[My Son and His Classmates] [Chapters 3-4]

The next day, when my son woke up for breakfast, he seemed a little embarrassed and his face suddenly turned red, which made me
panic. After my son left for school, I had someone redecorate his bedroom next door and bought new
furniture and other items. My son had been sleeping with me for the past few years, and his room still had all the things he used when he was little.
After dinner that evening, sitting on the sofa, I told my son that from that day on, he would be sleeping in a separate bed from me. He
initially disagreed, leaning against me and insisting on sleeping with me again. I felt
flustered and confused as my son nestled against me, but I knew I had to sleep separately from him, otherwise, I didn't know what might happen.
You see, my son is my only child now. My husband is gone, and for his sake and even more so for my son, I want him
to grow up healthy and achieve something great in the future.
I explained to my son that he's grown up now and will be going to middle school soon. Boys can't
sleep with their mothers anymore; they need to learn to be independent. My son nodded understandingly, but insisted on
sleeping with me one last night. Seeing his clingy look, I had no choice but to agree.
After watching TV, my son insisted on taking a bath with me. Knowing I couldn't bathe with him anymore,
I went into the bathroom with him. After taking off my clothes, I immediately blushed. I
'd never felt this way before bathing with my son, but ever since what happened last night, the thought of it made my face flush and
my heart race, especially now with my naked son. I finally took off my underwear, my face still red. I
noticed my son's gaze was fixed on my body, and my face turned even redder. I felt myself starting to sweat slightly.
I tried to control my emotions and bathed him. He suddenly seemed very curious about my body, touching
my breasts and glancing at my inner thighs. He kept asking me why boys' and girls' bodies
are different, why he didn't have breasts, why he had a penis while I didn't, why I
had so much hair down there while he only had a few, and so on. My son's questions made me blush and my heart race. He's
really grown up; he's starting to be curious about the human body. My husband's gone, and there's no one to tell him these things, so
I had to carefully choose my words. I told him that when he grows up, he'll have more hair down there, and
he'll even grow a beard; that Mommy has breasts because she feeds babies, and that he grew up drinking my milk
; that he's a boy, so he has a penis, while Mommy is a girl, so she doesn't.
As I struggled to explain, I felt my face getting hot and I started sweating.
I really didn't know how to explain it to him, so I finally said, "Why are you asking so many questions today
? You'll know everything when you grow up!"
Hearing this, my son's face suddenly turned red, and he murmured, "I...I..." but
couldn't say anything more.
I put a few drops of shower gel on my son and started applying it. When my hand touched
his penis, I couldn't help but gently rub it. As I stroked my son's penis,
it gradually hardened and soon stood erect in my hand. My heart suddenly began to pound, and
my hand trembled slightly as I touched his penis.
His penis had truly grown; it was no longer the small, fleshy stick it had been as a child, but had grown into
the shape of an adult penis, the glans slightly protruding from the foreskin when erect. My son quietly allowed my
hand to stroke his erect penis, slightly parting his legs and thrusting his buttocks forward to make it easier for me to stroke him.
Because I was bent over, my son grabbed and kneaded my swaying breasts with one hand, saying, "Mommy,
it feels so good when you touch my little penis."
As he spoke, he thrust his penis forward forcefully.
My face instantly burned, and I quickly removed my hand from my son's penis, saying, "You little rascal!"
I took my hand off his penis, preparing to rinse it with water, but my son said, "Mommy,
let me put on some shower gel for you too."
I picked up the shower gel, dripped a few drops onto my chest, and then handed it to my son, saying, "Hmm! My
son has grown up, he knows how to take care of his mother now. Come on, help Mommy with her back."
My son took the shower gel, and I squatted down slightly. My son dripped a few drops onto my back and then
spread it evenly with his hands. I stood up straight and rubbed the gel on my body with both hands, while my son rubbed it on my buttocks
, which involuntarily trembled a few times. My son's hands reached from behind to my chest, hugging me,
and then his hands reached up to my breasts, kneading them. His small penis stood erect, pressing against my thighs, and
my body involuntarily became hot.
