[Urban] Urban Chronicles (Complete) - 31-33

8. From then on, our incestuous world

consisted of three women, except for the younger sister, who hadn't yet joined our ranks. The younger sister had always seemed a bit underdeveloped; not only was she petite, but her figure wasn't particularly impressive either. She was almost graduating high school, and her chest hadn't grown much, and her hips needed some work. However, her face was quite pretty—delicate features, long black hair, a small nose, and slightly upturned lips—a face that everyone loved. Perhaps because she looked like a little girl, she left me with no room for imagination, no sexual fantasies or urges, so I never considered involving her. But after spending time with the two mature women, I started to have some fantasies about the younger sister's slender figure.

The problem was, the younger sister had never had sexual experience (I think so), so how could I get her involved in this incestuous relationship?

Of course, I didn't dare discuss this with my mother, because incest was wrong for her. She already felt guilty for having sex with her son for her own needs, let alone dragging her youngest daughter into it. But my sister was different. Perhaps she shared my incestuous tendencies, because as soon as she heard my idea, she immediately agreed wholeheartedly, looking quite sympathetic, even more enthusiastic than I was. But enthusiasm alone wasn't enough; the key was how to hook my younger sister.

Forcing her wouldn't work, of course; she probably had the strongest and most stubborn temper in the whole family. Forcing her would likely make her hate me forever, and I didn't know how to approach her gently. My sister and I thought about it for a long time and even simulated some scenarios, but none of them seemed feasible. Finally, we decided that actions speak louder than words, so we deliberately let her accidentally witness my incestuous relationship with my sister, hoping it would arouse her.

But I couldn't wait. I had no feelings for my younger sister before, but once I started having sexual fantasies about her, the urge to have sex with her became overwhelming and uncontrollable. My mind was filled with fantasies of my penis thrusting wildly inside her. I realized I really couldn't wait any longer; I had to find a way to resolve this before I couldn't bear to rape her. So I told my sister about my feelings.

My sister's first reaction upon hearing this was to give me a huge flick on the forehead, which made me run away in pain, my head spinning. She said, "How could I possibly rape my little sister with that skinny figure? She looks like a middle school girl, no breasts, no butt." I kept begging my sister for help, pleading and cajoling, using every flattering trick in the book. For several days in a row, I used all my strength to bring her to climax, and finally, she agreed. The only condition was that I couldn't force her, and there couldn't be any violence that would harm my little sister.

But how to do that was a real headache, but we still came up with an idea.

It was actually quite simple: just knock her out, right? So my sister and I started collecting sleeping pills. A few days later, we had them, and I began to gradually implement my plan.

First, my sister made an excuse to sleep with my little sister. My little sister, of course, didn't suspect anything; sisters sleeping in the same bed is very common. Before bed, my older sister gave my younger sister water laced with sleeping pills. After she fell asleep, she opened the door and let me in. As soon as I entered, I saw my younger sister lying on the bed in her pajamas, seemingly fast asleep. My sister stood beside her, smiling, and said we could begin. This made me feel a little awkward, but seeing my younger sister on the bed, my penis started to stir. So, ignoring my sister watching, I took off my own clothes and climbed onto the bed.

Although my younger sister was fast asleep, I was still a little scared. So I asked my sister to test her first to make sure she was truly asleep. I asked my sister to help me take off her pajamas while I hid to the side. My sister laughed at my cowardice, but I didn't care; as long as I could do it, I didn't care if my younger sister laughed at me.

My sister climbed onto the bed, knelt beside my younger sister, and gently unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time. Even after they were all undone, my younger sister remained unconscious. I was relieved, and my sister smiled and said it was okay now. So I got on the bed, knelt down on the other side of my younger sister, and sat opposite my sister across from her. I kissed my sister first as a thank you, and then started to open my younger sister's pajamas, which were already fully unbuttoned. I felt so excited, a thrill of stealing. Underneath, she was only wearing a pair of panties, no bra. My younger sister's snow-white breasts had two slightly protruding breasts with two small pink nipples, which looked very sexy and made me want to put them in my mouth. I looked up at my sister, and she seemed to be fascinated by my younger sister's breasts as well.

I reached out and gently stroked my younger sister's small breasts, which felt so smooth and delicate. My sister also reached out and caressed my younger sister's other breast. At this time, my younger sister was still not moving. Looking at my younger sister sleeping soundly, I couldn't help but kiss my younger sister's slightly upturned lips, using my tongue to pry open her teeth and swirling my tongue inside her mouth. At this moment, my sister started kissing my way up from my younger sister's nipples. I gave my sister my younger sister's lips because my penis was already rock hard. I gently pulled down my younger sister's panties, and suddenly my eyes lit up. My younger sister's genitals only had a few sparse pubic hairs on her mons pubis. Her vulva was completely clean, and her pink labia were tightly closed, leaving only a thin slit—it was incredibly beautiful.

I quickly took off my clothes, moistened my saliva, and applied it to my penis and the opening of my younger sister's vagina. Kneeling between my younger sister's legs, I aimed my penis at her vagina and slowly inserted it. At this moment, my sister stopped kissing and caressing my younger sister and began to watch my penis enter her vagina. My

younger sister's tender vagina, being inexperienced, was really tight. My penis encountered resistance after only a short distance. I pulled out and tried again, but I still couldn't fully penetrate. Since I had agreed with my sister not to use force, I didn't dare to force it in. Seeing me struggling, my sister asked what was wrong. I said I couldn't get it in; it must be hitting my hymen. She said it might not be lubricated enough and told me to pull my penis out and suck it, making sure it was coated with saliva.

My sister took my penis in her mouth, covering it completely with saliva. Then she licked my younger sister's vulva, also getting it coated with saliva. Watching my sister lick my younger sister was truly arousing; she didn't just stick to the vulva, but extended her entire vulva from her mons pubis, clitoris, labia majora and minora, even her tongue was inside. It made my mouth dry and my desire burning.

It seemed my sister was even more interested in my younger sister's body than I was; she looked very thirsty from the beginning of kissing and caressing her. Seeing my sister like this, I thought we should all do it together, so I took off my sister's pajamas. It turned out she wasn't wearing anything underneath; it seemed she had ulterior motives. The older sister was licking her younger sister's vulva, her hands not idle either, caressing her breasts and thighs, looking quite ecstatic.

Since the older sister was playing with the younger sister's vulva, I couldn't neglect my penis, so I moved to another spot, kneeling beside the younger sister's mouth, and trying to shove my hard penis into her small mouth. The younger sister's vagina was small, and her mouth was small too; it took a long time to fit the head of my penis in, making me incredibly impatient. I thought to myself, "Just push it in hard; it's not like she's a virgin, it shouldn't cause any problems." So I thrust my hips forward, forcing my penis in quite a bit. Seeing the younger sister's mouth stretched wide, holding half of my penis, really excited me. I held the younger sister's head and started thrusting, pumping in and out of her mouth, feeling just as good as fucking her vagina, it was incredibly satisfying.

The older sister, who had been licking her vagina, stopped licking it because I was fucking the younger sister's mouth. I looked at the older sister with pride, while my penis continued to fuck the younger sister's small mouth. After a while, I wanted to try again to see if I could successfully penetrate my little sister's vagina. I pulled my penis out of her mouth, moved it between her legs, spread her legs as wide as possible, and aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, pushing in harder this time. After a few thrusts, I started to make progress; the glans went in, and my penis slowly slid in as well. Although there was still some resistance, I kept pushing until it was fully inside. It

was so tight! My little sister's vagina was amazing; it gripped me so tightly that I felt like my soul was about to fly away. It felt much tighter than my mother's and sister's vaginas, even more comfortable than penetrating my sister's anus. After it was fully inside, I started thrusting. Oh my god, the feeling of thrusting while being tightly enveloped by her vaginal muscles was so wonderful. The intense pleasure of my penis rubbing against her vaginal muscles, combined with watching my penis going in and out of my little sister's hairless, clean, pink, tender vagina, sent waves of pleasure through my brain, making my heart race and making me almost breathless.

I started thrusting faster, pulling out completely with each stroke and then plunging back in forcefully. My little sister's body swayed with my thrusts, her small breasts bobbing back and forth like waves. After a few minutes of this rapid thrusting, the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and finally, under my sister's watchful gaze, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen deep into my little sister's vagina.

After ejaculating, I felt completely exhausted; it felt so good. I lay on top of my sister, hugging her tightly and kissing her lips passionately, while my sister lay beside me watching. She asked how I felt, and I replied that it felt amazing. She said, "If you feel amazing, what about her?" I was taken aback. What about her? But then I realized she was also itchy and needed a penis too. But I had just ejaculated; I needed some time to get hard again. So I thought, since my sister was also interested in my younger sister's body, I might as well encourage her to have sex with her. I wanted to see how two women would play.

I told my sister, "You can have my younger sister; I'll just watch." My sister blushed and said, "How can we play when we're both women?" I said, "Didn't you just play with my younger sister's body? Just play like that; I'm not hard yet anyway." My sister hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

I rolled off my younger sister and handed her to my older sister. My sister pressed down on my younger sister, holding her head tightly and kissing her passionately. Her breasts pressed against my younger sister's nipples, and her lower body rubbed against my younger sister's vulva. My sister's lips kissed my younger sister's face, ears, and neck, and finally she forced my younger sister's mouth open and stuck her tongue in to kiss her. This was even more passionate and exciting than when we had sex, and even her moans were particularly obscene.

The sight made my mouth dry again, and my penis was rock hard. My sister rubbed faster and faster, and I started masturbating beside her. My sister's moans grew louder and louder. I was afraid of disturbing my parents, but it was so exciting that I didn't care and continued masturbating. Amidst the moans, my sister finally climaxed. My sister still held my younger sister tightly, her body twitching slightly, and she was breathing softly, as if enjoying the pleasure after the orgasm.

But I couldn't take it anymore; my penis was so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I pulled my sister off my younger sister, spread her legs, and thrust my hard penis inside her again. This time it felt much smoother, going all the way in. I started thrusting and pumping wildly, fucking my younger sister with big, rhythmic strokes. I thrust at my fastest speed, and within minutes I was ejaculating deep inside her again.

Because it was a holiday the next day, and I'd had two wild nights, I slept until almost noon. When I woke up, my mind was clearer, and I thought about what had happened last night, feeling very uneasy. My inexperienced younger sister had been fucked twice; she would definitely notice when she woke up this morning. After washing up, I went to the living room, but it was empty. Normally, everyone should be in the living room preparing for lunch on a holiday. Had something really happened? I started to feel nervous. I went to my parents' room, but it was empty. I went to my sister's room, but it was empty too. Only my younger sister's room was left, but I felt guilty. What if my sister already knew I had raped her last night? How could I face her then? But I still decided to check on my sister's room; what's meant to happen will happen. I went to my sister's room, but the door was closed. I knocked, and after a while, the door opened. It wasn't my sister who answered, but my older sister.

I was puzzled. My parents weren't home, and my older sister was in my younger sister's room. What was going on? Just as I was about to ask, my older sister pointed towards the living room and told me to go there. Once in the living room, my older sister pulled me to sit down and said that my younger sister had woken up that morning with pain in her genitals and was suspicious. However, my parents were out, and she was comforting her. I asked how she was comforting her, and whether my younger sister knew I had slept with her. My older sister smiled and told me not to worry, that she would handle it. I told my older sister that I would take responsibility for what I had done, and that I wanted to make things clear to my younger sister; I had no complaints, no questions asked. But my older sister insisted that she handle it, and that my actions would only complicate matters. My older sister told me to make myself lunch, and then she turned and went back to my younger sister's room.

I had no appetite for lunch. I sat alone in the living room, my heart pounding with anxiety, constantly wondering what my older sister had said to my younger sister. I don't know how long I sat there, but I couldn't sit still any longer. So I quietly went to my younger sister's bedroom door to listen for any sounds, but I couldn't hear anything. I decided to open the door a crack and peek inside. What I saw shocked me. My older and younger sisters were naked on the bed, touching each other.

I was puzzled. What was going on? Why were they getting so intimate? I watched on. Their movements became more and more intense, even kissing. But it seemed the older sister was initiating the kiss, while the younger sister seemed completely passive. This scene was like a replay of last night's events. Then the older sister pressed down on the younger sister and began to rub against her. The initially passive younger sister started to get excited and began to kiss her older sister, wrapping her arms around her waist and even caressing her buttocks. What a scene! It made my dormant penis stand erect again. My eyes were on the screen, but my hands weren't idle either. I pulled down my shorts and underwear, took out my penis, and started masturbating.

The two of us rubbed together faster and faster, our movements becoming increasingly intense. A few minutes later, my sister climaxed, collapsing limply onto my younger sister, whose movements also paused when my sister stopped. My penis, however, was rock hard, not slowing down even as their movements ceased, but instead, I masturbated even harder. Standing at the door, rapidly masturbating, I didn't expect it to be so pleasurable that my legs gave way, and I accidentally fell.

How embarrassing! If I had fallen backward, it wouldn't have been so bad, but I fell forward, smashing the door open and tumbling into the room. My sister and younger sister, who had been cuddling in bed, were terrified by this sudden sight. I sat naked on the floor, my rock-hard penis standing right in front of them, so embarrassed that I froze, not even knowing whether to quickly cover it up. My sister was startled at first, but calmed down after seeing it was me. The most pitiful one was the younger sister. She was naked while making love with her older sister when her brother burst in, his bare buttocks exposed and his penis erect.

The younger sister, ashamed, burrowed into her sister's arms, while the older sister remained calm and collected, even wearing a gloating smile, which infuriated me. The younger sister, not knowing what to do, nestled in her sister's arms, too afraid to move. The older sister patted her shoulder, saying it was okay, her brother wasn't a stranger. Since they'd already been seen, there was no harm done, so they might as well be open about it. The younger sister didn't seem to hear her, remaining motionless. The older sister pulled a blanket over her and then beckoned me to sit on the bed. I quickly got up, put on my pants, and sat on the bed.

The older sister pushed the younger sister away from her arms, making her sit up, but still covered by the blanket. Although the younger sister sat up, her head was lowered, not daring to look at me. Then the older sister spoke. My sister asked me how long I'd been peeping outside the door. I said about ten minutes. She said I'd seen almost the whole time, but I wasn't sure if I'd actually seen it all; I just gave a casual "hmm." My younger sister suddenly looked up at me, then immediately looked down, her face turning even redder.

My sister then asked what I was doing, staring at her naked, and whether I was masturbating. It was a rhetorical question, but I sensed she had an ulterior motive. I answered yes. Then she asked what I thought of what I'd seen. I deliberately asked if they were having sex, and she answered yes. My younger sister trembled again, lowering her head even further. Then I deliberately said I'd seen my sister and younger sister naked, and that they were beautiful and sexy. My younger sister seemed mortified, while my sister had a sly grin on her face.

My sister said I'd seen them all, and shouldn't I let them see too, little sister? My younger sister was too ashamed to move, but my sister pressed her advantage, telling me to take off all my clothes and be naked like them. I thought to myself, "Great, I've taken the first step!" I immediately stripped naked, my penis a little soft, but still quite erect. After I was undressed, my sister shook my younger sister's shoulder, urging her to look back so she wouldn't be seen for nothing. My younger sister was initially hesitant to look, but with my sister's encouragement, she glanced up out of the corner of her eye, then immediately lowered her head and remained silent.

At this moment, my sister moved to sit next to me, also naked. She deliberately held my penis in her hand, telling my younger sister how big and hard it was, and asking her to come and look. My younger sister remained huddled under the blanket, but dared to look up. Her eyes seemed both shy and surprised, as if she wanted to look but was too embarrassed to. Then my sister started masturbating me, asking if this was how you masturbate. I nodded, saying that my sister made me feel very good. My sister then asked my younger sister to come and touch it, but my younger sister was too afraid to move. So my sister said that if my younger sister wouldn't come, we could go over to her. My younger sister shook her head vigorously, but I was happy to go. I moved closer to my sister, and I even deliberately pointed my penis towards her.

My sister was still holding my penis, and with her other hand, she pulled my younger sister's hand over to hold it. My younger sister hesitated for a moment, but was led by her sister. My sister transferred my penis from her hand to my younger sister's. My younger sister blushed and grasped my thick, hot penis, her eyes fixed on it as if she were looking at something she both loved and feared. My sister asked my younger sister how it felt, and my younger sister said it was big and hot. Then my sister asked my younger sister to put my penis on her penis just like she had done before. This time, my younger sister wasn't so shy and imitated my sister's movements. It felt so good, although I wasn't as good at it as my sister, but it felt really good.

After my younger sister put it on, my sister asked me if I wanted to see my younger sister's naked body again, and I naturally said yes. Without asking my younger sister, my sister reached out and pulled the blanket off my younger sister. My younger sister struggled a little but then gave in. Seeing my younger sister's naked body, with my penis on her penis, was unbearable. I really wanted to press down on her and fuck her hard. After a while, I couldn't resist any longer and reached out to touch her thigh. She flinched slightly, then let me touch her. I figured her defenses had crumbled, so I boldly stroked and gently pinched her thigh. She didn't show any expression, but I thought she was feeling something. I moved my hand up her thigh, past her vulva, down her lower abdomen to her breasts. I rubbed and kneaded her breasts, and from her slightly furrowed brow, I knew she was already experiencing pleasure. My older sister

wasn't idle either. She sat beside her, wrapped her arms around her waist, and gave her a deep kiss, attacking from both sides until she was panting heavily. Seeing that the time was right, my sister helped her lie down and gestured for me to lick her vulva. I immediately spread her legs and lowered my head to start licking. She seemed to be enjoying it, her body twitching occasionally. My sister continued to kiss her passionately. I licked her entire vulva, paying special attention to her clitoris. My little sister's vagina slowly oozed vaginal fluid. I tasted it; it wasn't bad, not as fishy as my older sister's, and not too salty either—quite delicious.

After licking for about ten minutes, I thought it was about time, so I got up and knelt between my sister's legs, holding my penis and inserting it into her vagina. I didn't dare use too much force, afraid my sister would be scared, and then all my efforts would be wasted. I slowly thrust in and out, and my sister noticed my penis entering her body; her whole body tensed up a bit. I slowly went in and out, inserting little by little, pausing whenever my sister's muscles tensed. After a few minutes of this, I finally inserted it all the way in.

My older sister, seeing that I was fully inserted, softly asked my little sister how it felt. My sister said it hurt a little, felt a little tight, and was sore and itchy. I said, "How about we move a little?" My sister nodded. So I started gently thrusting in and out, and slowly my sister's expression of pain disappeared, replaced by one of pleasure. So I slowly increased my speed and began thrusting in and out fully as well. My younger sister started making soft, erotic moans, which grew louder as I increased my speed.

To bring her to orgasm, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and continued for over half an hour without stopping. At the same time as my sister experienced her first orgasm, I released my pent-up semen.

My legs were almost numb after ejaculating, but the pleasure was unprecedented. My sister, after her orgasm, lay flat, motionless, still moaning, her body twitching occasionally. I lovingly held her and gave her a deep kiss, which she responded with her tongue. However, my older sister whispered something in my ear that almost made my legs go weak: "If she dares to take me, she should rest a bit; she wants me too."

From then on, all three women in my family had sex with me—three completely different women, three completely different experiences. My mother, though past her prime, still retained her charm. My older sister, open-minded and maturely alluring. My younger sister, young and beautiful, full of vitality. The flavors can be changed at will, but there's still a drawback: Mom doesn't know about this yet, so we can't play the four-person game.

When

I was little, like most children, I was very attached to my mother, and she loved me very much, even spoiling me. Back then, our mother-son relationship was so close that even Dad was "jealous" of me.

Although Mom wasn't a great beauty, she was still quite attractive, a beautiful and virtuous wife and mother. I often thought that when I grew up, I would find a wife as good as Mom.

After junior high, I don't know why, I gradually distanced myself from Mom, no longer snuggling up to her, no longer playing with her, and even unwilling to talk to her much. But Mom still cared for me and looked after me in every way, big or small, which made me increasingly impatient and resentful towards her.

I don't remember when it started, but I began to speak harshly to Mom, sometimes even cursing at her. Even so, Mom never got angry with me for it, never caring about my rudeness.

Entering puberty, I began to experience sexual anxieties. I inexplicably learned to relieve myself with my hands, though I was relatively restrained, only doing it about three or four times a month. I have a peculiar habit: I'm attracted to women's feet. I don't know when I started this liking; it seems like it's something I was born with. Often, when masturbating, I can reach orgasm simply by imagining playing with women's feet.

Near the end of junior high, one Sunday was my grandmother's birthday. After finishing self-study in the afternoon, I went to her house. The front door of her house faced the door of a guest room, and from the front door, I could see the foot of the bed inside. That day, as I entered, I saw a pair of very white and beautiful feet on the bed—due to the limited view, I could only see the bare calves and feet—and I couldn't help but feel excited.

