large, smelly, black penis erect against my beautiful

face makes me want to vomit.

In contrast, my son's youthful, vibrant penis always captivates me.

After dinner, my willpower was weak, and I initially wanted to refuse my son's advances, wanting him to focus on his studies, which he had neglected these past

few days because of his distracted thinking. However, I couldn't resist his persistent pleading and finally agreed

, putting on a new pair of pantyhose and pursuing our dreams together once again.

My son was captivated by his mother's alluring legs in the stockings, while I, as the mother, experienced almost no physical sexual pleasure in this novel

sexual experience.

Instead, I was more captivated by my son's infatuated devotion, feeling that my beauty had conquered not just my son, but all

the handsome young men I had ever fantasized about.

With a blissful heart, I enthusiastically

began to perform footjob on his aroused penis, using my small feet clad in flesh-colored stockings.

In the brightly lit bedroom, my naked son leaned against the headboard, half-lying, facing his beautiful mother, who was only wearing

flesh-colored stockings. His playful hands pinched and twisted his mother's brown nipples

. The mother, shyly and tenderly, gently caressed her son's burning red penis with her sexy, silk-stockinged feet.

Under such tender care, how could her son bear to ejaculate prematurely again?

After a moment of self-satisfaction, my temper returned to its usual

gentleness . There were no more arguments at work.

These past few days, Wenwen had been confiding in me without reservation about her private sexual affairs with the young man she was having an affair with

. And, filled with affection for my son, I was willing to listen to these topics that usually made me shy,

sharing the different feelings of two cheating wives.

Her young lover was about the same age as my son, but their performance in bed was completely different.

Although Wenwen's husband had a serious hidden illness, she had been a mother for many years and was

about . But once in bed, Wenwen, who hadn't expected much from him being a virgin,

experienced multiple orgasms and immense pleasure after just one round. Since that affair at the hotel, Wenwen

has been calling her husband every few days, lying that she has to work overtime, and then secretly meeting with her lover. Each time, they'd be up all

night reluctantly returning home.

Wenwen specifically asked me to cover for her, to help her cover up her lie about working overtime because of her affair. Because of this, I've been questioned by her husband

every few days , and I've had to pretend to be working overtime with her several times to cover for her.

While she's lying to other people's husbands, my own husband also calls every few days;

he called this morning.

Usually, when he's away on business, my son and I call him, reminding him to be careful and take care of himself.

Lately, because I've fallen for my son, I feel guilty towards my husband. I don't dare call him too often, afraid of hearing his rough

voice and feeling guilty. But I still have to answer his calls. I can only feign concern and ask how he is.

I don't remember the specifics of what we talked about, only that he said the project was progressing well and he might be able to come home early.

On one hand, I felt neglected by my husband, while on the other hand, I found myself increasingly dependent on my son. He remained

as enthusiastic as ever about my legs in stockings; foot fetishes and leg fetishes seemed like a daily ritual.

Today, when I got home, I had just taken off my high heels and was bending over to tidy the shoe cabinet when my son

rushed over impatiently. Without a word, he lifted my skirt, pulled his penis out of his jeans, and

began while rubbing his penis against my buttocks through the flesh-colored stockings

with the other. He kept saying,

"Mom, you're finally back! Come here, I missed you so much!"

I reached back and squeezed his aroused penis. I smiled sweetly, turned, and gave him a deep kiss.

After the kiss, I casually stroked the foreskin on his penis, muttering a soft complaint.

"Look how impatient you are! Wait a minute, Mom has something to tell you!"

The son, holding his penis, sat down on the chair in the hallway, stroking his now-soft penis a couple of times, and

asked , "What's wrong?"

"Your dad called today. He asked about your injury. If he hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten that

you've been recovering very well recently. Your dad and I have decided to let you go back to school next week."

Indeed, these days, my son and I had gone from fantasy to the reality of incest, from ecstasy to disappointment to

pleasure . This series of twists and turns had made me almost forget that my son was the hope of my husband and me, and his important task was to get into

university.

"Huh?"

The son let out a disappointed "ah," and his naked genitals drooped listlessly.

"The doctor said to rest for a while, and gave me two weeks' leave. Later, they gave me another one, and I finally got some rest...

Four weeks already?"

My son realized that he had unknowingly spent so much time enjoying his time alone. Going to university

wasn't just pressure from his parents; it was also his life goal. He had unknowingly wasted so much time, and now, as if

waking from a dream he felt he really should go back to school.