I stood there enjoying my son's caresses; his little hands brought a wave of pleasure to my body. Before,
when I bathed with my son, he would touch my breasts, but since last night, his
touch on my body has given me a strange feeling, a kind of pleasure. I began to revel
in this pleasure, standing quietly with my eyes slightly closed, carefully savoring
the pleasure my son's hands brought me. My body grew increasingly hot, and I felt my vaginal fluid flowing uncontrollably.
Just as I was immersed in the pleasure brought by my son's touch, one of his hands, without my noticing, touched
my pubic hair. When I came to my senses from a surge of intense pleasure between my thighs, my son's fingers
had already touched my labia. My body trembled violently, waves of intense pleasure washing over my labia, and
my body involuntarily shook, a stream of vaginal fluid flowing from my vagina.
I abruptly broke free from my son's arms that were wrapped around me from behind, my legs going weak as I leaned against the sink,
my hands supporting me on the sink, feeling my legs trembling slightly. My face burned uncontrollably,
and my lips trembled as I stammered, "Xiao...Xiaoyu, you...how could you..."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I didn't want to blame my son at all. His touch brought me a
pleasure I hadn't felt in years. If I hadn't been so absorbed in his touch, I wouldn't have let his hand touch
my labia.
In the mirror, my son, perhaps knowing he had done something wrong, stood behind me, his face flushed and head bowed.
My hands were clasped together, at a loss. Seeing my son's expression, I suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He was just starting
to get curious about women's bodies; he didn't understand anything yet and had no idea what his actions meant
. I turned and hugged him, gently stroking his face with one hand, saying, "Good boy,
you're all grown up now. You can't touch Mommy like that, okay?"
My son blushed and nodded, seemingly understanding.
I started rinsing off the shower gel from his body, then rinsed myself off, dried
him off, and we went back to the bedroom together. I lay on the bed, holding my son in my arms. We were both naked
. My son nestled against me, one hand clutching my breast. Being a child, he quickly
fell asleep in my arms.
But I couldn't sleep, my mind a jumble of thoughts. In his sleep, my son turned over and
lay flat on his back. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, his penis was semi-erect. My heart
pounded uncontrollably, and my hand instinctively reached out and grasped my son's penis, gently and slowly stroking
it. I was very careful, afraid of waking him. His penis quickly
became erect and hard under my caresses, the glans bulging out.
My body began to feel hot, and my thighs were already wet with desire. My hand continued
to caress his penis, my legs tightly pressed together. My lust surged, and several times I couldn't resist the
urge to insert his penis into my vagina, but I knew I couldn't. Since last night, my son
was no longer the same son he used to be; he had grown up, and his body was maturing. His penis could easily
penetrate my vagina and move inside, bringing me pleasure and eventually
ejaculating. If I did that again, it would really be... What if my son woke up? How would I explain it to him
? He's starting to become curious about women's bodies. If he wakes up and wants to do that again,
I don't know how to refuse his request.
I slowly kneaded his penis with one hand and vigorously rubbed my labia with the other. Soon,
I trembled and reached orgasm. Even after the orgasm, I couldn't fall asleep. My eyes kept involuntarily looking at my son
's penis. Later, I simply turned off the bedside lamp, turned around, curled up on the bed with my back to my son, grabbed my
breast with one hand, and squeezed my thighs together with the other.
In the morning, when I was awakened by the alarm clock, I didn't even know when I had fallen asleep last night. I listlessly
got up to prepare breakfast for my son. After making it, I called him to get up and eat before school. He quickly washed his face
and came over to eat. After finishing, he kissed me on the cheek while carrying his schoolbag, then skipped off to school.
When he was little, I always made him kiss me on the cheek every time I took him to school; this habit has
continued to this day. After he left, I ate a few bites and lay down on the sofa. Because I hadn't slept well the night before,
I quickly drifted off to sleep.
From then on, my son and I started sleeping separately. Although he wasn't very willing, he had no choice, but every week
he would insist on sleeping in my room one night. When he slept in my room, I always wore pajamas and
underwear, and I also required him to wear underwear to bed because I was afraid of seeing his penis; I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist having sex with
him.