"Whose feet are these?" But then I realized, "These are my mother's feet!" Alas, what a disappointment! It turned out that my mother had been working hard at my grandmother's house and was sleeping on that bed in her skirt and clothes.

In my disappointment, my mind started racing: "If only it weren't Mom, I could have looked at her a little longer. How come

I never noticed Mom's feet before..." I stopped thinking, overwhelmed with guilt. For the rest of the day, I tried my best to avoid looking at Mom's feet, but I felt uneasy, as if I'd done something wrong.

That night, after going to bed, I imagined playing with a celebrity's feet and masturbated. Just before climax, Mom's feet appeared in my mind. I was completely out of control, and I reached orgasm in a state of extreme excitement. After the orgasm, I was filled with guilt, feeling like a beast, and I wanted to slap myself.

In the following days, perhaps due to the pressure of studying and my own efforts to control myself, I no longer felt any urges towards Mom's feet. My attitude towards Mom also changed drastically. Although I still didn't talk to her much, I no longer resented her concern or spoke harshly to her.

Mom quickly noticed the change in me, was overjoyed, and became even more caring towards me. The more she acted this way, the more uneasy I felt. Two nights before the high school entrance exam, my mother brought a bowl of sweet soup into my room. I was busy doing my homework, so I told her to put it down.

She put down the soup but didn't leave immediately. Instead, she sat down on my bed, watching me lovingly as I worked. My attention unconsciously shifted to my mother. Before, I didn't have any concept of mature female beauty. I had always been attracted to youthful, beautiful, and slender girls. My mother was no longer young; her beautiful face, though not showing signs of age, had lost its youthful glow, and her figure had become slightly plump. Logically, she shouldn't have attracted my attention.

Previously, I had only been attracted to my mother's feet, but that night, I inadvertently discovered a kind of indescribable beauty emanating from her entire being—a beauty different from my pretty female classmates or young actresses. I suddenly realized that this beauty was even more moving, more attractive.

Suddenly, the terrible word "incest" appeared in my mind. I dared not think any further, quickly drank the sweet soup in one gulp, and then handed the bowl to my mother, telling her to leave. Mom took the bowl, looked at me with a hint of reluctance, and then left. It took me a while after she left before I could finally settle down and continue working on my problems.

For several days in a row, I threw myself into the high school entrance exam. After the exam, I was completely exhausted. However, to my relief, I felt I had done quite well. That night, I decided to relax a bit with my hands; I hadn't released my pent-up emotions for days. But lying in bed that night, none of the female celebrities and classmates I thought of aroused any interest.

Later, my mother seemed to appear in my mind naturally, and I immediately became extremely excited. After a moment of hesitation, I comforted myself, saying, "Just indulge tonight, and I won't do it again." Afterwards, I felt extremely satisfied, but also disgusted.

The summer vacation after my third year of junior high was relaxing but boring. I didn't have any friends or hobbies, so I stayed at home all day, passing the time with novels. Back then, there weren't many erotic novels, and the sexual descriptions in them were only superficial, but they were enough to excite me.

My "sexual interest" grew stronger and stronger, and I relieved myself more and more frequently. At first, it was only once or twice a week, but later it developed into almost every day, sometimes even two or three times a day. My mother, who was with me day and night, gradually became the main object of my sexual fantasies. My guilt gradually lessened without me realizing it, and I became uncontrollably infatuated with my mother.

Every smile, every gesture, every step of my mother's was so charming in my eyes, and her clothes and appearance were so appropriate in my eyes. I had completely fallen at her feet. My behavior wasn't due to any bad influence, because at that time I hadn't heard of or read about incestuous relationships between mothers and sons. Looking back now, it was probably because my mother was the only woman in my life, and she was a beautiful woman.

Although I had incestuous thoughts about my mother, I dared not act recklessly in real life. I would only secretly take my mother's underwear and shoes when no one was home to satisfy myself, but the more I did this, the more I longed to have my mother. I was tormented by my desire for her.

The long summer vacation finally ended, and I started high school. I could no longer devote myself to my studies as wholeheartedly as before. Fortunately, the first year of high school wasn't too stressful, and my grades were barely above average.

One evening in mid-October of that year, I felt thirsty while studying in my room, so I went to the living room to get a drink. When I got to the living room, I saw my mother wearing a short-sleeved pajama set, half-lying on the sofa, watching TV and massaging her feet. Her long, strong calves and fair, rosy feet made my heart flutter.

I quickly poured myself a glass of water and stood behind my mother, pretending to watch TV, while greedily stealing glances at her feet. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be to play with my mother's feet to my heart's content. Suddenly, an idea struck me: I would pretend to massage my mother's feet to satisfy my urge!

After making up my mind, I said to my mother, "Mom, did you go down to inspect work again today?"

"Yes."

"That must be tiring. Let me massage your feet."

My mother happily agreed. So I sat down next to her, placed her feet on my thighs, and gently began to massage them. I found it strange that I hadn't noticed my mother's alluring feet when I was little. Perhaps it was because my mother was an untouchable goddess in my heart back then. When I was little, I often played and joked with my mother affectionately, and it was so easy to touch her feet then.

Stroking the beautiful feet I had longed for, I couldn't help but become more and more excited. I really wanted to hug my mother's feet tightly and kiss them to my heart's content. At first, Mom just watched me lovingly massage her feet, but then she seemed to notice something, and her expression became a little unnatural.

"Okay. Much better now, no need to massage anymore," Mom said, pulling her feet away. I had no choice but to give up and reluctantly went back to my room.

Back in my room, I immediately closed the door and intensely sniffed and licked my palms—actually, they didn't smell very good—and then excitedly relieved myself with them. After that, I knew Mom had become aware of my illicit intentions, so I never offered to massage her feet again.

Days passed, but my desire for Mom didn't diminish at all. I often dreamed of her, and sometimes, waking up in the middle of the night when Dad wasn't home, I really wanted to rape her without hesitation.

Besides Mom, there was nothing else in my life that I cared about. My grades gradually declined. In the first semester of my first year of high school, I barely passed the midterm exams, but I only ranked in the thirties on the final exams—my worst performance ever.

Dad gave me a severe scolding for it. While my father scolded me, my mother watched me silently, her eyes filled with the same loving kindness as before, but also with worry and a faint sadness that seemed to know everything. I couldn't help but suspect that my mother already knew about my illicit thoughts. And indeed, it was true; no mother is unaware of her son's feelings.

During the winter break, my mother tried to talk to me alone several times—she had tried before—but because I felt guilty, I never gave her the chance, and I didn't even want to be alone with her. Each time, my mother left disappointed. I was afraid that one day I would lose control and do something irreparable, and that day finally came. In

April of that year, I had a high fever for several days in a row and couldn't go to school. My mother also took leave to stay home and take care of me. That morning, after returning home from the hospital after getting an injection, I slept until the afternoon.

In my dream, I dreamed of my mother again, and I woke up just as I was hugging her legs. When Mom found me awake, she immediately came into the room, touched my forehead, and said happily, "The fever's gone down! A little more medicine and you should be fine. Oh, and I need to change your blanket." Saying this, she moved a stool, stood barefoot on it, and reached for the blanket from the top shelf of the cabinet next to my bed.

Because she wanted to get it easier, her right foot landed on my pillow. At that moment, I was overcome with lust and couldn't resist grabbing her foot. Mom turned her head to look at me, but didn't say anything and continued getting the blanket.

I stroked it a few times, then lowered my head and started kissing Mom's toes. Only then did Mom tense up. She stopped getting the blanket, pulled her foot away, jumped off the bed, and muttered, "Nonsense!" before leaving. I realized I was in big trouble.

Just as I was wondering what to do, Mom brought in a bowl of medicine, her face calm. She sat down beside my bed, fed me my medicine, and then changed my blankets—this time she didn't put her feet on my bed when she took the blankets—telling me to sleep a little longer before leaving. It was as if nothing had happened. I was incredibly excited because I had finally kissed my mother's feet! At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by my impetuousness.

For the next few days, I felt somewhat uncomfortable whenever I was with my mother, but she didn't mention it again, treating me as before. This attitude of hers surprised me, but it also emboldened me. I secretly resolved to forcefully kiss my mother's feet again. I knew the best opportunity would be when my mother was sleeping alone.

About a month later, the opportunity arrived. That noon, my father didn't come home, and my mother was taking a nap alone in her room. I hesitated for a long time, but finally mustered the courage to go into my mother's room. When I arrived at my mother's bedside, she was still asleep.

She was sleeping with her face turned inwards, a thin blanket draped around her waist, her legs slightly bent and sticking out from under the blanket. Looking at my mother's smooth, alluring feet, my breathing quickened. I had originally thought she would wake up as soon as I entered the room, and I planned to take advantage of her inattention to kiss her feet. But now I changed my mind.

I bent down and brought my nose close to my mother's feet to smell their fragrance. My mother had worn leather shoes all morning, but her feet only had a faint, intoxicating scent, not smelly at all.

I smelled her feet for a while before I began to kiss them. I kissed the soles and heels, and just as I was sucking on her toes, her foot twitched, and she immediately woke up. When my mother turned over and saw it was me, she didn't seem very surprised, just a little unhappy. At that moment, I felt a little embarrassed. I stood up, left the room without saying a word, grabbed my schoolbag, and went to school.

Last time, I had only given my mother's feet a few quick, fleeting kisses; this time, I truly enjoyed them. I was extremely satisfied. When I returned home from school in the evening, my mother and father were already home. As usual, Mom was busy in the kitchen, and Dad was reading the newspaper in the living room. When Mom brought out the dishes, she gave me a slightly reproachful look. Although I didn't really care, I felt too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

After that incident, just as I expected, Mom didn't pursue the matter and treated me as well as usual, only intentionally or unintentionally avoiding being alone with me. This semester, my studies still didn't improve, and my grades hovered between 30th and 40th place. Dad had scolded me several times, and I really wanted to concentrate on my studies, but my heart was completely captured by Mom.

Especially after that night when I "ambushed" Mom, all I could think about was how to get satisfaction again. Dad usually went on business trips for a few days every one or two months, but he hadn't gone on any for almost three months. Later I found out it was because he was busy with a special project. This made me very anxious.

In mid-July, Dad was finally going on a business trip for three days. I was as happy as a child celebrating the New Year. On the day Dad left, I was at home in the morning, absentmindedly reading a novel, anxiously waiting for Mom to come home from work. Time passed so slowly, and I finally made it to noon when Mom came home.

At lunchtime, I had no appetite at all, but I tried my best to control my emotions so that Mom wouldn't notice anything. Only when Mom was washing the dishes did I secretly glance at her bare feet in slippers, thinking that those feet would be mine again soon.

After washing the dishes, Mom didn't go for her usual afternoon nap; instead, she started cleaning. I had no choice but to wait patiently, thinking that she would probably go to sleep after she finished cleaning. But Mom didn't finish until almost 2 o'clock, and then she went to work. I was extremely disappointed and could only comfort myself by thinking that I would wait until Mom went to sleep that night.

That night, amidst my anxiety, it was finally time for bed. Mom turned off the TV and went into her room. I almost jumped for joy. But unexpectedly, Mom immediately closed the door and locked it with a "snap." I was stunned, feeling like I had fallen into an ice cellar. I didn't sleep well that night, feeling both love and hate for Mom; the feeling was like a breakup.

The next day at noon, I still held onto a sliver of hope. But Mom went into her room and locked it with a "snap," and I was completely devastated. That night, I went to bed early, seething with anger and resentment. Around ten o'clock, Mom turned off the TV and came into my room. I glanced at her, then turned away, ignoring her. Mom stood silently by my bed for a while, seemed to sigh softly, and then left.

Mom sat silently in the living room for quite some time, finally returning to her room around 11 o'clock. I heard her close the door, but I didn't hear that hateful "smack." And there was no sound for a long time afterward. Had I missed the sound of the lock, or had Mom forgotten to lock it? My heart pounded. I decided to find out.

I got up, put on my basketball shorts, and went out. I stood in front of Mom's door and tried the lock; it was indeed unlocked. Mom had been asleep for almost half an hour, so I figured she should be asleep by now, and I pushed the door open and went in.

The bedside lamp was dimly lit—Mom always slept with it on when she slept alone—and in its light, I could see her face turned inwards, wearing only a blouse and underwear. Her long, black hair, full and graceful figure, snow-white and slender legs, and warm, alluring feet made my blood boil.

I carefully walked to Mom's bedside and stopped. Suddenly, I realized Mom wasn't asleep; she was awake. I stood there for a while, carefully observing her, and became even more certain that she was awake.

"Why isn't Mom paying attention to me? She's awake!" I was truly puzzled. Finally, I decided to see what would make Mom stop pretending to be asleep.

I lifted the mosquito net, bent down, and gently took Mom's foot in my right hand. When I held her foot, it twitched slightly, but didn't pull away from my hand. I was secretly pleased and began to gently massage her soft foot. Mom let me do as I pleased, ignoring me. At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer and lowered my head to kiss her feet.

When Mom noticed me kissing her feet, she immediately tried to pull them away. But how could I let go? I grabbed Mom's feet tightly and started kissing and licking them indiscriminately. Mom struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she loosened her grip and let me do as I pleased.

I kissed Mom's feet wildly, I don't know how long I kissed them, until the skin on her feet was all wrinkled, before I finally let go. Mom's indulgence emboldened me more than ever before. After releasing her feet, I threw myself on top of her without thinking and hugged her tightly. But after hugging Mom, I was a little lost, just staring blankly at Mom's face. Mom looked at me gently, appearing very calm, her eyes full of love.

After a moment of awkward silence, Mom reached out and hugged me, gently stroking my back and head, then slowly pressing my head down so my forehead touched hers, rubbing it lightly, and occasionally kissing my cheek.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand what to do; I eagerly kissed Mom's face, nose, earrings, neck, and her sweet, soft lips. The feeling of kissing was so wonderful; ignoring Mom's struggles, I greedily kissed her again and again. Suddenly,

Mom pushed me away, then sat up and slowly took off her clothes. Seeing this, I immediately got up and took off my clothes as well. Facing Mom's naked body, I was once again at a loss. Mom had been somewhat shy when she took off her clothes, but seeing my reaction, she seemed to relax completely. She smiled slightly and lay down calmly.

"Come on up," Mom whispered. I obediently climbed onto Mom.

Mom hugged my head, burying it between her full, soft breasts. I quickly snapped out of my daze, becoming excited again, and began to knead and kiss her breasts incessantly. My actions aroused my mother as well; her breathing quickened, and her cheeks flushed. I kissed my way down her breasts, and just as I was about to reach her genitals, she suddenly clamped her legs together.

"No there!" she whispered firmly. But how could I agree? After some effort, I finally managed to pry her legs open. I carefully examined her private parts. "So, the honeypot is just a dark red slit of flesh."

I first smelled the faint, fishy scent, then began to lick it with my tongue. My mother moaned softly as I licked her, her body gently twisting. Although I didn't know this was a sign of her excitement, I had a feeling it wasn't a bad thing, so I licked even more vigorously, finally inserting my tongue into her vagina.

After kissing her honeypot enough, I continued kissing her legs and feet. By this time, I was incredibly aroused. After I climbed back onto my mother, she kissed my face, closed her eyes, and grasped my penis, thrusting her hips forward. I realized what was about to happen, and I focused intently on the sensation: the foreskin slowly peeled back, and my penis gently entered a warm, lubricated passage. The feeling was so wonderful!

As soon as my mother released her hand, I began to thrust forcefully. Each thrust was harder than the last, and my mother became increasingly wet. Sex was truly intoxicating; I enjoyed it ecstatically, quickly reaching orgasm, embracing my mother and ejaculating all my semen.

Afterwards, I felt completely drained, collapsing weakly onto my mother. My mother opened her eyes, reached for some tissues on the bedside table, then moved her lower body to remove my penis from her, pushed me away, sat up, quickly cleaned herself, and went to shower.

I lay alone for a while before getting up and putting on my clothes. My mother returned from her shower, having changed into clean pajamas. My mother and I were both a little embarrassed, and I felt somewhat at a loss.

My mother seemed much calmer. As she packed her things, she softly told me, "Go wash up and go to bed."

I listened and hesitantly left my mother's room. That night, my mind was a complete mess. I couldn't believe it—I had my mother! I felt both the excitement of getting what I wanted and a deep sense of guilt. Lost in my thoughts, I don't know when I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. At lunch, my mother didn't mention the night before at all, and even chatted with me about trivial things, her face relaxed. Seeing this, I felt a little relieved too.

When Dad came home that evening, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty in his presence. But Mom remained calm, showing no sign of anything amiss. In the days that followed, Mom treated me the same as before, and I gradually relaxed, no longer dwelling on it. A few days into the new semester, Dad didn't come home for lunch one day. My libido returned.

After lunch, while Mom was washing the dishes, I hugged her waist from behind. Mom understood my intentions and softly said, "No, what if your dad comes home?" I begged repeatedly, but Mom wouldn't agree, so I finally gave up. However, that noon I still caressed Mom's feet, which was some consolation.

Two weeks later, Dad went on a business trip, and that evening Mom finally agreed to let me have sex again. We did it two nights in a row that time. From then on, Mom almost always agreed only when Dad didn't come home at night. Mom had her reasons; only when sleeping at night could she lock the door from the inside, so even if Dad suddenly came home, he wouldn't be able to open the door and wouldn't suspect anything.

My mother loves me very much, but that love is only a mother's love for her son. Although she is always selfless and enjoys orgasms during sex with me, I know it's only for me; she's willing to do it with me because she loves me so much.

One shouldn't be too selfish. After I went to college, I started dating girls and gradually stopped asking my mother for sex. Now I have my own little family, and my relationship with my mother is still very good. We have never intended to forget the past, and how could we possibly forget it?

I love my mother deeply, and if she wanted, I would still want to have sex with her. Because I have not only the love a son has for his mother, but also the love a husband has for his wife. My mother is my first wife in reality.

(The End)

Special Birthday Gift – Mom's Warm Anal

Introducing Tommy. Rhett's father has been dead for two years. The traffic accident happened when Tommy was sixteen. The accident devastated Tommy and his mother. Their life had been perfect; they lived in a large house with a two-room garage in the suburbs, and there were several good schools nearby. Everything was fine before the accident.

One evening, Bob Rhett got off work late. On his drive home, a car sped towards him, veering off the center line and crashing into the front of his vehicle. Police said the driver was drunk and was traveling at nearly 100 miles per hour.

Funeral arrangements are difficult. Friends and family from all over rushed to help Tommy and his mother. But after the funeral, when she and Tommy returned home, they had to handle the remaining arrangements themselves. This accident dramatically changed their lives.

Tommy's mother, Susan, had to return to work to support the family, and they also had to sell their house. In the two years since Bob's death, Susan had worked hard and achieved considerable success in her career. She was also lucky with her stock investments. She bought herself and Tommy a new house, not as big as their previous one, but the mother and son lived comfortably and happily. Their salary and stock investments ensured they had enough to eat and wear, and they even went on occasional vacations.

For the past two years, their lives had been stable, but the impact of the accident had not diminished with time; they remained grieving the loss of their husband and father. They relied on and supported each other, making their relationship even closer than that of a typical mother and son.

Tommy Rhett suddenly became the only man in the family, but he knew he couldn't replace his father to his mother.

Tommy was a tall, thin, and handsome boy. He was six feet one inch tall and weighed 175 pounds. He was taller than most of his classmates. He appeared confident, but in reality, he was very shy and extremely sensitive. Although he inherited his father's handsome face and his mother's bright blue eyes, he felt uncomfortable around girls.

Tommy wanted to date girls, but whenever he was alone with a pretty girl, he would become tongue-tied and embarrassed. So he used the simplest method: avoiding girls. When he had holidays and no classes, he would lie to his mother and say he was going on dates.

Tommy is now eighteen, graduating high school with excellent grades and a football scholarship to the local college. He's never had a girlfriend. He knows it's due to his extreme poverty. Shortly after his father's death, he became introverted and shy, which led to a slight stutter. He manages to control it most of the time, so his mother still doesn't know he stutters. But it shows when he's nervous, especially in front of pretty girls his age.

Susan is still a very attractive woman. She's tall and well-proportioned, five feet seven inches. However, like most women, she's still unhappy with her body. She thinks her hips are too full and her breasts too large. So she always dresses conservatively to cover up what she considers her body flaws.

Since Bob's death, Susan hasn't remarried and lives alone. Although she tries not to rely on Tommy too much, he seems to be the only one who truly understands her. When she's sad, angry, or lonely, he can sense it without her having to tell him. Susan felt a sense of relief, thinking Tommy was truly understanding.