"So... Mom! After I go back to school, can I... can I still be intimate with you?"

my son stammered.

I squatted down, watching with interest as my son's penis shrank into a ball

, looking like a chubby little mouse from the sudden shock, and gently stroked his scrotum. I smiled and replied,

"Of course! Mom has said more than once that Mom belongs to you, you are Mom's little lover. Would

Mom abandon you just because you're going to school? Silly boy, if you study hard and improve your grades, Mom

might even give you an extra reward!"

As I spoke, I lifted my son's little mouse between his legs and kissed his penis with my red lips.

My son's performance in sex is worlds apart from his father's.

My husband is not only less gentle and shy than my son, but

he also never showers after returning from business trips and immediately demands sex. The stench from his penis always sends shivers down my spine.

Since we started having sex, my son always

cleans his genitals beforehand, knowing I'll be home soon. Sometimes he even takes a shower beforehand. His penis only smells faintly of soap and

has that deep, intoxicating masculine scent.

Since I learned that leg and foot play makes my son happier, and that my previous direct, desperate attempts at sex

only led to premature ejaculation, I haven't kissed his genitals so directly in a long time.

"Really?"

My son only slightly twisted his body when I kissed his penis. His reaction was noticeably less

intense than before. Perhaps it's because I kissed his glans through his foreskin, making it less sensitive.

"Alright! I'll listen to you and go to school next week!"

my son whispered, stroking my dark hair that had fallen onto his legs as I lay on his crotch.

At that moment, I was kneeling between his legs, unable to resist licking his penis with my slippery tongue.

The closer I got to his genitals, the more I was captivated by the scent of soap mingled with his body.

"Mmm! Good boy! So obedient. Let Mom reward you!"

I murmured, continuing to lick his penis with adoration.

"Aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid I'll ejaculate prematurely again?"

my son asked softly, stroking my earlobe.

"Yes! But...Mommy loves your little penis so much. Mommy has to eat it! So it won't

be naughty anymore, won't bully Mommy anymore!"

I joked with my son, half-jokingly, as I took his glans into my mouth and gently

tugged .

My son winced in pain

, "Be gentle, Mom! It hurts!"

At that moment, I had already pulled back his annoying foreskin below the coronal sulcus, and I had his penis in my mouth,

savoring the pleasurable aroma with my tongue.

My delicate taste buds brushed against the sensitive, pink glans, and warm saliva trickled down his penis to the inside of his legs.

My son sat stiffly in the chair, letting me perform oral sex on him. Although it wasn't the first time he had experienced the ultimate pleasure

from his mother's sensual tongue, this time it was different. This time, he seemed

nervous but enjoying it. Although he remained tense and silent, he didn't ejaculate like before after just a few licks,

leaving me with a mess of saliva. Instead, no matter how I sucked and teased him, he remained

erect and firm.

It seemed that the recent foot fetishes with my son had had some positive effects. He was no longer as inexperienced

, nervous, .

I was secretly pleased. The intensity and frequency of my oral sex on him increased.

My son persisted for a while, then suddenly bent over, cupped my beautiful face in his hands, and

kissed me affectionately. Then, with a raised eyebrow and a shameless grin, he said

, "Mommy, wait a minute, I want to drink your milk!"

I straightened up, returning his kiss while playfully tapping his forehead with my finger, blushing, and said,

"How shameless! You're so old and still want to drink Mommy's milk! No way!"

Although I said no, I hurriedly undressed, unbuttoning my shirt completely.

Without even unhooking my bra, I hastily rolled up the top edge of my thin, flesh-colored lace bra

and placed it under my breasts, presenting my large, soft breasts nakedly to my son,

yearning for his caresses.

My son cupped my breasts, which had sagged slightly from leaning forward, and vigorously kneaded them, sending a shiver of

pleasure through me. Then he brought his mouth to my left nipple, his playful tongue

boldly licking it greedily.

It was the same reaction he had when my tongue stimulated his tender glans during oral sex. Being licked by my

son fiery tongue—my

sensitive nipple, touched by no one but my husband and my breastfeeding son—sent a shiver through me.

The thought that after more than a decade, my son was caressing my breasts

again me with a mixture of shame and excitement, almost making me lose myself.

"Mmm! So good! Mommy wants more!"

I cupped my other breast, rubbing my trembling, sexy brown nipple against my son's flushed

face , eagerly craving his continued caresses.

"Mmm!"

my son whispered in response. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently licking it first, then, like a child

, he took it in and began to suckle greedily.