In the blink of an eye, my son is already fifteen years old, in the second year of junior high school, and in two months he will be in the third year.
His studies at school have become very intense, but thankfully he is obedient, studies hard, and gets good grades. There's one thing
that worries me: my son doesn't like interacting with his classmates. I've talked to him about it,
and he says those classmates always say he doesn't have a father, so he doesn't want to play with them. However, he's
very close to a classmate named Xiaozhi. They often play together on their way to and from school. My son told me that Xiaozhi doesn't have a father either;
his father divorced his mother when he was very young and then remarried another woman.
Sometimes my son goes to Xiaozhi's house to play on Sundays, but most of the time Xiaozhi comes to our house. My son
has many expensive toys and game consoles, while Xiaozhi's family doesn't seem to be very well-off. On Sundays, I take them
both shopping, buying them snacks and school supplies. When I buy clothes for my son, I also buy one for Xiaozhi. At first,
Xiaozhi refused, but seeing how insistent my son and I were, he accepted it.
I often have Xiaozhi stay at our house for dinner on Sundays, and later, sometimes he
stays overnight after playing late at night. He's come to regard our house as his own, and he treats my son Xiaoyu like
two brothers. Occasionally, Xiaoyu stays overnight at Xiaozhi's house. Although I've never met Xiaozhi's mother
, my son Xiaoyu says she's very beautiful and treats him very well. She always
cooks delicious meals for him whenever he visits.
Xiaozhi is a year older than my son, Xiaoyu, and turns sixteen this year. He seems more mature than Xiaoyu, like a very
sensible little adult. I feel very comfortable with my son Xiaoyu with him. Both of them
have the best grades in their class, and they rarely interact with other classmates.
Summer vacation has arrived, and my son will be in his final year of junior high after the summer. During the summer vacation, my son Xiaoyu and Xiaozhi, these two good friends,
are almost inseparable. Besides going out to play, they spend most of their time
at our house. Xiaozhi sometimes eats lunch and dinner at our house, but he rarely stays overnight and
insists on going home unless it's very late.
Another thing that makes me feel he's different from other boys his age is that he seems overly mature. Sometimes when
he looks at me, his eyes are like those of a grown man, and that kind of look often makes me feel uneasy.
I can't quite describe the look in his eyes, but it was like the expression of a mature man admiring a woman.
I thought to myself that it might be related to his upbringing; children from families like his mature and sensible
early. I also asked about his family situation. His parents divorced when he was young, and he had lived with his mother ever since. Although his
family was very different from ours, his parents gave them a sum of money when they divorced, and they were living quite
well.
Because it was summer, I dressed casually at home, often just in my pajamas.
After a while, I noticed that Xiao Zhi's gaze towards me was becoming increasingly different. He would often stare at my body when I wasn't looking
, and sometimes, as he walked past me, he would intentionally or unintentionally brush against me. At first, I didn't pay attention,
but it only became noticeable when Xiao Zhi did this frequently, and I started secretly observing him. Of course, I didn't have any other
purpose in observing him, because my son was often with him, and I was worried that he might have some bad habits that would affect Xiao
Yu.
Since Xiao Zhi often stayed at our house late at night, his mother would sometimes call to ask when he would be home.
One time, I was in the bathroom when Xiao Zhi answered the phone, and my son Xiao Yu was playing games in his room. Xiao
Zhi was in the living room, assuming no one was around, so he spoke very casually, and I noticed that he and his mother were talking in a very
ambiguous way.
He said into the phone, "Mom! I'll be back in a little while, okay! I know! I
'll leave after I finish this game with Xiaoyu, okay! Okay! I know, I'm in a hurry to get back, hehe! Do you miss me? If you really want to,
I'll come back to be with you now, hehe! Okay! I know, you take a shower and wait for me, I'll be back soon, okay!
"
After saying that, he even kissed the phone.
My heart suddenly started pounding. Was Xiaozhi talking to his mother on the phone? It sounded like lovers
flirting, that ambiguous tone, it didn't sound like he was talking to his own mother at all! Could it be?