She had tried dating many times, but unfortunately, she hadn't met a man she truly liked. None of them had genuinely cared for her emotionally, nor had they offered her help when she needed it; they were only interested in having sex with her. Susan still harbored strong desires. She desperately wanted a gentle, considerate, and understanding man. Most of the men she dated thought she was a young widow who only wanted sexual satisfaction.

Tommy was very supportive of her dating, but when he hinted that she should find someone else, she always told him he was the only man she needed in her life. She felt like she was lying to Tommy, and she would inexplicably think of Bob. She knew very well that time had passed, but she couldn't forget the past.

Now thirty-six years old, Susan worked tirelessly to support her family. She was the head of public relations, extremely busy. She worked twelve hours a day, sometimes even on Saturdays.

Tommy told her she should wear sexier clothes, short skirts and low-cut tops would make her look prettier. He also said she needed to showcase her assets, which would greatly help her public relations work. After she did so, her work performance did indeed improve. But her beautiful face alone was enough to make the men opposite her glance at her from time to time.

Whenever Tommy told her she should have a boyfriend, she would turn around and tell him she should have a girlfriend.

Susan was very worried about her son's lack of social skills. She wanted him to go out and make friends in his free time, but he stayed at home with her almost every weekend night.

One Saturday night, Susan came to the living room and saw Tommy sitting on the sofa watching TV as usual.

"Tommy, why are you still at home tonight? Why don't you go out with someone?" Susan asked, walking over to sit down next to her son and putting an arm around his shoulder. They had this conversation almost every weekend night.

"Please, Mom, let me rest. I don't want to go out. It's better to stay at home with you."

This was his usual standard answer. They both knew it was a very weak excuse.

“Tommy, you need to make friends, you know… a girlfriend,” Susan said loudly. Then she looked at him seriously and said, “I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t seem to have a boyfriend either. Why do I need a girlfriend?”

“Please, Tommy, you’re different from me. I’m already married. And I already have a man.

It’s you!” Susan said, and lovingly hugged him.

“Yes, I have plenty of time to date, but I already have a woman. It’s you!” Tommy replied, using his mother’s words, and couldn’t help but laugh as he said it.

Susan sighed helplessly. “Then we’re a perfect match, aren’t we?”

“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Tommy said sincerely, snuggling into her arms.

“You’re my best friend too,” Susan said, hugging him again. But she still didn’t stop.

“You need other female friends. It’s not good for your health.”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Mom…”

“What is it?”

Tommy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He leaned back, resting his head on the sofa, and closed his eyes. His face became embarrassed. “Nothing, don’t worry,” he said.

“Tell me, Tommy… tell Mom,” Susan said, turning his head to face her. She looked into his blurry eyes and said, “You and Mom have always talked about everything. Is there something you can’t tell Mom now?”

Tommy wanted to tell his mother about his shyness and stutter, but he didn’t want her to worry. And he felt embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now he finally mustered the courage to tell his mother, he knew he had to. “It’s…it’s me…I get nervous around girls. Especially pretty girls, I get really shy, and I…I…I start to stutter,”

Tommy said, avoiding his mother’s eyes.

Susan was surprised but didn’t show it. She had never heard him stutter before. “Wait a minute, you always say I’m a beautiful girl, but you don’t stutter.”

“Seriously, Mom, I get flustered around girls. I’ve only kissed two girls so far,” Tommy blurted out without thinking. He tried to stop himself, but it was too late.

“Really?” Susan said in surprise. My God, he’s eighteen and has only kissed two girls, she thought. He must still be a virgin! Susan was shocked. She thought of a very serious question. “So, do you like girls?”

“Mom! Of course I like girls,” Tommy said, now completely embarrassed.

Susan sighed in relief.

“It’s just…it’s just…damn!…I haven’t had a single real date yet.”

“Wow! Tommy, I’m at my wit’s end!” Susan could no longer maintain her composure and exclaimed in shock. “I saw you going out too. I asked you where you were going, and you said you were going on a date with a girl.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I lied then. I went to the library, or maybe the mall.

I just didn’t want you to worry about me. I’ve already made you worry so much.”

Suddenly, Susan realized that she hadn’t really cared about Tommy since his father’s death. She had foolishly thought she knew him. She had been numbing her grief by working tirelessly, and she suddenly felt guilty towards Tommy. She had been so busy with work that she had completely neglected him. It was obvious he was very immature now. “Oh God, how could I have been so stupid,” she thought.

Mother and son sat quietly for a long time. Neither knew what to say.

Finally, Susan broke the silence and spoke first.

“Tommy, how about we go on a date?”

“Please, Mom! Be serious, don’t tease me!”

“I’m serious. You feel natural with me, so why don’t we try going on a date?

You can think of me as your girlfriend. I can tell you how to talk to girls. After all, I remember what I liked when I was a girl.” Susan paused, suddenly realizing that going out with his mother might embarrass him. “Hmm…is it too embarrassing to be seen with your old mom?”

“Mom, you’re not old. You’re the most beautiful woman I know!” His face immediately turned bright red.

“Thank you, darling, and you’re the most handsome man I know! So why can’t two good-looking people like us go on a date?”

Tommy thought quietly for a few minutes. Going on a date with her might help him, he thought. And if anything went wrong on the date, she wouldn’t abandon him. This might be the only way she could help him. He suddenly liked his mother’s suggestion. “Hmm…okay…I think this will be interesting,” Tommy said casually.

“You don’t seem to like it too much,” Susan pouted.

“No,” Tommy said immediately. “It’s just…it’s just…”

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“I…I’m not really sure about it. I…I…um…you know, if I do something wrong, I feel stupid. It’s embarrassing…embarrassing,” Tommy stammered.

“Nothing will embarrass you, darling,” Susan said, patting his leg affectionately. “Come on, let’s change, then you take me out for dinner and a movie,” Susan said, grabbing her car keys from the table and tossing them to him. “You’ll be my driver today, my little sweetheart.”

“Mom!” Tommy exclaimed, his face turning red again. But beneath his embarrassed exterior, there was a strong sense of excitement.

Twenty minutes later, Tommy was already in the living room, pacing nervously as he waited for his mother.

He looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly seemed to freeze, unable to utter a word.

Susan wore a low-cut, tight-fitting white pullover that exposed her full breasts, paired with a black mini-skirt and high heels. She thought Tommy would love the outfit, since he had picked it out for her.

"What's wrong?" Susan asked anxiously, looking at her son's face. Suddenly, she wondered if her outfit was too much.

"Mom, um...um...you see...it looks..." Tommy stammered, trying to tell his mother he looked beautiful.

"I'll go change," Susan said, turning to go upstairs, wondering if her attire was too "sexy."

"No need! You look gorgeous," Tommy blurted out.

Susan smiled and turned back. "Thank you for the compliment, darling. I thought my clothes were bothering you."

"Mom, I really hope my friends see me with you. Oh my god, they'll be so jealous!"

Susan felt smug. "Well then, let's go out and let them be jealous. Tonight, you can call me Susan," she said with a smile.

"Okay, Mom...Susan," Tommy replied. “Susan,” he repeated, as if afraid he’d forgotten.

Tommy hurried to the car, opened the door for his mother, and stepped aside to let her in.

As she settled into the seat, her short skirt rode up, exposing most of her thighs, drawing Tommy’s gaze. When he looked up, he saw his mother smiling at him. Good heavens, she saw me staring at her thighs, Tommy thought. How could I do that? He felt guilty.

As Tommy drove, he couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s legs. He felt his penis throbbing between her legs, and suddenly, he felt very confused.

Susan's thighs were exposed under her skirt. She tried to pull it down, but her seat was concave, and the skirt naturally rode up her thighs, making it impossible to cover them.

Tommy parked near their occasional Italian diner. It was quiet and secluded, furnished entirely in a Mediterranean style. Red tablecloths covered the tables, and each table had a wine bottle resting diagonally on a shelf, with a candle lit in the center. Someone was playing the violin.

Dinner was wonderful and very relaxing. Susan even had Tommy have two glasses of wine. She wanted him to feel more grown up. He definitely needed to build some confidence.

Susan drank much more than Tommy. She felt a little tipsy, but still comfortable and relaxed.

Tommy could chat freely with his mother. The alcohol made his tongue less stiff. And he didn't think this was a real date at all.

They were like a couple on a date, talking about school, friends, music, movies, and everything in between. Occasionally, Susan would give him advice on how to date a girl—like waiting for his girlfriend to sit down before he did, and opening doors for her at restaurants. She spoke as gently as possible. Unsurprisingly, Tommy didn't need much instruction. He was a natural gentleman, like his father.

Soon, Tommy truly forgot that Susan was his mother.

Susan, too, briefly forgot she was dating her son. He suddenly seemed to mature. As he chatted and laughed, the dim candlelight made his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. He was so handsome, she thought. Suddenly, Susan felt a slight tremor run through her body.

After dinner, Tommy helped Susan out of the restaurant. He hurried to open the car door.

Susan's steps were slightly unsteady. She knew she shouldn't have drunk that last glass.

Tommy opened the car door and helped his mother into the car, trying his best not to look at her exposed thighs. However, it was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes kept drifting to his mother's crotch. Although it was late and dark, the streetlights still illuminated her crotch. Tommy held his breath. His mother's legs were spread wide, exposing the tops of her stockings, then her smooth thighs, and then her private parts tightly bound by pale blue silk panties. One leg dangled outside the car for a moment.

Tommy stood there motionless, his eyes wide open.

"Um... shall we go see a movie?" Susan asked, noticing her son looking under her skirt again. Another shiver ran through her body. At this moment, Susan wasn't sure if she had unconsciously spread her legs like that. She felt incredibly obscene tonight. It didn't matter, she thought. The alcohol made everything seem natural.

When Tommy saw his mother staring at him, his shocked face turned red. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of his behavior. If he could do this to his mother, what would he do to a girl if he actually went out on a date? He couldn't help but wonder.

They bought water and popcorn and went into the movie theater, finding two seats in the back row. A while after the movie started, there weren't many people. They were practically the only two in the theater.

It was a comedy, and they were thoroughly enjoying it. About halfway through the movie, Tommy carefully raised his arm and placed it on the back of his mother's seat. His arm rested against her shoulder.

Susan felt his arm and her body trembled slightly.

Just as they were laughing, Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his hand hanging down. His mother, startled, sighed and leaned against him.

Susan smiled inwardly at her son's boldness. She felt comfortable; she hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Suddenly, Tommy realized his fingers were touching her exposed breasts at the neckline. He could feel his heart begin to pound.

Susan felt his fingers, but she didn't remove them, not wanting to spoil the moment. Besides, it was nothing, probably an accident, she told herself.

Tommy couldn't concentrate on the movie. His fingers, as if beyond his control, began to gently caress her breasts. His movements were so subtle, almost imperceptible. But Tommy could feel it. He felt the heat radiating from his fingers against her breasts. Stop! he told himself.

A moment later, Susan noticed his fingers moving. It was a provocative touch, arousing her. Until she felt goosebumps rise on her chest, she thought it was an accident, and she knew she should stop him. However, she didn't want to embarrass him. He probably had no idea what he was doing. It was just a natural touch. But the tingling sensation she felt between her legs was anything but natural.

Tommy became bolder, his trembling fingers slipping under her blouse, the tips just barely touching the elastic neckline. Without a doubt, this was no accident. He couldn't believe his own audacity.

Susan's breathing quickened. She wanted to stop him, but it had been a long time since anyone had touched her so tenderly. At that moment, her maternal responsibilities and her long-suppressed desires were locked in a fierce struggle.

Susan fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. Incredibly, she felt her panties slowly becoming damp. When Susan felt Tommy's hand about to slip inside again, she reached up and grabbed his hand, stopping him. However, she didn't remove his hand; she simply pressed it firmly against her soft breast.

Tommy escaped his mother's scolding and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she released his hand and reached for the popcorn beside her, she turned slightly, giving Tommy the opportunity to slip his hand inside her clothes again. By the time she stopped him, his hand was halfway in.

At this moment, Susan still didn't remove his hand from her body. Her heart pounded.

Tommy felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. His penis was incredibly uncomfortable in his pants. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. Tommy couldn't reach between his legs to grab his penis.

Susan gripped Tommy's trembling wrist tightly, knowing he was just a step away from touching her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were already on her areola. She could feel the hard, throbbing nipple. Her breathing was as heavy as Tommy's.

They sat there motionless. As Susan's fingers relaxed, she felt Tommy's hand reach in again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel his fingers caressing her numb areola. Then they parted and clamped her swollen nipple…

Suddenly, the theater lights came on.

Susan jerked as if struck by lightning, her body jerking violently from her seat. She yanked his hand away. She sat there shakily, waiting for the few remaining people in the theater to leave. Finally, her legs gave way, and she stood up and walked toward the exit.

As they emerged from the movie theater, Tommy had to follow behind his mother, not wanting anyone to see his erect penis.

Susan followed behind, breathing heavily. She wondered why he was following her. She glanced back and knew the problem with her young lover. She forced herself not to look at him a second time. Suddenly, she felt as if she were back in high school. Many memories of Tommy's father flooded back.

They drove home quietly. Tommy couldn't believe what had just happened at the movie theater. It felt like a dream. Damn it, his hand was really on his mother's breast, and she hadn't even stopped him. But he still felt incredibly embarrassed, like he was being despicable. His mother had been so good to him, accompanying him on his date, and this was how he repaid her.

Susan couldn't believe she had let it happen. She told herself again that it didn't matter. After all, her son needed to build some confidence, she made excuses for herself.

Tommy opened their front door, then stopped and turned to face his mother.

"Thank you, Mom… no, Susan, I… I… I… had a lot of fun," he stammered nervously.

"I had a lot of fun too, Tommy, you're a wonderful lover," Susan said sincerely.

Tommy stood nervously in front of his mother, his hands awkwardly at his sides. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Suppressing his impulsive feelings, he asked, "Um... um... um... first date... is it okay for a guy to kiss a girl on a first date?" Tommy blurted out nervously without thinking.

His heart started pounding again. His mother didn't answer him immediately, and he thought his request might be dashed.

"Um... not on a first date, but because you've been so good, I can allow you to kiss me," Susan said, but inwardly she was screaming, no! No! The beautiful night, the date, and the wine made Susan completely give up on resisting him.

Tommy's heart leaped. God, he was about to have his dream come true. He was going to kiss his mother. Suddenly, he froze, motionless.

"What's wrong?" Susan said, closing her eyes, her heart pounding. This was a terrible mistake, she told herself.

"I really... um... you know, I... I... don't know what to do."

"Come here," Susan said, offering her lips to her son.

His arms naturally wrapped around her back. His lips were stiff, and they pressed hard against his mother's soft lips.

"Wait," she said, pulling away from his kiss. "Don't kiss your girlfriend like that. Moisten your lips, relax them," Susan said in a motherly tone. But what she was doing was not what a mother should do.

Tommy moistened and relaxed his lips as his mother instructed. He felt her offer her lips to him again. This time he relaxed and kissed his mother's soft lips. Suddenly, he was very excited; her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips felt so soft, and he could smell her fragrant scent. His head began to spin.

Susan moaned and slipped her tongue into her son's warm mouth. It was purely a natural reflex. She felt his tongue, and a shiver ran through her body. Susan immediately threw herself into a passionate kiss with her son. Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue. She was completely lost in that moment. She pulled away, took a deep breath, and calmed herself. “Is it better now?” Susan tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.

“Great, let’s do it again,” Tommy blurted out boldly, pulling his mother into his arms.

Suddenly, Susan felt her son’s erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. She thought to herself that she could still excite a young man, and a shiver of excitement shot through her. Wait, she cried out inwardly, this is my own son! She knew she had to stop it before she lost control.

“No! No!” Susan screamed. Then she realized her tone was too harsh, and softened it. “A kiss on a first date is great. Don’t be so greedy,” Susan said jokingly, pushing her son away.

“Annoying,” Tommy said with an innocent smile, trying to hide his excitement and disappointment. Then he became serious. “Mom, I had a lot of fun tonight. Can we…can we go out together again, okay?”

“Hmm…if you make me happy, I think so,” Susan said, kissing his lips, and then they went inside.

That night, Tommy lay in bed, his hand clutching his penis, fantasizing about his mother. Before, he fantasized about the pretty girls at school. Now, his mother occupied his entire mind. He could still feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest, her soft skin so smooth. If they were in a movie theater, if the lights weren’t on, he would be kneading her hard nipples. Even now, he could still feel how her soft lips kissed him, the sensation of her tongue teasing him in his mouth. In just a few minutes, he reached orgasm, ejaculating all over his abdomen. He masturbated three times that night.

Meanwhile, Susan lay in bed, one hand kneading her breast that Tommy had touched, while the other hand masturbated with three fingers. Her juices dripped continuously, soaking her fingers and the sheets beneath her. Then she suddenly cried out loudly. "Oh my God, what have I done?" she wondered to herself.

Susan. Rhett cried herself to sleep.

2 The next morning, Tommy saw his mother sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee. He hesitated for a moment, then went over and poured her a cup. He sat down, holding the cup in both hands. The room suddenly became very, very quiet, an unsettling silence. A new day seemed to make everything different from before. They felt guilty about what had happened.

"Mom..."

"Tommy..."

they both spoke at the same time, then stopped, smiling at each other to avoid embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," Tommy said.

"Tommy... um... we... um... what happened last night..." Susan stammered.

"I... I... know, Mom," Tommy interrupted his mother. "I'm sorry, I made everything so bad," he said, almost crying, waiting for her to get angry.

Susan looked at him in surprise. "It's not your fault, honey. It's my fault. Let's forget about it. It's probably because of that bottle of wine," Susan said, making an excuse. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much.”

“Then…then…um…can we still go out together?” Tommy asked hopefully.

“That doesn’t seem right.”

“I know,” Tommy said angrily. However, he was angry with himself. He got up and stormed out of the kitchen, tears welling in his eyes.

“Tommy!” Susan called after him. However, he had already rushed out of the kitchen. Now Susan was heartbroken. She thought she had made things worse, and she couldn’t control her emotions; tears streamed down her cheeks.

That evening, Susan gently knocked on Tommy’s bedroom door. When she heard Tommy call her in, she gently pushed the door open. He was lying in bed reading a magazine. “Tommy, can we talk?” Susan asked him, walking over and sitting down, her face slightly tense.

“Of course,” he replied, turning over, putting his hands behind his head, and staring at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, Tommy…I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry about what happened,” Susan said with difficulty. “Tommy, I mean, we were talking about going on a date this morning. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I know it’s entirely my fault. We’re both lonely, and we both miss Dad so much.” Suddenly, Susan stopped speaking, choked up, and then quickly burst into tears.

Tommy immediately got up and sat down next to his mother. He carefully pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him, and tears streamed down his face as well.

Although she felt comfortable in his arms, it only made her cry harder. All her emotions seemed to burst forth at that moment. Two years of lonely life, a new job, working hard to earn money—this was a true reflection of her life.

After a while, her sobs turned into whimpers. "Mom, I love you so, so much," Tommy said sincerely.

Susan sat up and wiped her tears. "Tommy, I love you just as much as you do. We can't be apart, maybe even more now than before."

"Can we be honest with each other for a moment?" Tommy asked, as if he had matured.

"Of course! We must be honest with each other," Susan said, wondering what he was going to say.

"You...you are a beautiful and sexy woman," Tommy said, trying not to stutter. "I...you...um...damn it, and I'm just an easily excitable little boy. I apologize for what I did," he blurted out without thinking, then laughed self-deprecatingly.

Susan frowned at him, then smiled slightly. Suddenly, they burst into laughter, laughing so hard they almost fell off the bed. The situation seemed utterly absurd. Without much effort, their problem was solved.

When they calmed down, Susan turned to Tommy and said, "I'm available to be your girlfriend anytime you want." Then she kissed him on the lips.

"Great! Our soccer team has a picnic next Sunday, and I need a girlfriend," Tommy said hopefully.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going very smoothly.

Tommy's high school soccer team was having a farewell party in the park for their graduation, where they could bring their parents or girlfriends. Tommy hadn't planned to go because he didn't have a girlfriend. He knew those guys all had girlfriends. He figured they wouldn't bring their parents. Suddenly, everything was solved. His mother would be his girlfriend.

3 A few days later.

That afternoon, Tommy was home alone. It was hot, and he had just finished mowing the weeds in his yard, so he decided to take a good shower. He went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and went straight into the glass-enclosed shower stall, carelessly forgetting to close the door. When the cool water first splashed on him, he felt a little chilly, but his body quickly adjusted; the fine streams of water felt comfortable and refreshing. As he began to lather himself with soap, images of his mother flashed through his mind.