"Ah! So good! More! More!"

I brushed aside my long, loose hair, watching my son greedily sucking on my nipple, and a burning

desire raged within me.After a while, my son finally spat out my nipple, which he had been holding in his mouth and which was covered in saliva and teeth marks, and used his thumb...

He pinched my wet nipple with his index finger and squeezed it hard, then blushed and said,

"Mommy! Can I... try using your breasts?"

My son's shyness is very similar to mine, but shy as he is, his desire for novelty and excitement is also

inherited from me.

"My good son, didn't Mommy say that in sex, there's nothing Mommy

won't ! Come on, baby, is this how it is?"

I said, kneeling between my son's legs, pressing myself tightly against him, and lifting my heavy breasts to try to

clamp his restless penis between my breasts.

"Yes! Just like that! So warm! So soft!"

My son tilted his head back again, savoring the fleshy feel of his mother's beautiful breasts with his penis.

"Ugh, I hate it! Mommy's never done this with your daddy before! But this feeling, hehe, it's kind of fun!"

I complained as I performed a breastjob on my son, watching his foreskin flip up

and down and his glans appear and disappear as it was firmly held between my ample breasts. A sense of amusement filled me.

I held his penis, its foreskin rolled back, and

lubricated . Then I brought my right nipple closer, letting our two most delicate genitals touch intimately

. My son's excited lower body thrust back and forth, as if he were having intercourse, his glans slamming hard against my nipple.

My beautiful, dark brown nipple was deeply penetrated by my son's pink, hard, and hot glans into my wide areola

. Then, half of my son's short penis was completely submerged on my full, soft breasts. Each time my son's

penis attacked my breasts, it stirred up waves of milky ripples, a scene that was incredibly erotic and breathtaking.

After playing with my son's penis with my breasts for a while, I put his little darling between my breasts again.

This time, while moving my upper body up and down, I bent down and took his glans into my mouth. My

son, who should have ejaculated prematurely, still didn't ejaculate despite my double service of breast play and oral sex.

On the contrary I was panting heavily, my underwear already soaked with excitement from the lewd things I had done for my son

.

I grabbed my son's feet, which were wearing slippers, and helped him take them off. I pulled his feet under my skirt and pressed them

against my genitals. My son understood and used his big toes to nudge my

vulva through my wet stockings and underwear.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Mom!! I'm going to cum!"

My son desperately pressed my head down, trying to get away from my breasts and mouth. He didn't want to

involuntarily .

Although I was somewhat reluctant, I complied with his wishes, spitting out his wet penis that I had been sucking.

I smiled, about to say something, when scalding hot semen spurted from my son's urethra, spraying

all over my face, hair, and breasts.

I dabbed some semen on my face with my hand and licked it shyly. I found myself increasingly

captivated by the unique taste of my son's semen. Then, smiling, I stood up and looked for tissues to wipe the filth off my body.

"Ouch...!"

My son leaned back in his chair and let out a weak sigh. Then, excitedly, he said,

"Mom! Don't you think I'm getting better and better?"

I wiped the sticky white liquid off my breasts with a tissue, then turned to him and smiled,

"You really are amazing! At this rate, I think you'll recover soon. But you little rascal,

look at you, you always make Mom so disheveled. Tell me, how should Mom punish you!"

My son hugged my waist, stood up, and kissed my pouting lips, which I was pretending to be angry. He said mischievously,

"Then how about punishing me to serve Mom well all night tonight, Mother?"

"Get lost! After dinner, you'll copy English words 100 times!"

I pushed my son away and said with a laugh.

"Okay, let's get serious. Your dad called and said the project might be finished ahead of schedule. If he comes

back remember to keep it a secret. Don't let your dad know about this, understand?"

"Ah! Dad's coming back early? Why did you bring back only bad news today! My

dear Mom !" My

son was shocked to hear that his father was coming back.

"Don't worry, your dad will be just as busy with work when he gets back. We'll have plenty of time to spend together. But I'm

really afraid you might give yourself away if you see your dad!"

"Don't worry about that. Actually, I have a lot of secrets you don't know. I'm very good at hiding them. But

Mom , you have to remember your promise. If you leave me lonely for too long, I can't guarantee I won't

do something inappropriate in front of Dad, like... like this!"

As he spoke, my son suddenly pinched my thigh, which was covered in stockings, hard, and then hurriedly ran into his

room. I was both ashamed and angry, and chased after him to his door, yelling at him.

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