His penis instantly became fully erect. He lathered his genitals as well, then closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and unconsciously began to stroke his large penis, fantasizing about his beautiful mother. He remembered how close he had come to touching her nipples. Susan

didn't have much work to do today, so she decided to go home early. When she got home, she called out to Tommy. But she didn't hear Tommy answer; she thought he might be sleeping. She went upstairs to ask if he wanted to rent some movies to watch with her at home tonight, but she couldn't find him. She came back downstairs and noticed the shower door was open. When she peered inside, she was stunned by what she saw. Her eyes were wide open, staring at her son in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, and one hand was stroking what she had never seen before. She had never seen another man's penis; she only knew that her son's penis was much larger than Bob's.

"Just kidding." 10-11
4 Tommy and his mother finished their meal and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

"I'll wash these dishes and then take a shower. Go to the DVD store and rent a movie; we'll watch it together tonight."

"Okay," Tommy said, standing up and grabbing his car keys. Then he went to his mother, gently kissed her lips, and said, "I'll be right back. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, darling. Be careful on the road."

Susan finished washing the dishes and went into the bathroom to shower. As she stepped into the bathroom, she felt a little uneasy about what was happening there. She was in the same bathroom where her son had been masturbating. A strange feeling welled up inside her; it was as if she had caught it from her son, and she felt a strange excitement. She suppressed the urge to masturbate and forced herself to quickly finish her shower.

Tommy went to the video store, picked out a drama his mother liked, and immediately drove home. As he went upstairs and passed his mother's bedroom, he saw the door slightly ajar. He stopped and, through the crack, saw his mother sitting on the bed, applying nail polish. She was wearing a towel around her body and another around her head. Tommy peeked inside and saw his mother get up and walk to the dressing table to look in the mirror. He was surprised; the towel around his mother's body barely covered her buttocks. Her legs looked long and her skin was smooth. He stood quietly, watching his mother. Then she untied the towel from her head and used it to dry her wet hair. Tommy knew he shouldn't be spying on his mother, but he couldn't control his eyes.

Susan dried her hair almost completely with the towel, then took out a hairdryer and continued drying it.

She looked in the mirror as she dried it. Suddenly, she saw a figure through the crack in her bedroom door in the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat, a wave of fear washing over her, but she immediately realized it was Tommy returning from renting the movie. He was peeking through the crack in the door, clearly spying on her. She considered closing the door, but knew it would embarrass him. Besides, they had agreed he could be free at home, and doing so would only make him think she was deceiving him. Susan continued drying her hair, letting her son watch her exposed body.

Tommy saw his mother put down the hairdryer, and just as he was about to leave, he saw her reach for the knot of the towel around her neck.

Suddenly, Susan felt a trembling excitement wash over her. Her hands trembled as she gripped the knot of the towel around her neck. This was insane, she thought. But she still untied the towel, leaving it open for a second or two. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror; she knew Tommy could see her naked front. She slowly let it fall from behind her, feeling her nipples harden. Then she heard a soft gasp.

Tommy let out a soft gasp. He stood there, stunned, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked body. Her figure was absolutely stunning. Her large, firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. He shifted his gaze to her private parts. Through the sparse golden pubic hair, he could see her full vulva slightly parted, revealing a pinkish-red interior. At that moment, Tommy's penis was throbbing and swollen inside his underwear.

What Susan did next shocked her, perhaps even more than Tommy. She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. She slightly parted her legs, her buttocks raised.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, staring at his mother's beautiful buttocks. He looked between her legs, her full vulva fully revealed before him. He could even see the moist, glistening labia. He didn't know that his mother was as aroused as he was.

Susan felt she had been bent over for a long time, but this time it was only a few seconds longer than usual. When she felt the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva, she knew she had to stand up. She slowly stood up, still holding a small red thong in her hand. She bent down again, stepping inside and pulling the panties up to her waist.

She felt the soft fabric against her skin, and it tightly bound her aroused, swollen vulva.

Somehow, Tommy left his mother's bedroom.

Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I really couldn't stand it if he didn't leave," she thought to herself as she dressed.

She was wearing a nightgown that only covered half of her thighs. As she was about to leave the room, she stopped. She pulled up her skirt with both hands, took off her small red thong, and then casually tossed it onto the bed.

A moment later, Susan came into the living room. Tommy had already put the movie in the DVD player and prepared popcorn.

“Perfect, Mom,” he said to her.

“Popcorn too! Great!”

“I also got you some wine,” Tommy said proudly, pointing to a bottle of wine chilled in the ice bucket.

“Thank you, honey!”

They turned off the lights and started watching the movie together.

Tommy didn’t like these kinds of movies, but he knew his mother did.

Susan sat on the sofa, while Tommy sat on the floor with his back against the sofa. About an hour later, Tommy told his mother he needed to use the bathroom. As he went upstairs and passed his mother’s bedroom, he seemed to be drawn to something and stopped. He saw a small red pair of panties lying on the bed. Good heavens, was she not wearing underwear?

A shocking question arose in his mind.

Tommy returned to the living room with a mystery in his mind. He wondered if what he was thinking was what was under her skirt. When Tommy sat back down on the floor, he leaned slightly towards his mother so he could sneak a peek under her skirt. But he tried several times without success. Finally, he sighed in disappointment and decided to give up, ceasing all hope.

Susan sat on the sofa, sipping her wine. She realized Tommy wanted to see under her skirt. She wanted to laugh, but she held it in, deliberately twisting her legs away from him to prevent him from seeing. She knew it was cruel to tease him like this, but she persisted until she finished her wine. Then she leaned against the sofa armrest, bending her legs and placing her feet on the sofa. At this point, her skirt barely covered her buttocks.

Tommy saw out of the corner of his eye that his mother shifted her position. He glanced at her legs and saw her body move slightly again. He could now see the back of her thighs, but the skirt still concealed her private parts.

After a while, the room became quiet. Tommy turned and saw that his mother was asleep. He knew she fell asleep easily after drinking wine. Suddenly, a filthy thought flashed through his mind.

Tommy silently stood up and quietly sat down beside his mother. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded loud to him. His heart pounded, and he waited a moment to make sure she was asleep. He reached out and pinched her skirt, then slowly pulled it down from her thighs. When the skirt was just enough to expose her buttocks, Tommy stopped. That was enough, he thought. Then he sat back down on the floor. He waited a while before turning to look at his mother. He saw her vulva right in front of him, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. Although the room was dark, the fluorescent light from the television was enough for him to see her vulva clearly.

Susan seemed to moan softly in her sleep, and her body stirred slightly, causing the skirt to slip down a little further from her thighs. Then, one of her legs twitched slightly, and the skirt slipped even further down, almost gathering at her waist. She could feel a cool breeze on her private parts, and the thought of her vulva being exposed to her own son made her body tremble with excitement.

At that moment, Tommy saw everything. Her smooth, white buttocks shimmered under the television's glow. He could almost see her anus nestled between her buttocks and her pink labia minora. Ignoring the danger, Tommy unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He stared at his mother's vulva and began to masturbate.

All Susan could do was remain motionless, pretending to be asleep on the sofa. She could feel her son's eyes fixed on her vulva and knew that her juices were flowing out, dripping onto her thighs. She slowly opened her eyes a crack. When she saw Tommy masturbating with his penis in his hand, she immediately felt a sudden dizziness. She spread her legs wider, sliding her body downwards, making her private parts even more clearly visible. Her short skirt was now bunched up at her waist.

"Oh, God!" Tommy whispered. Now he could clearly see his mother's full vulva and brown anus. His hand moved rapidly up and down, about to reach orgasm. Tommy suddenly groaned and began to ejaculate. The first spurt of semen splashed onto his mother's thighs, close to her private parts. Seeing this, he became even more excited and ejaculated even more forcefully. Tommy was in the throes of orgasm and had no idea to wipe the semen off his mother's legs before she woke up.

Susan didn't see what happened, but she knew from his groans that he had reached orgasm. Then, to her disbelief, Tommy ejaculated onto her thighs. She thought to herself that this was also a mini-orgasm.

When Tommy's testicles were empty, he awkwardly pulled up his shorts. He felt guilty again for not controlling himself; he shouldn't have had such lewd thoughts about his mother. He could see his semen dripping down her thighs. He thought, "Oh my god, what have I done?"

Just as Tommy was lost in thought, Susan stirred and opened her eyes.

"I must have fallen asleep," she said, stretching her arms and yawning.

“Um…yes, you only slept for a little while,” Tommy replied, his eyes fixed on his semen dripping down his mother’s legs.

Susan stood up, her legs wobbling so much she almost fell back down. She pretended to have just woken up. However, the real reason was excitement causing her brain to rush. She was perfectly aware of the Tommy semen sticking to her thighs. She kissed him goodnight and went back to her bedroom. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and reached behind her thighs, touching her son’s sticky secretions. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably. A sudden orgasm washed over her. After the orgasm subsided, she reached up and pulled her skirt up to her waist, masturbating until she was exhausted and fell asleep. The next morning, her skirt was bunched up at her waist, and Tommy’s dried semen was still on her thighs.

Tommy waited in the living room for his mother to come down so they could go to the state park together. When he got up in the morning and went into the kitchen for breakfast, he met his mother and noticed that she seemed to know nothing. She smiled sweetly at him and chatted as usual. He thought to himself that he hadn't been caught this time, but he'd have to be more careful about what he did to his mother next time.

Susan rationally considered what had happened. He was still a teenager, just beginning to experience sexuality. It was normal to fantasize about one's mother. But on the other hand, she had to admit that Tommy's actions had given her a strange feeling. She had to be careful in the future.

Susan came down the stairs wearing a sleeveless vest and tight shorts, and Tommy was shocked.

He could almost see her vulva protruding between her legs. She definitely wasn't wearing underwear, he thought, resisting the urge to look there. Tommy was also surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Susan's large breasts were firm and proud. She walked towards her son, and he could feel them swaying with her steps, and her hardened nipples protruded under her vest, as if they were about to burst out.

"Am I alright?" Susan asked, staring at Tommy's admiring expression.

“That’s wonderful, Mom. I won’t let anyone near you.”

Susan smiled at her son, Wan’er, took his arm, and walked out of the room together. His arm was close to her breast.

The park was very large, with many picnic tables, dense woods, and a very large lake where many people were paddling small boats. Susan and Bob often brought Tommy here to play when he was little, to swing him on the swings, and to play with him in the lake.

When they arrived, the park was crowded and noisy. Family and friends were there. Tommy jumped out of the car and opened the door for his mother. They walked confidently and smilingly into the crowd.

Soon everyone present noticed Susan. The boys and their fathers drooled, while the women wore expressions of envy. As she served food to herself and her son, many men tried to strike up a conversation with Susan, but she refused them all, saying she already had a partner and gesturing to her son standing a short distance away. Tommy smiled, nodding to the disappointed men with a hint of smugness, as if to say, "She's mine now, don't even think about it."

After everyone finished eating, they found their own activities; some played volleyball, some went boating, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Tommy and Susan took a blanket and climbed a small hill, finding a huge oak tree, quite a distance from the crowd. Susan helped Tommy spread the blanket on the ground; she had drunk a little too much wine and began to sway.

The two sat on the blanket, watching the people below, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the early summer breeze.

Tommy reached out and hugged his mother, who obediently nestled against him. “I love you, Mom,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Tommy,” Susan said, turning to face him in his arms.

Tommy saw a tear welling in her eye.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Tommy asked with concern.

“Nothing, darling, it just feels so good, I suddenly want to cry. Your father and I used to bring you here often. We would sit under this oak tree. I haven’t felt this good since your father passed away. Thank you for always being with me,” Susan said, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I will always be with you, Mom.”

As Tommy’s arms tightened around his mother, he realized his fingers were touching her breasts again. This time, he felt the part of her breasts peeking out from the neckline of her vest. Tommy slowly moved his hand, feeling her soft breasts. He held his breath, waiting for her to stop him.

Susan sensed what Tommy was doing. But she didn’t want to stop him, so she let him gently caress her breasts. However, that familiar, wonderful feeling began to grow between her legs again. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she pressed her body completely against her son's strong chest.

Tommy very slowly slipped his hand under her tank top. He waited a long time for her to reach out and grab his hand, like she did in the movie theater. When he realized she didn't intend to, he mustered his courage, opened his palm, and stroked upwards, placing his hand under her breast and slowly moving it upwards. When he grasped one of her breasts in his hand, his head spun. His penis throbbed in his shorts. He felt her hard nipples burning his palm.

A loud scream pierced Susan's alcohol-numbed brain, wanting him to stop. But her restless crotch prevented it from escaping.

"Ah..." a soft moan.

Tommy thought he heard her moan. But no, it was her heavy, rhythmic breathing. He looked at her face and saw her eyes were tightly closed. Her body was pressed against him, leading him to believe she might be asleep. His hand slowly withdrew from under her vest, placing it on her warm abdomen. Tommy's hand then caressed upwards, and when he touched her bare skin, he felt as if he were electrocuted; his semen was about to ejaculate into his pants. He took a deep breath, and with a swift movement, he grabbed his mother's breast, grasping it completely beneath his grasp. He waited for his mother's reaction, which felt like an eternity. She didn't react, so he began to knead it. He gently lifted her full breast, feeling its softness and elasticity. He worried that she might wake up at any moment.

At this moment, Susan's brain was flushed, and she felt dizzy. She couldn't react immediately. She knew she should stop him, but she was controlled by her desire and the alcohol. Susan could feel her shorts starting to get wet, and she worried that her juices would flow.

Tommy became bolder. After kneading one breast, he kneaded the other. He slowly lowered his arm, letting her lie on her side in his arms, her back pressed against his throbbing penis. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her eyes were still closed. Then he shifted his gaze to his hands playing with her breasts inside her vest.

Susan lay there as still as she could, letting her son play with her breasts. She could feel his erect penis pressing against her back, and it was throbbing. It felt enormous. She tried to control her breathing and shift her hips.

Tommy kneaded her breasts for a while, then turned his attention to the hard nipples. He suddenly remembered that the nipple in his hand was the one he had suckled as a baby. Suddenly, he wanted to see them. He slowly pulled her vest up until a huge breast was exposed before him. His eyes widened, staring at the white breasts and the hard, pink nipples. He reached out and gently grabbed them, the white flesh squeezing out between his fingers, a sight that captivated him.

Susan had to stop him now. She shifted her body, feeling Tommy immediately withdraw his hand and pull her vest back down. Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I must have fallen asleep. I’m sorry, I tend to fall asleep easily when I drink. How long have I been asleep?”

“Hmm… not long.”

“Let’s take a walk,” Susan said, standing up. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and almost collapsed.

Tommy immediately stood up and helped her.

They walked hand in hand down a path from the hillside toward the lake. Tommy couldn’t hide the bulge in his crotch. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He shook his head, thinking he might have been dreaming.

Susan’s eyes kept glancing down, staring at her son’s crotch. Seeing his erect penis throbbing under his pants, she felt guilty.

Soon, they reached a small clearing by the lake.

“Let’s sit here, Mom.”

“Oh, no, it’ll get my shorts dirty.”

“Sit here,” Tommy said, taking off his shirt and spreading it on the ground. Now he stood beside her in shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare.

“Wow, you’ve got muscles,” Susan said, staring at her son’s pectoral muscles. As she sat down, she felt her swollen, excited vulva twitch.

“Training.”

“You’re great,” Susan said, sitting on Tommy’s shirt that he had laid out. She felt the seams of her shorts digging into her vulva, and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

“Thank you,” Tommy said, sitting down beside his mother and pulling her into his arms.

They sat in silence, looking at the vast expanse of shimmering water. They could see small boats in the distance, like dots. They could hear children playing. Everything was perfect at that moment.

“Mom,” Tommy broke the silence, “um… um… can I kiss you again?”

Susan gasped, startled. She didn’t answer immediately. However, she knew he would ask again later. She thought about how to politely refuse him without hurting his feelings. She thought of many things, but none of them could perfectly solve the problem. At this moment, she could still feel his hand caressing her breasts, and her excited vulva was still dripping with lustful fluid. She immediately stopped thinking about how to refuse him and said to him, "I think it's okay, but only this once, and never again."

Tommy's heart pounded. He nervously pulled his mother close, bringing his lips to hers. As their lips met, he excitedly pulled her into his arms. The moment her lips parted, he eagerly probed her warm mouth with his tongue. He could taste the wine-like aroma in her saliva. As his tongue withdrew, his mother immediately slipped hers into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, making her moan softly. They kissed passionately. Tommy again reached under his mother's vest, grabbing her breast.

This time Susan wasn't pretending to be asleep, but she still didn't stop him.

He squeezed her breast, letting out a groan. He pinched her nipple with his fingers, and his mother moaned softly, pressing her breast against his hand. They continued their passionate kiss, their lips almost swollen from kissing.

Finally, Susan pushed him away, gasping for breath. "Tommy, we can't do this, we...we...we have to stop."

Her tone didn't seem to be telling Tommy to stop. He pushed her to the ground, leaned over her, and kissed her again. Her weak resistance was futile. He had already pulled up her tank top, exposing her breasts, her sensitive nipples hardening instantly in the cool breeze. He stopped kissing, sat up, and looked down at his mother's beautiful, full breasts.

"My God, they're so beautiful," Tommy said, leaning down as if to kiss them.

"No, Tommy, don't," Susan said, shoving Tommy away.

Tommy lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling with his breath, his eyes staring up at the sky. "I...

I'm such an idiot, Mom. I always mess things up. I'm sorry."

Susan sat up, pulled her tank top back up, and looked at her son. She was furious at herself for losing control. It's my fault, not Tommy's fault, she thought. I'm an adult, I shouldn't let him lead me astray.

She stared at her son's strong chest, sighed, and looked down, her gaze unconsciously noticing the bulge in his shorts.

“You’re not an idiot, Tommy. You’re the best son, and I love you so, so much,” Susan whispered, then moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest. Her face was pressed against his warm skin. She could feel his heart pounding. Slowly, she relaxed, placing her hands on his abdomen and stroking downwards. She was surprised by his well-defined abs, glancing at them with wide, jutting eyes. When Susan’s hands reached his belt, she paused, as if making a decision, then began to unbutton his shorts. Tommy

lay there motionless, incredibly excited, even more excited than in his dreams. “Mom,” he whispered.

“Shh…” Susan shushed as she unbuttoned his shorts, then pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for a moment, then her trembling hand slipped inside his shorts, grasping his erect penis.

“Oh…” he couldn’t help but groan.

Susan pulled his stiff penis out of his shorts, exposing it to the bright sunlight. "Oh!"

she exclaimed, staring at her son's penis. The glans was swollen and engorged, and clear pre-ejaculate was seeping from the urethral opening. She felt his penis burning hot in her hand. As she began to stroke her son's penis up and down, she felt as if she were falling into a whirlpool, her body spinning and falling downwards.

Tommy trembled; he felt his penis being forcefully stroked by his mother. A stream of clear pre-ejaculate gushed from the wet, sticky tip of the glans. Then she smeared the pre-ejaculate all over the glans, making it shimmer in the sunlight. She gently stroked his penis, and he lost control, groaning in pleasure, and streams of pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening, dripping down and wetting her entire hand. Susan released his penis and slowly, tremblingly, placed her hand, covered in pre-ejaculate, to her lips. At that moment, a long, clear stream of pre-ejaculate connected Susan's lips to her son's penis. She slowly lowered her head against his chest.

She wasn't… Tommy thought, feeling his mother's head move.

Susan knew how wrong, how crazy she was, but she didn't stop. She smeared his pre-ejaculate on her palms, then gripped his burning penis in her hand. Her head continued to move downwards, her eyes fixed on her hand, making it seem as if it weren't hers. This isn't real, she told herself. The penis she held wasn't her son's.

Suddenly, Tommy gasped, his hips thrusting upwards.

Susan gasped as a stream of white semen shot from the glans, powerfully splashing onto her face and neck. Facing the oncoming semen, she screamed with excitement, the semen dripping down her neck.

She immediately gripped her son's still-erect penis again, stroking it vigorously, the semen splashing before her eyes, covering his chest and abdomen. The semen was right in front of her. Susan could smell it. Then, her body convulsed, and she clamped her legs tightly together. She too reached orgasm, her body trembling uncontrollably with the rhythm of Tommy's ejaculation.

After a while, everything quieted down, except for the chirping of birds in the woods and the heavy breathing of the mother and son. Susan then raised her head, lying on her back, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Oh God, what would I have done if he hadn't ejaculated? she asked herself.

"I think we should go back," Susan said, sitting up. She looked down at his semen-covered abdomen and shuddered. She could feel the semen on her face cooling and beginning to dry.

"Mom, I'm...I'm sorry," Tommy said, feeling ashamed that he hadn't controlled himself and had ejaculated on her face. Tommy stared shyly at his mother's wet cheek and the streak of semen on her neck.

“Grab your shirt, let’s go.”

Tommy picked up his shirt, glancing hesitantly at his mother’s semen-stained cheeks and neck. “Want to wipe it off?” he asked, holding his shirt to his mother.

“No, I’m fine, don’t get your shirt dirty,” Susan said. She felt the semen trickling down her neck onto her breasts. It was a little unusual, but she liked it. She didn’t want to wipe it off. Bob used to ejaculate on her face all the time, and Susan wouldn’t wipe it off, letting it air dry.

They walked up the path, Susan swinging her hand, deliberately rubbing it against her son’s. She looked straight ahead, silently taking his hand and holding it tightly.

Tommy finally felt a sense of relief.

They walked hand in hand back to where they had been sitting. They gathered their blankets and belongings and silently drove home. Both mother and son were overwhelmed with thoughts.

6 Susan had been very busy all week. She often worked late, sometimes bringing unfinished work home. Tommy, meanwhile, was busy finishing his new school's soccer history materials, so they hadn't had time to talk about what happened at the park last weekend. Neither of them knew how to talk to the other, so they used the opportunity to reflect.

Susan felt guilty about what had happened. She felt as if she had defiled her son's innocence.

Tommy was worried that his mother would be angry with him for their relationship progressing this far. But she didn't seem angry, and their conversation at dinner seemed normal.

He also felt incredibly childish for not controlling himself and ejaculating on her face. She wouldn't wipe the semen off her face and refused the shirt he offered her.

On Friday night, Tommy mustered the courage to ask his mother if she wanted to go out with him. But when Susan told him they should sit down and talk, he suddenly became worried.

After a quiet dinner, Susan called Tommy to the living room.

"It's bound to happen," Tommy thought to himself.

Susan sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to Tommy, who was sitting opposite her. She took a deep breath and looked into her son's eyes. "Tommy, I feel terrible about what happened last weekend."

"Mom...I...I...um..." Tommy was interrupted.

"Let me say it," Susan said, taking her son's hands in hers. "I apologize for what happened at the lake. A mother shouldn't do that to her son. I drank too much, but that's no excuse. What I did wasn't what a mother should do. I...I..." Susan broke down in tears.

"Mom, you haven't done anything wrong. It's all because of me, and I feel ashamed," Tommy said, hugging his mother tightly.

Tommy held his mother for a long time, then suddenly felt he should tell her how he felt.

“Mom, no matter whose fault it was, I…I…I have to tell you, that was the best thing that ever happened to me,” Tommy said, reaching out to cup his mother’s tear-streaked face in his hands. “I will never, ever make you sad again…and I will never let you cry again.” Tommy could no longer hold back his tears.

“Oh, Tommy, I love you.”

Tommy gently kissed her lips. He straightened up, cupped her face in his hands, and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “I promise you, I will try harder to control myself,” he promised her.

“I will try harder to control myself too,” Susan said, a slight smile appearing on her face.

Tommy smiled back at her, jokingly saying, “But you must remember that I’m still an easily excitable little boy.”

Susan frowned. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Tommy laughed along with her, and they almost fell off their seats laughing.

Tommy stopped laughing and smiled at his mother. "Shall we go on another date?" she said.

"You're hopeless."

"I know. That's what you love about me. Please, let's go on another date!"

"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll behave," Susan said softly. "

I promise," he replied cheerfully. "

Wait, let's make a deal."

"No problem, a hundred rules," Tommy replied, waiting for her to agree to all her terms. "Go on, tell me."

"I don't know, but the most important thing is that we have to control ourselves. Don't let things get any worse."

"You mean you're not going to teach me how to date girls anymore? "

Susan was silent for a moment. She knew she was in a very dangerous situation. At this moment, her rational mind strongly urged her to stop this agreement with her son. However, in the end, her emotions wouldn't prevail. She said, "No, I mean we have to stop right away when we should stop. Whatever you're doing, no matter how difficult it is, if I say stop, you stop immediately. Do you agree?" Susan felt a surge of excitement.

Tommy, upon hearing this, wanted to scream with joy. He wanted to rejoice. This was something he hadn't expected at all.

He calmed himself, controlling his excited voice, and said, "That's enough. I'll follow your instructions completely. Shall we go out together tomorrow?"

Susan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tomorrow then."

The next evening, they went out for dinner together and then went home together. Tommy didn't ask to kiss her again, or do anything to her while she had drunk wine again. He behaved like a gentleman all evening, except that he wanted to look under Susan's skirt.

Whenever Susan's eyes met his, she would say, "Behave yourself." He was very proper from beginning to end, but she was a little disappointed.

The June evening was unusually chilly, so while Susan went upstairs to change, Tommy lit a fire in the fireplace. Then he went into the kitchen to get his mother a bottle of wine and an empty glass. He went back to get himself a can of Coke. Next, he turned on the CD player and played a soft song. He also lit several scented candles around the room.

He sat on the sofa, and then he saw Susan come down the stairs. She was wearing a sky-blue silk pajama top and blouse. The color of her clothes complemented her beautiful blue eyes. Tommy whistled and handed her a glass of wine.

“Dancing?” Tommy asked. “I’m not very good at dancing, but I learn quickly.”

“Great! But I imagine you can’t dance at all?” “

I don’t know anything,” Tommy smiled shyly.

“Well, I guess this is a good lesson for you,” Susan said, taking a quick sip of wine before setting the glass on the table. “Your father was incredibly clumsy, but he was very hardworking, and just when he was almost there, he…” Susan’s voice choked. She stepped forward and pulled her son into her arms, resting her head on his shoulder.

After a moment, she realized she shouldn’t dwell on the past. She looked up at her son and smiled slightly. “You really need a good lesson,” she teased. “The first thing you need to remember now is not to step on your partner’s feet.”

“Ah, Mom, I know.”

They danced for about an hour. Susan taught him how to hold his partner and how to move his feet smoothly. Tommy was clever; he grasped the tricks of the trade very quickly. Finally, tired, they sat down together on the sofa.

“That was wonderful, Mom, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Any, please, dear.” “

Um… I… my friends often talk about things. You know, things about girls. They… talk about… oral sex.”

Oh, here we go again! Susan thought to herself.

“I… I… I’m just curious if girls really like it… um… tell me.”

Tommy asked his mother directly, nervous and starting to stutter. Suddenly he stopped, his face turning bright red. “I… I’m sorry, Mom, I shouldn’t have asked you something like that.”

“Of course you can ask. I should teach you some other things too,” Susan said, suddenly feeling like a teacher.

Tommy relaxed at his mother’s answer, so he continued, half-jokingly, “I know a lot of girls who have done it, but do they really like it? I mean… you know, do they like to eat those things?” His classmates at school often talked about this, and he was just curious to know if women really liked doing that.

“Um… I think some girls do like it.” “Your dad and I…” Susan stopped, not wanting to confide her private matters to her son. “I can tell some girls really like it, but I can’t be sure if they all actually enjoy eating it. But I think it’s like if there’s a bottle of whiskey in front of you, you wouldn’t waste it, would you?” Susan paused to let him understand. Then she continued, “It’s the same principle, so of course they wouldn’t waste those delicious things, you know?”

“Really! I… I’ve seen it in movies, but I thought it was just for film,” he said, shocked.

“But you have to remember that when men and women make love, it’s not all about the man and woman,” Susan said, almost angrily. Then her tone softened. “Men should willingly give women oral sex, and women should reciprocate in kind. A man who is good at oral sex will have many girlfriends.” Susan chuckled self-deprecatingly, her body trembling slightly, a small wave of pleasure washing over her.

Tommy sat there thinking, feeling his already erect penis begin to twitch. What he was hearing was too interesting. “Mom,” Tommy began, then hesitated and stopped.

“What is it?”

“Mom, you’ve already told me how to date girls, will you tell me… tell me… what you know about oral sex? I… I mean… how do those girls do it?” Tommy asked his mother, taking a great risk. He thought his mother would see right through him.

Susan sat there in silence for a while. She held her wine glass, her eyes fixed on the shimmering liquid. She felt a shiver run through her. “Tommy, I think your question goes against our agreement.”

“Really? I was just asking. Didn’t it hurt you?” Tommy said, pretending he was joking with his mother.

“No, not at all, but it reminds me of the past,” Susan said, placing her glass on the coffee table. She leaned against Tommy and cupped his head in her hands, bringing it to her lips. She thought about how this kiss had been going on all night. But Tommy was being too gentlemanly.

They embraced and kissed passionately for a long time. Finally, Susan felt Tommy’s hand on her breast through her silk nightgown. Susan thought it was time to stop. Then he grasped her soft breast, and Susan couldn’t help but open her lips and let out a soft moan to her son’s mouth. Then, to her surprise, Tommy reached up and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, unbuttoning it from top to bottom. Susan then opened her nightgown and pressed her naked body against her son. They breathed and moaned softly, mouth to mouth.

Finally, they separated, both panting heavily. At that moment, a flame of desire burned in Susan's eyes.

Tommy's eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on his mother's bare breasts. He lowered his head and kissed down her neck, feeling her hands gently cupping his face.

Susan cupped Tommy's face in her hands, her eyes fixed on him. Oh God, she thought, how could I refuse this boy? Her eyes remained fixed on him, her hand reaching down to his crotch, gently rubbing his penis. It throbbed and swelled in his trousers. Susan grabbed it, taking a breath to calm herself. She grasped his penis, feeling its immense size. A

loud protest raged within Susan's brain… Stop! Stop!

Just then, Tommy felt his mother's hand on his waist. His heart began to pound wildly.

Susan straightened up and unbuckled her son's shorts with both hands. Then, she slid off the sofa and sat on the floor between his legs, her top open in front of her son. She reached up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down. Tommy sat there, eyes wide, staring down at his mother.

"Could you lift yourself up a little?" Susan said.

Tommy snapped out of his daze, lifting his bottom off the sofa so his mother could pull his shorts down to his bare legs.

Susan sat up, taking another deep breath to calm herself. Now, her son was naked from the waist down, his erect penis throbbing in front of her. She paused deliberately for a moment. She didn't really want to see him ejaculate so quickly in the park. His penis looked incredibly beautiful, incredibly perfect. It was thicker and longer than his father's, the tangled blue veins clearly visible, a large, dazzling glans at the tip. Susan placed her hands on his thighs, slowly moving them toward his penis. She stared at his phallus in amazement. Slowly, she gently grasped it with both hands, as if it were a rare piece of porcelain.

Tommy groaned, his body shuddering.

“Don’t be nervous, I don’t want you to ejaculate so quickly again. A wonderful oral sex experience should be savored slowly,”

Susan said, guiding his engorged penis towards her mouth.

Tommy almost climaxed at his mother’s words. His body began to tremble.

Susan licked the glans with her tongue, then tasted his fluids; she found it delicious.

Tommy groaned again.

She licked the sensitive area along the lower edge of his glans with her wet tongue. Susan was very careful, afraid of stimulating him too much. From their experience at the park last weekend, she knew he ejaculated very quickly.

Susan took the glans into her mouth and gently sucked on it, then gently bit it with her teeth. Susan loved oral sex. She was the kind of woman who, she said, enjoyed eating semen. It was one of the things she liked to do with Tommy’s father. And she was very good at it. Tonight, she would use all her skills to give her son a wonderful orgasm, and then she would isolate him for a while, letting him suffer through that time.

Tommy watched in astonishment as his beautiful mother passionately sucked on his penis. She seemed lost in her own world. He watched her lick his penis with her tongue, then take the glans into her mouth. With each deep thrust of her penis into his mouth, he felt a pang of pleasure, almost moaning. Several times, as he trembled and neared orgasm, his mother would immediately grip the base of his penis tightly until he regained control. This was the most unbelievable sensation he had ever experienced.

Susan performed oral sex on him for about half an hour. She knew Tommy couldn't hold back much longer. In fact, it was she who couldn't hold back any longer. At this moment, she desperately wanted him to ejaculate; she wanted to taste his delicious semen. She hadn't tasted semen in a long time. Years ago, Susan had developed a liking for eating semen.

In this tense moment, Tommy longed to thrust his penis deep into his mother's mouth, but he remained seated, letting her guide him.

Susan straightened up, her hand gripping the base of his penis tightly, and licked the glans with her tongue.

She looked up at her son, seeing him still staring at her with wide eyes. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his glans. She quickly stroked his penis up and down a few times. This was enough to bring him to orgasm.

Tommy felt like his head was about to explode. He yelled loud enough for his neighbors to hear, his hips jerking off the sofa.

Susan was shocked by the force of his ejaculation. She looked up, but her mouth was still on his glans. The hot semen shot through her throat, instantly choking her. Before his second ejaculation, she quickly swallowed it. Wave after wave of semen poured into her mouth. She tried her best to swallow, but there was too much; some spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her son's testicles. Thick, white semen dripped from her chin, and Susan felt that familiar sensation return to her vagina. She swallowed another mouthful of semen and reached orgasm. Her vagina twitched and her body began to tremble. She paused for a moment, no longer swallowing his semen. As her mouth filled with semen, she immediately realized and swallowed the sticky substance in her mouth.

Tommy felt like he was about to die from pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense. He could hardly believe he was still alive, sitting on the sofa, ejaculating into his mother's mouth. And she was swallowing it! He could hear the straining sounds she made as she swallowed. Now he knew his mother was right; some girls do enjoy eating semen.

When Tommy had no more semen to ejaculate, Susan released his exhausted penis and licked the semen off his testicles with her tongue.

Tommy lay exhausted on the sofa. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's beautiful blue eyes looking at him. Her mouth and chin were covered in his thick, white semen, but she had swallowed almost all of it. Tommy couldn't help but reach down and lift his mother up.

Susan was surprised when Tommy kissed her. The two shared a sweet, passionate kiss.

Tommy and his mother both realized that the boundaries between them had been crossed, and there was no going back. Susan just hoped that her relationship with her son wouldn't progress any further. However, she knew that would be very difficult. After all, she was a woman, a woman with needs. She didn't know if he would be satisfied with just oral sex and wouldn't ask for anything more.

The next morning, she was putting on makeup in the bathroom, wearing a bra and panties. It was Saturday, and she didn't have to go to work. She looked in the mirror and saw Tommy peeking at her through the slightly ajar door. She sighed and turned to face him.

Tommy smiled slightly and pushed open the door. “Good morning, Mom,” he said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Good morning, darling.” Susan gently kissed his lips, then turned to continue applying makeup in the mirror.

Tommy stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist.

She saw him staring at her naked body in the mirror. Her nipples, barely covered by her thin bra, began to harden. Then she saw his hands slowly caress her from her abdomen upwards. As his hands touched her breasts through her breasts, he nuzzled his cheek against her neck, then kissed her neck. She trembled and whispered, “Tommy.” However, her words carried no warning, and she did not make him stop.

Slowly, Tommy slipped his hands under her bra. “I want to see your breasts,” he whispered.

His mother only groaned, and he mustered his courage to push up the bra, revealing her breasts. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed when he saw his two enormous breasts exposed in the mirror. He immediately grabbed her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully.

“Tommy,” Susan groaned, completely losing her will to resist. She could feel her son’s erect penis pressing against her back. She took a deep breath and turned around in Tommy’s arms. She saw him smile slightly at her, then he lowered his head and kissed her lips with his eyes closed. Susan didn’t let him kiss her, but knelt down instead.

She eagerly unfastened his shorts and pulled them down. His erect penis sprang out and hit her face, and Susan cried out. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Oh, Mom,” he couldn’t help but groan as his mother took his penis into her mouth and began to suckle.

Tommy thrust his hips, causing his penis to penetrate deep into her throat. He saw her sucking his penis, her face beaming with pleasure. Tommy quickly reached his climax. “Mom,” he hissed. She ignored him, and he called out again, “Mom!”

Susan, with her son’s penis in her mouth, groaned and looked up at him.

“Mom…can I…breasts?”

Susan’s eyes widened in surprise. Good heavens, he looked so much like his father. This was something he used to love doing to her. Susan slowly spat out the penis from her mouth. She looked up and smiled slightly at Tommy.

Then she kissed the glans tenderly, then thrust upwards until his penis was nestled between her breasts. She reached behind her to unhook her bra and tossed it to the floor. Next, Susan grabbed a tube of face cream from the counter. Without a word, she squeezed some between her breasts, then pressed his penis between her breasts, squeezing them together.

“Oh…” Tommy groaned in pleasure, his penis nestled between her breasts, feeling incredibly good.

He watched excitedly as she slid her breasts up and down, kissing the glans as it slid inside. Tommy knew he wouldn’t last long. This was insane. He thrust his hips rapidly, his penis plunging in and out between his mother's breasts so quickly she could no longer kiss the glans.

Susan pressed her breasts together, gripping her son's penis tightly, and looked up to see his face contorted with pleasure. Then, she saw his face tense; she knew he was about to climax and ejaculate.

"Oh my god, Mom… I'm going to… oh… I'm coming…" Suddenly, Tommy's penis twitched, and a stream of semen shot into the air, splashing onto his mother's chin and dripping down her chest. Then, stream after stream of semen gushed out, all splashing onto her chest. As the ejaculation stopped, a trickle of semen slowly dripped from the urethra.

When the last drop of semen was released, Tommy swayed and took a step back. He saw his mother looking at her semen-covered breasts. Then he saw her smear the sticky semen onto her skin.

Susan was completely absorbed in what she was doing. A few minutes later, realizing Tommy was watching her, she stood up. “I need to put on makeup now, so please give me some private time.”

“Um…okay.”

As soon as Tommy left, Susan immediately closed the door. She pulled down her panties and began masturbating with her semen-covered hands. She massaged her semen-covered breasts with her other hand until she reached a powerful orgasm.

Finally, Susan sighed, pulled up her panties, and put on her bra over her still-wet breasts. She found it strange that she didn't feel as guilty as before. It seemed that after each encounter with her son, she felt less guilty. This worried her.

The following evening, Susan and Tommy were invited to their neighbor's house for a graduation party. Susan found a low-cut black mini-dress to wear. The dress was revealing, so she had to wear a bra to prevent most of her breasts from being exposed.

As Tommy complained about wearing a bow tie, he saw his mother come down the stairs, and his mouth immediately fell silent. His eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts. “Wow, Mom!” He didn’t know what to say to his mother.

“Are you praising me?” she laughed. “Let’s go.”

Susan and Tommy walked down the street to Wilson’s house. The house was very large, with a driveway in front. In the backyard, nestled among trimmed hedges, was a very large, secluded swimming pool. It was the largest house in the neighborhood, and on the edge of town.

Shirley Wilson greeted them at the door. She hugged Susan, then kissed Tommy on the cheek and invited them inside. Many people had already arrived. Soon, several women Susan knew called her over to chat. He was left to wander around on his own. He recognized some children, but not many adults. Several teenage girls approached Tommy to talk, but he only exchanged a few words with them. He kept an eye on his mother.

Occasionally, Susan would look around for Tommy. When she noticed him watching her, she smiled and gestured for him to go to the girls. Tommy shook his head, indicating he didn't want to go there, and she pouted angrily.

In the hour before the party, Susan had drunk a great deal of wine. As soon as her glass was empty, someone would immediately refill it. Soon, she felt dizzy.

When she looked around for Tommy again, she saw him standing by the sliding glass door leading to the pool.

She saw him gesture for her to come to him. Sensing something was wrong, she shook her head, indicating she wouldn't go, and smiled at him from where she stood. Every few minutes she looked at him, and he gestured for her to come with him. Finally, she gave up and went to him.

"Let's go outside for some fresh air," Tommy said, leading his mother out through the glass door.

It was a beautiful moonlit night, with fireflies twinkling and chirping in the cloudless sky. Tommy and Susan walked along the sidewalk into the trimmed hedge. As they reached the innermost part, Tommy suddenly pulled his mother aside. He immediately embraced her and kissed her.

"Tommy... mmm..." Susan moaned, resisting. This was too dangerous, she thought. But she couldn't dissuade him; his tongue was already teasing her mouth. Soon, Susan gave up resisting, her body going limp in Tommy's strong embrace. She felt his hands stroking down her bare back, grasping her buttocks.

Tommy thrust his lower body towards her, letting her know he was very aroused.

Susan moaned, offering her lower body to him.

"Mom, I want that," Tommy gasped as their lips parted after the passionate kiss. "Every time I look at you, I have this urge to rush over and kiss you."

The kiss and the numbing effect of the alcohol left Susan feeling dizzy. She offered her lips again, and this time their kiss lasted longer. When she teased his tongue into his mouth, he immediately sucked on it. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, and she moaned. He reached his hands under the back of her skirt, roughly kneading her soft, smooth buttocks.

Tommy withdrew one hand and touched Susan's bare thigh.

"Tommy," Susan exclaimed, feeling his palm slowly stroking upwards from her thigh. Ignoring her own warnings, she slightly parted her legs. "Oh, God," she whispered as his palm touched her genitals.

Tommy was thrilled when he first touched a woman's private parts. His fingers immediately began to explore the wet, swollen labia. Then, one of his fingers touched a small opening dripping with vaginal fluid.

"Tommy, Tommy, please," Susan pleaded, as if begging him not to stop. "Oh..."

A long, pleasurable moan escaped her slightly upturned lips as his fingers slowly penetrated her body.

Soon, Tommy's hand was soaked with his mother's vaginal fluids. He moved his fingers in and out, feeling the heat and smoothness inside. Just as she was about to resist, he inserted another finger into her vagina. He heard her moan again and felt her hips thrust downwards, causing his two fingers to penetrate deeply inside.

Susan no longer restrained herself. Her hips began to move up and down, using her vagina to manipulate her son's fingers. She felt extremely dizzy. After a few movements, her body began to tremble.

Tommy was a little surprised that his mother was trembling. Suddenly, he realized that she had reached orgasm under his fingers. He smiled slightly and forcefully thrust his two fingers inside her, making a loud "smack" sound in the unusually quiet night.

When Susan's body stopped trembling, she almost collapsed into Tommy's arms.

Tommy peered over the fence, seeing no one else emerge from the house. He placed his hands on his mother's shoulders and gently pressed her down. "Suck me," he hissed, pressing her to her knees. Susan

knelt on the cool grass, still feeling dizzy. "Tommy, this is crazy," she said, looking up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire in the moonlight. And as she spoke, she unzipped his pants.

Tommy looked over the fence again, making sure no one was coming out. He turned back and saw his mother grasping his large penis, opening her mouth to take it in. "Ah..." he groaned as his penis entered her mouth.

The scent of his penis also made Susan moan. She felt Tommy's hands gripping her head. He moved her head back and forth. At this moment, her hands began to stroke him, wanting him to ejaculate quickly.

Although the alcohol had made Susan dizzy, she knew they were in danger and could be discovered at any moment.

Luckily, Tommy was about to ejaculate into his mother's mouth. But suddenly, a different, and rather obscene, idea struck him. He pulled back and with a pop, pulled his penis out of her mouth.

Susan looked up at him in surprise. Then she saw him pulling the straps of her skirt and bra down her arms. "What are you doing?" she whispered in fear.

Tommy didn't answer; he continued to pull them down until her breasts fell out of her bra. Grabbing his penis, he leaned towards her and whispered excitedly, "Give me a handjob, let me ejaculate into your bra."

"Oh, Tommy, no!" Susan cried out in protest. But she still reached out and grabbed his penis, stroking it for him. She stroked his penis rapidly, her fist becoming indistinguishable from a fist.

“It’s coming, it’s coming,” Tommy groaned, his legs tensing.

Susan gasped for breath. She couldn’t believe what she was doing was arousing her. When she heard Tommy about to ejaculate, she immediately aimed the head of his penis at one of the cups of her bra. She watched as the thick, white semen sprayed into her bra, and her body trembled. Several spurts of semen coated the inner pad of that cup, and Susan immediately aimed the head of her penis at the other cup. Soon, Tommy’s thick semen flowed down and gathered in the middle of the bra.

Suddenly, a sound came from the other side of the house.

The sound grew closer, and Susan immediately pulled her skirt straps back up and pulled up her bra straps, tucking her breasts deeper into the wet bra. She couldn’t help but groan when she felt her nipples stick to Tommy’s warm semen. Then she helped Tommy put his penis back into his pants. Just as they stood up and stepped out from behind the fence, Shirley… Wilson and a friend arrived just in time to see them.

“Oh, I told you you were here,” Shirley said. “I told Meg I saw you and Tommy come out together.”

“Um…yes, Tommy and I came out for some fresh air.”

“Come with me, Meg and I have something to ask you.”

Tommy watched the two women and his mother leave. He smiled slightly. Good heavens, they almost found out!

He thought with alarm.

Susan followed them back into the house. She could feel the tips of her breasts as if they were soaked in her son's semen, and the thought made her wet, soaking her panties. She could even smell the fragrance of semen, and she desperately hoped no one else would smell it. Susan knew she had to get away from them quickly and find a bathroom to release her rekindled desire.

8 After the party incident, Susan and Tommy gradually adapted to their new relationship. Susan still knew it was wrong, but she no longer blamed herself. She considered her son's request normal. This became their little secret.

Whenever one of them had a free moment, they would immediately go to the other. However, it always seemed to happen when Susan was putting on makeup, and Tommy would come to her and chat. Before long, his intentions became clear; he wanted more than just a simple chat. Susan rarely refused his requests.

Every morning, when Susan was ready for work, he would show her his erect penis. She would take it into her mouth without hesitation, and a moment later, she would swallow his semen. Many nights they would do it again. If they missed a morning or evening, she would feel very disappointed. She felt as if she were addicted to eating her son's semen.

About a week later, one morning, Susan had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. Just as she took her underwear out of the drawer, Tommy knocked on her bedroom door. Susan let him in.

"Good morning, Mom," Tommy greeted his mother cheerfully from his bed.

"Hello, darling."

“What are we doing today?” Tommy asked, staring intently at his mother.

“There’s a lot of work to do in the yard, so I think we’d better stay home and finish it.”

“Well, annoying,” Tommy said, feigning annoyance.

Susan untied her bathrobe and pulled it to the floor, standing naked in front of Tommy without a trace of shame.

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he said sincerely.

“Thank you,” Susan whispered. Now, standing naked before him, she felt no more embarrassment. As she bent down to put on her underwear, she saw his eyes fixed on her large breasts swaying beneath her. She slowly pulled up her shorts, enjoying the thrill of being stared at naked by a man. When the smooth underwear was up to her thighs, she turned her back to him. She heard him gasp. Beneath her shapely buttocks lay a full, alluring vulva, the pubic hair tufted together still damp and glistening.

Tommy's penis was already erect before he entered the house, but now it throbbed incessantly inside his tight underwear, as if trying to break free. As his mother went to get her bra, he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out.

This time it was Susan's turn to gasp, because as she turned around, she saw him gripping his erect penis. Each time she saw it, it seemed a little bigger than before. She stood motionless, swallowing hard, her bra in her hand, watching him slowly masturbate. In Susan's more than ten years of marriage, she had never seen her husband masturbate. Sometimes she asked him to masturbate in front of her, but he would refuse. He said it would embarrass him. Clearly, Tommy didn't have that problem as his father.

Tommy stared at his mother's face as she watched him masturbate. He felt an incredible excitement masturbating under her gaze. "Do you like watching me masturbate?" Tommy asked breathlessly.

Just as Susan was about to answer, her throat suddenly went dry. “I like it,” she choked out in a hoarse whisper.

“Then sit down and I’ll show you.”

Susan stepped back until she was seated, her eyes never leaving Tommy.

Tommy stood up and slowly took off his shirt. Then he unbuttoned his shorts, grabbing them with both hands to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned his back to his mother. Like he was performing a striptease, he slowly pulled his shorts down to his hips. Tommy and his mother were both utterly shocked by his audacity.

Susan sat there, mesmerized, watching her son undress before her. The last time she had seen Tommy completely naked was when he was just a child. And now, as Tommy pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off his body, standing naked before her, she thought he was no longer a child. She scrutinized his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and strong, his waist narrow, and his glutes were prominently muscular from regular soccer training. In fact, his glutes were the best part of his body. They looked firm and well-defined. His thighs were strong, without an ounce of excess fat. He would look amazing in a striptease, Susan thought.

Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was throbbing, and a long, clear stream of pre-ejaculate hung from the tip. Tommy began masturbating again. More pre-ejaculate gushed out, pulling a silvery line down to the floor. "Oh my god, Mom, I'm going to cum," he warned. His hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he grabbed the base of his penis with one hand and aimed it at his other. Suddenly, his penis twitched, and a large amount of semen shot out.

Susan watched with fascination and excitement as her son ejaculated into his own hand. She saw a patch of white semen on his palm, and more was seeping from between his fingers and around his hand. With a groan, Susan immediately knelt on the floor and licked up the semen that was spilling from his hand. As soon as Tommy finished ejaculating, Susan grabbed his semen-covered hand and poured it into her mouth.

In another similar incident, just as Susan was about to leave for work, her son caught up with her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

“Tommy, I’m all done with my makeup,” she protested. But he ignored her and continued kissing her lips, then her face, then her neck.

“Suck it!” he commanded.

Susan groaned and immediately knelt before her son. She put down her briefcase and grasped his penis. She deftly licked the tip of his glans with her tongue, drawing the newly released pre-ejaculate into her mouth. The stimulation of her wet tongue on his sensitive glans made him groan softly. Then she took the entire head of his penis into her mouth. She groaned softly as she sucked on it with her lips.

Tommy cupped his mother's face in his hands. He thrust his hips, and he could see his penis sliding beneath her cheek. He could feel it as she sucked it deep into her throat, his thumb pressing against her cheek.

Susan sucked on Tommy's penis until she felt him nearing orgasm. Just as she was about to swallow his semen, she felt his hands push against her shoulders. Surprisingly, she let him pull his penis out of her mouth, and she stood up. When he kissed her, she offered no further resistance. Her makeup could be touched up later.

As their bodies glued together, Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. They pressed their genitals tightly against each other. She knew there would be a wet stain on the front of her skirt. She felt Tommy pull up her skirt, and her body trembled. However, as he grasped his penis and tried to insert it between her legs, she could no longer remain silent and cried out, "Tommy, no!" Suddenly, she realized how lucky she was; she was wearing underwear. This was the only barrier preventing him from inserting his penis into her vagina. He then made no further moves, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if she could stop Tommy from stopping.

"Oh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips back and forth, pumping his penis between her warm thighs. He could feel the head of his penis against her labia, and the crotch of her underwear was quickly soaked with their juices.

When Susan was sure Tommy was about to ejaculate, she pushed him away.

Tommy thought she was going to kneel down and suck his penis again. However, he was surprised to find her hand reaching down to her crotch, pulling the bottom of her underwear to one side of her vulva. At that moment, Tommy thought his mother wanted him to insert his penis.

But Susan had no such intention. She grasped Tommy's penis and placed it between the wet crotch of her underwear and her vagina. His penis was inserted into her panties at an odd angle. This caused Susan's labia to part, her wet, tender flesh gripping his penis, while the soft, soaked panties clung to it. Then she began to thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing his penis with her swollen labia. She knew Tommy wouldn't last long.

After only a few rubs, he could no longer bear the waves of pleasurable pleasure spreading throughout his body from his penis. He groaned, then his penis convulsed, ejaculating thick semen into her small red panties.

Susan then reached orgasm as well. She felt her son's semen spray onto her vulva, her legs swaying, her body convulsing. If Tommy hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

When Tommy felt his mother stop trembling, he weakly took a step back.

Susan felt her vision blurring. She swayed as she straightened up, leaning against the door. When she caught her breath, she shook her head. "Oh my god, another step forward," she thought.

Tommy gave his mother a weak, slight smile. Then he tucked his limp penis back into his shorts and said, "Have a nice day."

Susan picked up her briefcase and opened the door. As she stepped out, she felt a cool breeze on her wet crotch. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go back inside to dry herself, but decided to go to work like this. She felt so obscene that her body trembled. Susan left her vulva covered in her son's semen and drove to the company alone.

One evening, Susan sat at her desk, still in her work clothes—a white top and a sky-blue skirt. She unconsciously thought about her relationship with her son, a thought she often had. In the past few days, she had felt no guilt whatsoever. Their relationship had completely crossed the line she had imagined. So far, their boundaries had been limited to oral sex and masturbation. A sharp question lingered in her mind: how far would their relationship go? She was increasingly losing control of the situation. Every day, things progressed a step further.

It seemed that almost every time they were together, they never let their hands leave each other's bodies.

He would caress her, or kiss her, and that would be it. And she would react, and that would be it.

“Hello, Mom,” Tommy said, coming in and sitting down.

“Hello, Tommy. I thought you went to play football with John.”

“I thought so, but he caught a cold, so our date was canceled.”

“That’s a shame.”

“It’s nothing. I prefer staying home with you.”

Susan looked at him and shook her head. “What should I do with you?” she asked.

“Make love to me,” he said with a smile, opening his arms to her.

Susan put down her pen and went over to sit on Tommy’s lap. She gently kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt safe in his embrace.

“Mom, you… um… we’ve… done so much together…” Tommy stammered.

Susan remained silent, surprised, unsure of what he was trying to say.

“You said… um… you said it’s selfish for a man… not to reciprocate his partner.”

Instantly, Susan knew what her son wanted. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it. Then she knew this would take their relationship a big step forward.

“You’ll teach me…teach me…to give you oral sex?”

Susan was silent for a long time. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

A huge struggle was raging in her mind. On one hand, they had already done so much, and their relationship was progressing well—how could she refuse him? On the other hand, she knew very well that if she agreed to his request, their relationship would take a whole new turn. And she knew his mouth would give her incredible pleasure. There must be downsides. What would the consequences be? Who could tell me what to do?

“Don’t ask me, I…I don’t know, Tommy,” she said hesitantly. “Let me think about it.”

Tommy’s body trembled with excitement. Every time she said this, she would agree to his request after thinking it over. “That’s fine,” he said, his hand caressing her breasts.

Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her buttocks. She sighed and slid down from his lap, kneeling between his legs.

Tommy smiled slightly and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his engorged penis. As she grabbed it with both hands, he immediately grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away. He slightly arched his back and shoved the head of his penis into her mouth. He watched his mother perform oral sex on him for a while, then stood up, his penis still in her mouth.

Susan straightened up, letting Tommy stand in front of her. She knew what he wanted to do; he grabbed her arms and began thrusting his hips. Tommy wanted to thrust his thick cock into her mouth, she thought.

As his penis plunged in, a groan escaped from her swollen lips.

Tommy released his mother's hands and grabbed her head. His hips moved back and forth, while his mother's hands gripped her breasts, sometimes kneading them hard, sometimes pinching her long nipples with her fingers. He heard his mother coughing as he fucked her, but she still moved forward, allowing his penis to penetrate her throat.

Somehow, Susan suddenly felt incredibly submissive, a feeling unlike herself. But at that moment, this was exactly how she felt. She groaned, urging her son to thrust into her harder. Tommy's movements became rapid, saliva dripping from the corners of her swollen, thin lips.

Tommy spread his legs, knees slightly bent, and thrust his hips rapidly, slamming his penis into her mouth. He gripped her hair with both hands, pumping violently. He felt an unprecedented surge of desire.

Soon, Tommy felt his testicles tighten. He was ready to ejaculate immediately. Suddenly, Tommy pulled his penis out of his mother's mouth. He released his mother's hair, gripping the base of his penis. He didn't want to ejaculate. However, as he looked down, he saw her expectant expression on her face, and he knew he couldn't control himself.

Susan's breathing became rapid. She knelt there, her eyes wide open, watching her son's trembling penis, waiting.

As Tommy gripped the base of his penis tightly, he could feel his semen gushing from his hand. Suddenly, he roared and released the hand that was holding his penis. His semen shot towards her head and then landed on her hair. A second spurt shot directly into her face, splattering her forehead and cheeks with sticky white semen. Then another spurt shot into her face.

Susan closed her eyes, clamping her thighs tightly together, and she too reached orgasm. As she felt her son's semen gushing onto her face, her vagina throbbed with pleasure as she reached another climax. She faced the incoming semen, as if she were in a shower of semen.

Surprisingly, Tommy's orgasms seemed endless, semen dripping from her face, flowing onto her white top and skirt. Finally, his orgasms subsided, his legs gave way, and he slumped into the chair. From his squinting eyes, he saw his mother smearing semen from her face into her mouth.
The next morning, as they ate breakfast together, Tommy brought up his question again. “Mom, you said you’d consider my request, have you thought it through?”

Susan looked at her son and smiled slightly. “Later,” she replied curtly. Susan had made up her mind, but she didn’t want to tell him her answer yet.

Later, Tommy thought of his mother’s words. That meant she agreed. He couldn’t contain his joy and smiled.

Susan and Tommy decided to have dinner at their usual restaurant that evening. As usual, Tommy arrived early in the living room to wait for his mother. Then, she came downstairs, wearing high heels and a very short skirt. However, she wore a black top with a row of buttons down the front, over which she wore a white shirt. Judging by her upper body alone, she looked like a teacher. But her skirt was far too revealing and sexy. Tommy found her outfit odd, but he said nothing.

When Susan got into the car, she pretended to unconsciously spread her legs, allowing her son a clear view of her pink panties and the white, smooth cleavage peeking out from her stockings. Tommy had once been bold enough to place his hand on her thigh. He drove with one hand and used the other to push up her skirt, turning his head to look at her panties. Susan let Tommy's hand wander over her thigh, but when he touched her panties, she pressed his hand down, afraid he would be distracted while driving. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, gently telling him to concentrate on driving.

Susan and Tommy went inside the restaurant and sat at a table that felt special to them, a very secluded spot. They chatted while waiting for the waitress to take their order. When the waitress left, Susan said she needed to use the restroom. A few minutes later, she returned and stood next to Tommy. She held out her fist, gesturing for him to open his hand; she had something for him. Susan placed something in his palm, then turned and sat back down.

Tommy frowned at his mother, then opened his hand. When he saw it was a pair of pink underwear, he felt his penis twitch and instantly swell inside his pants. It was his mother's underwear. Suddenly, he caught sight of the waitress out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately put his hand, which had been holding his mother's underwear, under the table. He didn't know if the waitress had seen what he was holding, but he knew his face was burning red. Then he saw his mother sitting there, watching his awkward situation, and giving him a knowing smile.

After the waitress placed their food down and turned to leave, Tommy pulled his hand from under the table to the surface. He looked at the small pair of panties and noticed a wet patch on the crotch. Without hesitation, he brought the wet patch to his nose, took a deep breath, and kept his eyes fixed on his mother.

At that moment, Susan saw Tommy sniffing the wet patch of her panties, and she was shocked.

He kissed the wet patch, then licked it from one end to the other with his tongue.

Susan shuddered, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

Tommy's penis was now fully erect. This was the first time he had tasted his mother's vaginal fluid. Reluctantly, he put his mother's panties into his shirt pocket, feeling his hand trembling. Then he reached down and adjusted his penis, feeling it feel a little better against his pants.

Susan suddenly realized that Tommy was retaliating for her earlier teasing. However, Susan had other plans.

During their meal, Tommy and Susan ate in silence, neither uttering a sound, only gazing deeply into each other's eyes. About halfway through, Tommy noticed his mother looking around. Susan, seeing no one else around, reached for her shirt and began to unbutton it. Tommy assumed she was hot and wanted to take it off. She unbuttoned it completely and pulled it aside. Tommy was shocked; he saw that her blouse was completely transparent. He could clearly see his mother's firm breasts and her alluring pink nipples.

Tommy felt he couldn't eat any more dinner. He thought about his mother sitting across from him, completely naked, and he thought he might finally get his wish tonight.

"Mom, shall we go?" Tommy asked, having only eaten half his meal.

"I think that's a good suggestion, and besides, I think I still owe you a lesson."

Tommy's penis twitched in his pants, and he jumped up, almost dragging his mother out of the restaurant.

On their drive home, Susan took off her top, sitting next to her son in only her see-through blouse. Tommy was extremely excited, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

Susan knew it was dangerous to tease him while he was driving. But all day she had been thinking about how to surprise her son that night, and he was indeed surprised, but her actions had also aroused her now.

As Tommy hurried home, he suddenly found the speed limit incredibly annoying. When he parked near his house, he immediately jumped out of the car and ran to open the door for his mother. As Susan turned to get out, her vulva was exposed before his eyes. He was shocked, his eyes wide open—she had no pubic hair. Her golden pubic hair had been shaved clean, and now her vulva looked smooth. Tommy stood there motionless, staring between his mother's legs. Now his heart was pounding very, very hard; he felt as if she could hear it.

When Susan decided to have Tommy perform oral sex on her, she decided to shave her pubic hair. Her father liked it when she shaved it clean. She got out of the car, stood in front of him, and smiled slightly. “What’s wrong, darling?” she asked, knowing perfectly well what was wrong with him. Her slight smile indicated she had the upper hand this time.

“Um… um… nothing,” he said with difficulty.

Susan turned and walked toward their house, still smiling.

Tommy stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly realized he was standing alone on the side of the road. He hurriedly caught up with his mother and went back to their cozy home with her.

“Tommy, pour me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room,” Susan said, turning and going into the living room.

Tommy hurriedly took out the wine, his hands trembling so badly as he poured it into the glass that it almost slipped from his grasp. He tried to steady the glass with both hands and placed it back in the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Tommy handed her the glass with trembling hands, the wine almost spilling from the rim. He didn’t notice that his mother’s hands were also trembling badly.

Susan took a large sip of wine and patted the spot next to her.

Tommy sat down silently. He was afraid his voice would suddenly go hoarse and he wouldn't be able to speak.

Susan sighed and said, "Tommy, this is important to us. I know you really want... well...

to give me oral sex, and you've wanted it for a long time. To be honest, I want it just as much as you do. That's one of the reasons I miss your father. He was so, so amazing. Your father... your father and I used to do it all the time. And our first time was on the couch, and at his mother's house. It was crazy, your father's parents, your grandparents, were sleeping next door. We did so many crazy things," she added, her eyes becoming misty, and she stopped talking.

Tommy reached out and took his mother's hand, sitting silently, waiting for her to continue.

“Tommy, sometimes I’m so confused. I know what we’re doing is wrong, but… but I can’t resist you. It’s very dangerous for us. Those things are too unbelievable.”

“Mom… um… then we don’t have to do those things.”

“Shh…” Susan shushed him and placed her finger to his lips.

Susan stood up in front of Tommy and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She shrugged, sliding it off her shoulder, then stopped, letting Tommy stare at her large breasts, which were almost touching his face.

Tommy could see she was very excited; her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. His breathing also became rapid.

Slowly, Susan pulled her skirt up from her thighs. When it was level with her hips, she paused for a moment, deliberately teasing Tommy. Then, she pulled him up to her waist, followed by an excited moan from her lips.

Tommy gasped. He had never been so excited. His mother's wet, excited, swollen vulva was displayed before him. Her pubic area was completely hairless. The vulva was smooth and glistening, while her labia minora were turned outwards, clinging with lengths of vaginal fluid that trembled as if about to spill onto the floor. The tops of her nylon stockings at the base of her thighs were already wet with her fluids, looking glistening.

When Susan saw Tommy trying to grab her, she pushed him away. "Wait a minute," she said, turning to a chair. She kicked off her high heels and pulled her skirt up to her waist, then plopped down on the chair. Next, she lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests of the sofa, obscenely exposing her vulva to Tommy.

Susan beckoned to her son with a finger, panting, "I think this position is best for you kneeling before me."

Tommy jumped up and pounced on his mother, his eyes fixed on her vulva.

"Take your clothes off first."

Susan watched Tommy undress at record speed, then toss his clothes haphazardly onto the floor. She then looked at her son's naked body. Her gaze traveled from top to bottom, finally settling on his throbbing penis. "My God, he'll drive his women crazy someday," she thought.

Tommy knelt between Susan's legs and brought his mouth to her swollen, dripping vulva. His hands trembled as he forcefully spread her thighs and buried his head inside.

"Wait, darling," Susan said, placing her hands on her son's shoulders and pushing him back.

"You need to learn about women's bodies before you give me oral sex," Susan said, emphasizing the word "oral sex."

Tommy knelt on his heels, watching his mother spread her legs even wider. His eyes widened as his mother parted her pink labia with her fingers. Tommy felt saliva dripping from his mouth. He could smell an exciting aroma, and he saw her vaginal fluids flowing from her open vulva.

“Do you see this little bump?” Susan said, pointing to her clitoris. “It’s the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. It’s very sensitive, you have to touch it gently. I’ll tell you more later, teach you how to stimulate it. Below are the labia majora, and inside are the labia minora.” She gently pulled the labia minora apart, letting him know how soft they were.

“The labia majora aren’t very sensitive, you can press them a little harder. But this,” Susan said, twirling the labia minora with her fingers, “is very sensitive. You see, they get very wet when I’m aroused.” She tried to control her emotions, explaining to him in a normal tone. But inside, desire was burning. From her son’s surprised and excited gaze, she knew he was just as excited as she was.

Tommy saw his mother’s vulva was drooling, all from the flowing vaginal fluids that had gathered there.

As he waited for her to give him oral sex, he could feel his penis secreting fluid. He gasped for breath, as if he were suffocating. He felt extremely dizzy, as if he were falling from a very high mountain.

"That little fleshy hole inside is where the penis goes in, but it prefers to be stimulated by the tongue." Susan felt her breathing becoming labored as she continued to explain to her son with difficulty. "Oh..." She touched her sensitive clitoris with her finger, causing her to involuntarily groan. "I... I didn't tell you before, this... this is the clitoris," Susan said in a trembling voice, spreading her labia wide with her hands to let the little fleshy bump peek out, her hands trembling with excitement.

Tommy's gaze was fixed on where his mother was talking. He stared fascinated at the little fleshy bump, bulging out, like a miniature version of the glans penis.

“The clitoris…it’s…very sensitive. When I’m aroused, even the slightest touch is unbearable. It’s completely swollen now. You have to touch it very gently,” Susan said frantically.

Tommy had learned most of this in high school biology class. But back then, all the boys treated it as a joke, and no one paid attention. Now, his mother was explaining it to him with her own body, and he felt incredibly excited. Tommy’s eyes never left her vulva. Then he saw her tease her labia with a finger.

“Oh…God!” Susan moaned with her eyes closed in pleasure.

He watched in astonishment as she inserted a finger into her vulva. Then another, and then a third, all the way in. When Susan pulled them out, they were wet and covered in her vaginal fluid.

Susan’s hand trembled as she reached out to her son.

Tommy put all three fingers in his mouth and sucked on them hard. The scent was different from the one he'd previously tasted on her panties; it was stronger and more fragrant.

"I want you to lick me right now, Tommy," Susan said hoarsely, pointing to her vulva. "It's time you practice. I want you to lick my cunt. I want your tongue so much, please, please, lick it for me," Susan screamed, no longer holding back.

Tommy immediately leaned forward, his mouth almost touching her labia.

Susan cupped his head in her hands, trying to press it against her crotch.

Tommy resisted; they were both in unbearable agony. His face was right in front of her dripping vulva; he breathed deeply, amazed by the scent. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked her smooth labia. Tommy heard his mother groan; this was the first time he'd ever tried licking a woman's vulva. Then he withdrew his tongue and smacked it in his mouth. Susan

saw her son tasting her fluids, and a surge of excitement coursed through her; she couldn't help but moan aloud. She grabbed his head again, now completely consumed by her desire. “Gently, gently, lick the outside first,” she instructed, manipulating his head with both hands.

Tommy let his mother manipulate his head, his tongue darting out, licking her vulva under her guidance. Suddenly, he was surprised why his friends always talked about this during training. He thought it was something wonderful and private, how could they treat it so lightly? He knew he would love it deeply from now on.

As Tommy’s tongue and mouth became more skilled, Susan no longer needed to hold his head. He took her vulva into his mouth, sucking the swollen labia. Then he gently bit them with his teeth, followed by licking the folds with his tongue.

“Oh… good, good, suck them, suck my cunt. Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore. Suck, suck harder,” Susan screamed frantically. At this moment, she writhed her hips, responding to his licking tongue. She lifted his head slightly, his tongue licking her clitoris. She lifted her legs, clamping them tightly around his neck, pressing his mouth against her vulva.

She endured the pleasurable torment with difficulty. Suddenly, she let out a long moan, reaching orgasm. The intense climax washed over her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and scream loudly. She held the poor boy's head tightly, her convulsing vulva pressing against his nose and mouth, almost suffocating him.

Tommy didn't care. His face was submerged in his mother's vaginal fluids. Her labia were deformed, pressing against his face, the fluids flowing from his forehead to his chin. It almost felt as if his face had been washed in her vaginal fluids.

"Oh...oh...oh, God! Tommy..." Susan arched her hips, her back arching in the chair.

Tommy was pleased to see his mother enjoying himself so much. He plunged his tongue deep into her convulsing vagina, where it was immediately gripped tightly by the smooth vaginal walls.

Susan's orgasms continued relentlessly. Each time she thought her orgasm was about to end, Tommy's tongue would stir inside her vagina, bringing her to another climax. She felt her heart pounding, her breathing becoming labored, and she felt herself about to faint.

Finally, after a few shudders, Susan's orgasms subsided. At this point, she had to push his head away from her sensitive vulva. She had never experienced such a prolonged and wonderful orgasm. She felt as if her body was falling apart. She slumped into the chair, her legs still wrapped around his neck. She looked at her son and saw him kneeling there, grinning. Tommy's face was covered in her fluids.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot how wonderful this felt," Susan gasped as her breath caught in her throat. "Tommy, you just gave me the most wonderful orgasm ever. Thank you... thank you, you did a great job. I love you," he said, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Tommy knelt at his heels, a smile on his face.

“Come here, let me serve you,” Susan said, pulling Tommy up.

Tommy leaped up, standing beside his mother, and held his engorged penis to her lips.

“Oh my god, your cock is so cute,” Susan murmured, holding her son’s penis up to her face.

She gripped Tommy’s penis tightly, feeling his wildly pounding heartbeat through it. As she squeezed her hand, she saw a large drop of clear pre-ejaculate gush from the urethral opening, then drip down the glans, meandering over her fingers. She closed her eyes and took the glans into her mouth. As her lips enveloped the swollen glans, she and Tommy simultaneously let out a groan of pleasure. She swallowed again, the glans fully inside her mouth. She held it there, sucking only on the glans. Susan’s saliva made it feel as if her glans was soaking in a hot spring. She excitedly sucked on Tommy’s penis, almost forgetting his presence.

Suddenly, she realized that the penis that excited her so much belonged to her son. She spat it out of her mouth, looked up at him, and whispered, “I want to suck your cock, Tommy. Your mother wants to suck all the semen out of your testicles. Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want your mother to eat all that delicious semen? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck your cock until you ejaculate in my mouth.”

“I want to, I want to, please, suck it again, please, hurry,” Tommy pleaded.

She took his penis deep into her mouth again and began to suck loudly, deliberately letting him hear, letting him know how much she enjoyed giving him oral sex.

Tommy couldn't take it anymore. His body trembled violently; he felt as if his head was about to explode. His body tensed, and his hips thrust forward. As his penis twitched in her mouth, he felt the semen in his testicles gush out like a flood bursting a dam, a torrent of semen surging against his penis, making it feel even thicker.

This time, Susan was prepared. She pulled his penis out slightly, so the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth, not her throat. Suddenly, her son's penis, like a fire hose, gushed out thick streams of semen, flooding her mouth. Susan felt a spurt and immediately swallowed. Her hands continued to move rapidly up and down, trying to suck out as much semen as possible.

Incredibly, her son ejaculating in her mouth excited her immensely. Susan felt her vagina twitch, her body trembling as she reached a small orgasm.

Finally, the flow of semen slowly stopped. Susan continued to suck hard, trying to draw out the remaining semen.

Tommy pushed his mother away, stumbled back onto the sofa, and collapsed, panting heavily. He saw his mother still kneeling, smiling as she watched him. There wasn't a drop of semen on her face. She had swallowed it all.

This night, for this mother and son, would be etched in their memories for a lifetime.

A few weeks later, Susan and Tommy continued their ambiguous relationship. Susan no longer hesitated. And she took it for granted that what they were doing was harmless, since they weren't actually having sex. However, she knew in her heart it wasn't what she imagined.

Susan continued to teach Tommy how to understand a woman, when she wanted what, and when she needed what. She knew he would drive his wife crazy someday. She showed him how to caress and kiss a woman's breasts. She also pointed out that many erogenous zones on a woman's body were neglected by men, like the back of the knees and the armpits. She also told him that women sometimes needed their lovers to be a little violent, but most of the time they needed gentleness and tenderness.

Tommy listened attentively to his mother's explanations, asking her questions when he didn't understand. He longed to understand this; he wanted to give his mother the most wonderful orgasms. At this moment, he had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with his mother.

Susan knew perfectly well that she could see the affection in his eyes. It was obvious he wanted to take things further. However, she couldn't accept it emotionally yet. Yet, she knew she was only fooling herself; their relationship far exceeded what a normal mother-son relationship should be.

Every night, Susan and Tommy would explore oral sex together. But they stopped this week. Susan's company had landed a big project, and she had to travel between several important people. So she was stressed and exhausted all week, and didn't contact Tommy until the weekend.

Tommy understood her, enduring his strong desire until the weekend. Tonight, he planned something. Just tonight, he thought. Tommy couldn't wait any longer.

While Susan showered, Tommy prepared everything. He placed a Scrabble board on the floor, next to an ice bucket containing a bottle of Susan's favorite wine. Tommy sat on the floor and saw his mother come down the stairs, wearing a long nightgown. As she entered the living room, he noticed she wasn't wearing makeup, and her hair was still wet.

Tommy stared at his mother, his heart leaping. It was as if he were seeing her like this for the first time. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful tonight, without makeup, without any sexy clothes, and with her hair still wet.

This was too dangerous; he wondered if she could maintain the last line between herself and her son.

She and Tommy played Scrabble and chatted, having a great time. Susan felt the tension from work disappear. No matter how stressed or tired she was at work, Tommy always made her relax.

She sat on the floor looking at her son. He was growing up so fast. Soon he would have his own children. Susan sighed, imagining Tommy as a father, playing with his children. She thought he would be a good father and a good husband. A sense of pride welled up inside her.

“Well… Mom, it’s your turn,” Tommy said.

“Oh… sorry. I got distracted. Let’s stop here for tonight.”

“Okay. Shall I give you a shoulder massage?”

“Sure!”

Tommy moved the Scrabble board aside and knelt behind his mother. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them vigorously. “Wow, your shoulder muscles are so tight.”

“Mmm… I know. You’re massaging me so nicely, darling,” Susan said, relaxing under his strong massage.

“I’ll just massage your shoulders,” Tommy said, pulling down her soft nightgown to expose her shoulders. Her shoulders looked so excited, Tommy thought, as his hands continued to massage.

“Oh, Tommy, that’s so nice!”

Soon, Susan felt incredibly relaxed; she felt like she was about to fall asleep. Her body swayed slightly back and forth with his hands. Then she felt Tommy’s hands move down from her shoulders, gradually touching her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly. She leaned back against him, letting his hands grasp her full breasts.

Tommy wasted no more time, grabbing both breasts with his hands. He looked down at Susan’s hands as they massaged her breasts just as vigorously as they had massaged her shoulders. But it wasn't tense muscles here, but soft, elastic breasts.

Under his skillful kneading, Susan quickly moaned. Then she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. He pulled them upwards, lifting her breasts along with them. She groaned and quickly thrust her chest towards his fingers. Susan's nipples were always very sensitive, as if a nerve led to her vulva. She tightly clamped her legs together, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, Tommy got up and turned off all the lights, leaving only a soft lamp. Then he took a few pillows from the sofa. He stretched out an arm and tightly embraced his mother, pressing their chests together. They slowly lay down together. In this perfect moment, Tommy rolled over, pinning his mother beneath him, and kissed her. This was the most passionate kiss of their lives.

As their kiss grew more intense, their bodies slowly heated up. Tommy loosened the belt of her nightgown, pulling it off to reveal her curves—it all looked so natural, so seamless. Tommy stared in amazement at the body before him. It seemed that with each look he took, it became more beautiful.

Tommy already knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. This was the best proof of what she had taught him; she couldn't resist his teasing. He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Then, he licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the auricle.

He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Then, he licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the auricle. Tommy knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. Now she was unbearably aroused, her body writhing beneath him. What he was doing now was exactly what she had taught him.

“I love you, Mom,” Tommy whispered, kissing her from neck down. His tongue slid slowly down her skin, reaching her full breasts. He kissed gently from the base of her nipples to the peaks, but then, gentleness was no longer needed. He immediately took the already waiting nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, while his fingers ravaged and tormented her other nipple.

Next, Tommy's tongue licked down to her abdomen.

Tommy knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He kissed her soft, trembling thighs, slowly moving towards her vulva. He knew she wanted him to kiss and suckle there, but he hesitated. Instead, he moved back and kissed her all the way down to her toes. He also took them into his mouth and sucked, watching her face, knowing her patience had reached its limit.

Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible, then stopped, looking down at her twitching vulva. He was sure she had just shaved. Her full, white vulva was displayed before him. Tommy almost drooled. With a groan, he brought his head close to her crotch.

"Oh, God, Tommy, ah... ah..." Susan moaned, feeling his tongue licking and teasing her vulva. With a little more force, his tongue would have slipped inside her labia, touching her sensitive labia minora.

But it just licked the outside of her labia.

Tommy straightened up and smiled slightly at his mother. He saw a pleading look in her eyes.

He reached out and gently parted her vulva, revealing her trembling clitoris. He lowered his head and breathed hot air onto the little fleshy bud, seeing it twitch.

"Oh, God, Tommy, please," she pleaded.

Tommy didn't answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up onto her chest, exposing her entire vulva to him. He could see her anus twitching, as if winking at him. His mother had never told him anything about this place. Suddenly, he felt an urge to kiss it. He immediately lowered his head and, before she could stop him, pressed his lips to the small opening, feeling it contract inward.

"Oh, God, Tommy," she screamed as Susan felt his tongue teasing her anus. "Tommy... Tommy... what are you doing?" she cried out.

Tommy seemed not to hear her. He licked the opening and felt it contract. Then, suddenly, he thrust his tongue inside. "Tommy..." Susan met Tommy's tongue with her hips, thrusting upwards forcefully. She had never felt anything like it. She found it incredibly obscene, yet it also excited her greatly. "Ah... ah...

ah..."

Tommy was delighted. He had found an erogenous zone on his mother's body that she hadn't told him about.

As he thrust his tongue into her anus, his penis twitched with excitement inside his shorts. His saliva dripped onto his mother's anus. Tommy thought the opening felt wonderful; he would definitely try it again.

But Tommy had other plans.

At that moment, Tommy had aroused his mother to the point of wanting to help her. He pressed himself against her and whispered, “Mom, can I rub my cock against the outside of your cunt?”

“Oh, Tommy, I…I…Oh God, please, I don’t know,” she stammered.

Tommy assumed his mother had agreed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stood beside his mother for a moment, letting her stare at his penis. His penis throbbed with his rapid heartbeat, and pre-ejaculate was seeping from the tip. He reached down and slowly began to stroke his penis, while his other hand gripped his testicles.

“Oh, Tommy!” Susan couldn’t help but moan as she watched her son lewdly masturbate before her eyes.

Tommy knelt between his mother’s legs, supporting himself with one hand and guiding his penis with the other, pressing the glans against her wet vulva. Next, he circled his penis, smearing the pre-ejaculate on her vulva. Then, he slid the head of his penis up and down between her labia, stimulating both his glans and her vulva. When he felt the head of his penis touch her clitoris, he stopped, gently stimulating her most sensitive nerve center with the head of his penis.

"Ah..." Susan groaned.

At this moment, Tommy slowly slid his penis downwards, and suddenly, the head of his penis slipped almost imperceptibly into her labia minora.

"Oh, Tommy, no," Susan hurriedly said, grabbing his buttocks with both hands to stop him from penetrating further. Susan gasped for breath, and with her remaining rational consciousness, she weakly pushed him away with her arms.

However, the tone of his mother's voice, and the almost nonexistent strength in her hands, didn't seem to be telling him to stop. Tommy deduced that she didn't really want him to stop, so he continued to thrust forward, very, very slowly.

Tommy looked down at the point where their bodies were joined, and saw that his penis was now completely inside her. Her beautiful, smooth vulva was being stretched open by his penis. He felt his penis swell inside her. In response, his mother's vulva gripped his penis even tighter.

Susan moaned and groaned, her head swaying as if she were saying "no," but she didn't say it aloud. The last bit of strength in her hands loosened.

Tommy risked it and thrust forward slightly, his penis penetrating a little further. Suddenly, Tommy felt as if he was about to ejaculate. He couldn't ejaculate, or everything would be ruined, he thought. Then he remembered what his mother had taught him: he should distract himself at times like this, until the urge to ejaculate subsided. He gripped the base of his penis and waited quietly for a while, thinking about football and basketball, things unrelated to sex. When the feeling of impending doom passed, he thrust forward slightly again, his penis entering his mother's body a little further. He could feel the warmth of his mother's vagina, and it was pulsating and sucking at his glans.

Susan opened her eyes and stared at Tommy. A flash of lightning seemed to strike their point of connection.

In his mother's burning eyes, he could see the deep affection she held for him. He knew immediately that love and sex were inseparable.

Keeping her eyes open like that for so long was torture for her as waves of pleasurable currents coursed through her body. "No, no, no, no," she whispered repeatedly, but she didn't stop him.

Tommy released his penis, supporting himself on the other side of his almost delirious mother's body. He was now supporting himself with his palms and toes, only his penis connecting their bodies. His penis was already a few inches inside her. He had never imagined it would feel so wonderful inside. It was tight, wet, and warm. He could feel his mother's vagina contracting, the soft vaginal walls pulsating, as if urging his penis to penetrate further.

As Tommy remained supported, not pushing his penis any further in, Susan opened her eyes. She saw Tommy, head down, still staring at her vulva. At that moment, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Susan knew that if she didn't stop him now, she wouldn't be able to refuse him later. They would become a true mother-son couple.

Susan's vagina instinctively contracted, tightening around her son's penis. She resisted the urge to thrust her hips towards his penis. However, her hips began to tremble slightly.

Tommy waited. He desperately wanted his mother to agree to let him penetrate her. But he didn't want her to think he had forced her. Time ticked by, mother and son's eyes locked, their final boundary almost crossed.

"Oh, Tommy, please," Susan whispered, pleading.

"Please what?" Tommy asked, wanting to hear her say it.

"Please, please," Susan pleaded again, her mind a jumble. She knew he wanted to hear it, but she didn't want to. It was a mistake, a terrible mistake.

Tommy gently pulled his penis out, as if trying to pull it out completely. Susan immediately grabbed his hips, holding him, preventing his penis from slipping out.

"What do you want me to do, Mom?" Tommy asked, forcing her to make a decision again.

"I...I...Oh God, Tommy! I want...Oh God...I want you to fuck me!" Susan finally said.

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked, but he knew in his heart that even if she said no, he wouldn't stop.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me!”

Tommy smiled slightly, having won this battle of passion, and now he could claim his spoils. He slowly pressed his body down, forcing his penis little by little into his mother’s body.

His penis was fully inserted, his testicles pressing against her smooth buttocks. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her skin burning hot.

Susan wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, her hips arching upwards in a spasm. She bit his shoulder, suppressing a scream of pleasure. It had been a very long time since she had felt a man’s penis inside her. Yet, this man was none other than her son. She was making love with her own son! A scream echoed in her head.

Tommy struggled to control himself, suppressing the urge to ejaculate that was rising within him again. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother’s warm vagina gripped his penis tightly.

He breathed heavily, looking at her beautiful face. Then, he couldn’t help but kiss her. His tongue, like his penis deep inside his mother's vagina, teased her mouth deeply. He could feel her soft breasts, rising and falling against his chest with her labored breathing. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

He lifted his head and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Mom. My cock is now deeply inside your beautiful body. I'm going to fuck you until you orgasm again and again. I want to feel your vagina contracting and sucking my cock, drawing out all my semen. Are you ready? Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, come on, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it! I want your big cock to thrust into me hard! Fuck me! I want to cum all my juices on your cock!" Susan no longer held back. She was lost in the pleasure of sex.

This was exactly what Tommy wanted to hear. He slowly pulled back, hesitated for a moment, and then thrust forward violently.

Susan screamed, feeling as if her head had lost control of her body. She immediately reached orgasm, feeling dizzy. She was making love to her son; they were now true lovers. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the quiet house.

Somehow, Tommy gained a surge of power, which he used to its fullest, driving his mother's desire ever higher. He was like a machine, his hips thrusting rapidly up and down. Again and again, each time he thrust his penis all the way in, her juices splashing onto his testicles and thighs, his testicles slapping against her buttocks with a resounding thud.

Susan looked up, and just before she succumbed to the dizzying frenzy of sex again, she uttered, "Oh, God, I love you." Then she closed her eyes, her body trembling. Suddenly, she felt a rush of heat to her head. A powerful orgasm roared through her body, plunging her into convulsions of pleasure; she barely heard Tommy's reply of love.

"I love you," Tommy answered with his last gasp before reaching his own climax, and then he began to ejaculate. Streams of semen gushed into her body, filling her tight vagina until they overflowed. As wave after wave of pleasure pushed her to a sexual height she had never experienced before, he could feel his mother's body tense. Susan clamped her legs tightly around his back, letting him press her down. Copious amounts of semen continued to pour into the place where he was born.

Finally, Tommy collapsed onto his mother, then rolled over to lie beside her, his limp penis leaving a trail of semen on her thigh. He pulled his weak, boneless mother into his arms and kissed her, but she didn't respond; he realized she had passed out. After

an unknown amount of time, Susan stirred. "Oh, God," she sighed.

Tommy, hearing this, was worried; he thought she regretted what had just happened.

Susan broke free from his embrace and stood up. She stood beside her lover's son, looking down at him with deep affection.

Tommy looked at her, understanding her intent. He could tell she was fully conscious.

Was this wrong? she wondered.

Tommy's eyes slowly traveled down his mother's curvaceous body. Then, they stopped, and in the soft light, he saw something that made his penis hard again. His semen flowed from her wet vulva down her thighs.

Susan didn't wipe it away; she liked the feeling. It was proof of their love emanating from her satisfied body. Susan smiled slightly at Tommy, then extended her hand to him. She led him upstairs to her bed.

As they entered the bedroom, Tommy's penis was fully erect again. Susan lay on her back, arms outstretched to her son. His penis slid effortlessly into her wet vulva, and his hips began to thrust again.

Tonight was a wild night. Tommy, with his young body, gave his mother boundless satisfaction. That night, Tommy brought her to orgasm more than three times, until she was completely exhausted.

The next morning, Tommy woke up to find himself alone in bed. He glanced at the clock; it was 10:00 AM. He got out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and went downstairs. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing by the window, preparing breakfast with a spatula. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating her thin, light-colored dress, making it translucent and revealing her curves. He stood there admiring his mother's body, slowly becoming aroused.

Susan's mind was in turmoil again. There was no doubt that she had made her son her man and loved him deeply. In fact, she had no regrets about what had happened. However, she knew their life would never be the same again. Their future would be incredibly uncertain. What would become of them? Could they keep their secret forever? Would they be discovered? She had too many complex questions to consider.

Tommy walked behind his mother and hugged her from behind, his hands stroking her thighs and kissing her neck.

Susan lovingly held Tommy's arm and then kissed the back of his hand. A surge of love welled up in her heart, and tears streamed down her face.

Tommy heard his mother sobbing and turned her around. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing," she smiled through her tears. "I love you."

Their lips met tenderly. Slowly, their tongues began to tease passionately. When Tommy pulled away from the kiss, a flame of desire could be seen burning in his eyes. He stared into his mother's eyes, his hands gripping her casual clothes. Suddenly, Tommy ripped her clothes open, buttons scattering across the floor.

She screamed in surprise.

Tommy pulled the torn clothes off his mother's shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he pushed her towards the dining table, picked her up, and sat her down. Next, he pulled a chair over and sat between her legs.

"Oh my God, Tommy, what are you doing?" Susan exclaimed, but she didn't stop him from pushing her down.

"I want breakfast," Tommy replied, his mouth suddenly taking her vulva into his mouth. He devoured her vulva like a madman. His lips and tongue licked, bit, and sucked it wildly. He seemed not to hear his mother's joyful screams. Finally, when his jaw felt tired, he lifted her legs and stood up, thrusting his hips forward.

"Ah..." she screamed as his long penis plunged deep into her vulva.

He was having sex with his mother forcefully, the dining table rattling on the floor as if it were about to break.

Tommy had already ejaculated several times the previous night, so he knew he could last a long time this time. He did last a long time, causing her to experience orgasm after orgasm.

Just when Susan thought he was about to ejaculate, he pulled her up, then lifted her up by her legs. She clung tightly to his neck as he carried her around the kitchen, his penis thrusting rapidly. He placed her on the sink, then on the cabinet, then pressed her against the refrigerator, and finally on the floor. Chairs were knocked over, and cups, bowls, and plates in the cabinets clattered.

Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was going to ejaculate. Her poor body could barely withstand his rough treatment. When he shouted that he was going to ejaculate, she held him tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist, letting his semen shoot into her again.

Susan no longer resisted. She fell in love with her biological son. There was no going back, and she decided to let things take their course. Everything was uncertain, but she was certain they would always love each other. They seemed to share this sentiment.

A few months later, Susan and Tommy's sexual relationship continued, even showing signs of accelerating. Tommy seemed perpetually insatiable, as if he were making up for the time he wasted in high school. They tried making love in various places and positions. However, there was one thing they didn't do, and Tommy dared not ask his mother.

On Tommy's nineteenth birthday, Susan wanted to give him a special gift. She prepared his favorite food, and they both ate a pleasant dinner dressed up. Tommy reluctantly put on an outfit at his mother's insistence.

After dinner, they left the remaining food on the table and went to the living room. Susan put on a soft tune and then pulled Tommy into her arms.

They danced to the music, Tommy's hands caressing his mother's buttocks through the smooth satin. She knew Tommy liked her dressed like this. This made her buttocks stand out. The skirt clung tightly to her body; it was short, and her back was bare all the way down to her waist. Tommy knew she wasn't wearing underwear because he could clearly feel it with his hands. And she almost never wore underwear. This made it easy for them to make love frequently.

Susan gently kissed her son's neck, letting him caress her buttocks. Then, she whispered in his ear, "Do you like my butt?"

"Yes," he replied, squeezing her soft buttocks tightly.

"Do you want it?"

Tommy immediately stopped dancing, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "What?" He could see the flames of desire burning in his mother's eyes.

"I haven't been fucked in the back yet."

Tommy immediately understood what she meant. "You mean...you mean I should fuck you?" he asked doubtfully.

"Yes! I want to give this to you. It's a special birthday present for you. Of course, if you don't want to..."

"No...I want to...Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?"

Susan kissed Tommy's lips, then grabbed his hand. She led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had him sit on the bed, then turned her back to him and asked him to help her unzip her dress.

Tommy's hands trembled as he slowly pulled down the zipper. He could see his mother's smooth back exposed before him. The zipper went all the way up to her waist.

Susan shrugged and pulled the dress off to the floor, leaving her naked except for her high heels and stockings. She stood with her back to him, letting him stare at her naked body. Then, she turned her head and smiled slightly, saying, "Do you want to put your cock in my anus?" She leaned down slightly, reaching behind her to spread her buttocks.

"Oh my God," Tommy exclaimed as he saw his mother obscenely spreading her buttocks before him.

"Take off your clothes," she said, turning around to help him undress. Soon, two naked bodies were embracing on the bed.

Susan rolled over, grabbed two pillows, and placed them under her buttocks. As she gripped her thighs with both hands and lifted her upper body off the bed, she gestured for Tommy to come between her legs.

Tommy hurriedly crawled over. When she saw him kneeling between her thighs, she said, “First, put your cock in my pussy, get it wet, and then you can use it to put it in my anus.”

Tommy almost ejaculated before he could even orgasm. His hands trembled as he gripped his penis and pressed it against his mother’s wet pussy. As he thrust, they both groaned simultaneously. Her tight hole felt so good; he couldn’t imagine anything better.

After a few thrusts, Susan pushed him to withdraw his penis, then she placed her legs on his shoulders and arched her back until her anus was exposed. Her hands trembled as she reached down and spread them apart. “Put it in,” she hissed excitedly.

Tommy placed his huge glans against that brown chrysanthemum. He couldn’t imagine if it could fit in such a small place. He slowly thrust forward. He heard his mother groan, and he stopped to look at her face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and she urged, “Keep going.” Tommy placed his hands on her thighs and thrust his body forward. "Ah... "

he groaned as his glans slid into his mother's tight little hole. Her anus gripped the intruding glans tightly.

“Wait, wait,” Susan gasped, letting her anus adjust to the massive object inside for a moment. Those few seconds of waiting were excruciating for Tommy. “Okay, go ahead,” she said, freeing Tommy.

Tommy thrust forward again, watching in amazement as his penis slid into his mother’s body. Little by little, until his entire penis was enveloped in her warm rectum. The feeling was incredibly wonderful.

It was hot, tight, and soft, just like her vagina, but also different. It was tight from the base to the tip of his penis.

“Fuck me…” Susan pleaded.

Tommy reluctantly pulled his penis out, and just as he was about to pull it all the way out, suddenly, he felt as if there was a suction force inside her pulling him back in, and he couldn’t help but groan, “Oh, God.”

Then he thrust forward violently.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck me to death, my lover! Fuck your mother’s anus…” Susan screamed, about to reach orgasm. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. “Oh my God, baby, I’m coming.

Ah…ah…” she cried out, swaying her body to meet his thrusts.

“My God, Mom,” Tommy exclaimed as he felt his body begin to convulse.

“I’m coming too,” he groaned. He thrust his penis deep into her anus and then remained still.

Susan felt his penis twitch inside her anus. She was surprised that she could actually feel him ejaculate. This made her orgasm even more intense.

As his semen began to fill his mother’s anus, they both screamed loudly.

14 Two years later…

These two years were the happiest time of Susan’s life. Her career progressed further, and she and her lover son became inseparable. They were both honest friends and loving lovers. Their relationship had progressed to the point that Tommy moved into his mother’s bedroom, leaving the empty room for storing clothes. They slept together every night, and their sex life grew increasingly intense. It was hard to say whose desires were stronger. Tommy always seemed insatiable, and Susan had equally strong desires.

Tommy was an excellent student, majoring in engineering. He was now taller, stronger, and more handsome than before. His experiences with his mother had made him much more mature than other boys his age.

During their happy life together, Susan had been preoccupied with one thing. However, she wasn't sure if she should tell him, or how to say it. She had been thinking about this for months, and finally, she mustered the courage to tell him.

Tommy sensed something was going to happen tonight. He and his mother were going to see a movie together and then come home for dinner. This was a little different from usual. And he could tell from his mother's eyes that she definitely had something to say tonight, and it must be something special.

As usual, Tommy sat in the living room downstairs waiting for his mother to come down. Then, she came down the stairs in a short, low-cut black evening dress that barely covered her thighs. She wore a pearl necklace, a birthday gift Tommy had given her the previous week.

“Sorry I’m late,” Susan said with a smile as she approached him.

Tommy grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, as if afraid someone would hear, “Mom, would you like to take your panties off for me?”

She looked at her son in surprise, but immediately reached under her skirt and pulled them off. She smiled and handed them to him. She watched him neatly fold the panties, then put them in his shirt pocket, leaving a little bit showing.

“Thank you, Mom, now I’m all dressed up,” Tommy said with a mischievous smile.

“You always surprise me, my love,” Susan said, kissing his cheek.

They sat in the living room, and time passed pleasantly. However, Tommy noticed that his mother seemed worried about something. She sat there fidgeting. He thought she might be too excited. After all, they hadn’t made love for a week because of her period. He thought it best not to think about it.

Susan had everything prepared in advance. In the candlelit dining room, a beautifully prepared dinner was laid out on the table. A bottle of chilled wine sat beside it. They ate together, fully dressed.

“Mom, this dinner was perfect. Thank you,” Tommy said sincerely, raising his glass to toast his mother.

Susan clinked her glass against his. “You’re welcome, Tommy,” Susan said, her face tense, as if she wanted to say something.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Tommy asked with concern.

“Tommy, I have something I want to talk to you about. I don’t know how to tell you,” Susan hesitated for a moment before continuing, “You know I’ve always wanted to have many children.”

“I know, Mom. I can feel it.”

“I’m thirty-nine now, and a woman’s ovulation period is limited. We’ve committed our lives to each other; I can’t find another man, and you can’t find another woman. I’ve always wanted to remarry and have many children. The problem is, I’m in love with my own son, and I can’t accept another man.”

“I know how you feel.” This problem had also been bothering Tommy. Tommy also wanted children, but he felt that since he loved his mother, he couldn't have any other girlfriends. This problem seemed unsolvable.

"I don't know how to explain this to you, but let me show you this, maybe you'll understand," Susan said, handing him a package.

Tommy, looking confused, took it. The package wasn't large, about the size of a music CD. Tommy's hands trembled as he opened it, his mind blank. As he opened the package, he curiously looked at what he held. Suddenly, Tommy felt extremely confused. He looked up at his mother, puzzled.

Susan didn't say anything, just waited silently.

Tommy looked at what he held. It was a small, round box of pills with thirty small compartments, labeled for one pill a day. However, only the last seven compartments contained pills. Suddenly, Tommy looked at his mother in shock. "Um…what…you…" Tommy stammered, unsure what to say, his mouth agape.

Susan reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “Yes, Tommy, these are my birth control pills, and I haven’t taken them for the last seven days. That’s why I haven’t let you touch me this week.

” “But, I… I don’t understand. We are…”

“Let me explain,” Susan interrupted. “In the past six months, I’ve done a lot of research, and I’ve learned that the chances of problems with children born from consanguineous marriages are very small,” she paused, letting Tommy process what she was saying.

“Oh my God, Mom, are you serious?” Tommy asked. He couldn’t believe his mother wanted him to have a child with her.

“Yes.”

“Oh my God… you… you want to have a child with me, and I’ll be the father?”

“Yes, Tommy, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your child,” Susan said, pausing for a long moment. “Tommy, before you answer me, you need to know that this is a very difficult thing for us to handle. There will definitely be many potential problems. It directly relates to us having to find a place where no one knows us. And I will lose my job, and you can't go to school. There are many, many unforeseen problems. But I'm willing to take this risk. This risk will also be taken by you. If you don't want this, just give me back the pills you're holding. If you want me to have your child, throw them in the trash.”

Tommy immediately stood up from his chair and threw the pills into the trash can. He hurriedly returned and picked up his mother. She was already in tears. The two hugged each other tightly and kissed tenderly.

Suddenly, Tommy broke free from his mother's kiss and knelt down on one knee.

“Mom, I know this is boring, but I have to say that although we can't really register our marriage, my love and commitment to you are truer, deeper, and more sincere than any registered marriage.

I really want to be the father of your child,” Tommy said, tears streaming down his face.

Susan pulled her son up, looking deeply into his eyes. “Oh my God, Tommy, are you sure you know what you’re saying?”

“Mom, I love you more than I love anyone else. You’re the only thing I need, and I’d do anything for you. I want this. I want you to have my child.”

They kissed sweetly again.

Tommy bent down, wrapped an arm around his mother’s legs, lifted her up, and silently carried her to their bedroom. He placed her on the bed, quickly stripped off his own clothes, and climbed onto the bed beside her.

He kissed her as he pulled down the straps of her bra until her breasts were exposed. He kissed slowly down her neck, down to her heaving chest. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, making his mother gasp. Then he turned and knelt between her legs, trapping her head between them. At that moment, he felt his mother grab his penis, put it in her mouth, and immediately begin to suckle. He took her vulva into his mouth and began to give her oral sex. After a while, Susan eagerly got up and took off her clothes.

Tommy pushed his mother down on the bed and placed a pillow under her buttocks. He knew this would allow him to penetrate deeper. He knelt between her legs, his penis throbbing incessantly, as if it had been thirsting for a long time and was eager to plunge into the spring of lustful fluid flowing before it. At this moment, the mother and son's eyes were locked.

"Tell me, Mom, tell me what you want," Tommy said, grabbing his penis and guiding it against her vulva.

"Please, Tommy, fuck your mother. I want your big cock, I want it to fuck me hard.

I want you to give your mother a child! Fuck me, please," Susan pleaded, spreading her wet vulva with her hands. “Look, I’m all ready for you. Can you see the water flowing from me? I want all your semen inside.”

“Oh, God, Mom,” Tommy groaned, thrilled by her lewd words.

Tommy thrust his penis into her wet, open vulva. Slowly, he inserted the head. When his penis was fully inside, mother and son groaned together. The familiar feeling was stronger than ever before because of what they were about to do; he was about to impregnate his own mother. They felt like the greatest forbidden lovers in the world.

Susan felt Tommy begin to thrust slowly and rhythmically. He wasn’t in a hurry; he wanted to bring their sex to its peak. She wrapped her legs around her son, pulling his body in rhythm with hers. When he thrust his penis all the way in, they groaned together again.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it, I want it so badly, please, fuck me now,” Susan gasped.

Tommy began to thrust wildly into his mother, as if he had never done it before. Beads of sweat trembled from his strong body as he rapidly pumped in and out. He could feel her juices splashing onto his testicles, dripping and gathering before flowing onto the sheets.

The thrusting continued. Neither mother nor son achieved enough sexual satisfaction to make Tommy stop.

“I’m coming, Mom. Can I cum inside?”

“Yes, cum, I’m coming too, keep going, don’t stop. Oh…oh…I’m coming…

” Susan screamed, thrusting her hips towards her son.

“Coming, Mom, coming, I’m giving you all my semen,” Tommy replied, feeling his semen gushing upwards from his penis and spraying into his mother’s body. Streams of semen flowed into her uterus. They screamed together as they released their respective orgasms.

Finally, Tommy collapsed, exhausted, onto his mother. After a final kiss, they both fell asleep. Inside Susan's body, her son's semen began its journey to change their destiny.

They finally achieved a perfect ending.

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