My heart suddenly started racing. Could it be that Xiaozhi and his mother... Impossible, how could that be? How could he
have that kind of relationship with his own mother? Although Xiaozhi seemed mature, he was still a child,
only sixteen years old this year, how could he have a sexual relationship with his own mother?
My mind was racing with thoughts, and when I saw Xiaozhi hang up the phone and go into his son Xiaoyu's room, I calmed
myself down and quickly went back to my bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, my mind was still racing. I recalled some of Xiaozhi's behavior—his
maturity beyond his years, the way he glanced at me, the subtle touches he made on my body
. Thinking back to his expression on the phone tonight, and the ambiguous tone he used when talking to his mother
, I felt there was something secret about Xiaozhi.
From then on, I paid closer attention to Xiaozhi, observing his every move.
My son, Xiaoyu, loves painting, and I enrolled him in painting classes at the Children's Cultural Palace every holiday. Xiaoyu goes
to the Children's Cultural Palace three afternoons a week to practice. Before, when Xiaoyu went to the Children's Cultural Palace in the afternoon,
Xiaozhi never came to our house, but now he does. I tell him Xiaoyu went to the Children's Cultural
Palace.
Actually, he's with Xiaoyu every day and knows which afternoon Xiaoyu goes to the Cultural Palace. He always says, "I
know, Auntie, I'll play games in Xiaoyu's room and wait for him,"
and then he goes into Xiaoyu's room and plays games alone.
Because Xiaozhi often comes to our house, I've come to treat him like my own child. He's always
very casual when he comes, so I don't have to worry about him. I just go about my business as usual. Actually, I don't have much to do
; besides cooking, I just tidy up the rooms every day. After a few times, when Xiaozhi comes over, I don't ask him anymore
. He just goes to my son's room to play games on his own.
One day, my son Xiaoyu went to the cultural center in the afternoon. I hadn't slept well the night before and felt
a little sleepy after lunch. I was worried that Xiaozhi would come and knock on the door again, so I didn't lock the front door
.
After tidying up, I went back to my room to sleep. In a hazy, dreamlike state, I felt something strange on my body. At first, I ignored it
and continued to drift off to sleep. However, the sensation became more and more pronounced. I clearly felt
a hand caressing my breast. Although the hand's movements were very light, my body hadn't
been touched by anyone for ten years, especially since I started sleeping in separate rooms from my son Xiaoyu. So my body
was more sensitive than before. Having not had sex with a man for ten years, the repressed desires within me grew stronger, and
my lust was easily ignited.
I lay still, my mind becoming even clearer. It was definitely a hand touching my breasts,
occasionally pinching and kneading my nipples, waves of pleasure radiating from my breasts throughout my body. Stimulated by this hand
, my body quickly became hot. I held my breath, trying my best to endure, thinking, could it be Xiaoyu
? No! Xiaoyu should still be at the cultural center and hadn't returned yet. Then
who could it be? Suddenly, a thought struck me—it was Xiaozhi! I was afraid he would knock on the door when I went to sleep,
so I didn't lock the front door. Only my son Xiaoyu and I were home, and I never locked my bedroom
door when I slept. It must be Xiaozhi. He didn't see me when he came; he probably went upstairs to my room to see if I was there, but saw
me lying in bed in my pajamas. He must have been unable to resist secretly touching my breasts. Thinking back to Xiao Zhi's
consistent behavior, and the way he often stole glances at me, coupled with his unusual maturity, I knew it must be
him.
I suppressed the waves of pleasure surging through my breasts and slowly opened my eyes a tiny slit, trying to peek to see
if it was indeed Xiao Zhi touching me. As my eyes slowly opened, the figure in front of the bed gradually became clearer—
it was indeed Xiao Zhi. His eyes were fixed intently on my breasts, one hand carefully touching
them.
My heart suddenly raced, my body grew increasingly hot, and the fire of desire burned within me.
I felt a slow trickle of fluid flowing from between my thighs. I didn't dare open my eyes, nor did I dare move.
Firstly, I was afraid a sudden movement would frighten him; secondly, I didn't know how to face Xiao Zhi if I opened my eyes.
I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, the pleasure from Xiao Zhi's touch on my breasts growing stronger, my desire
rising higher and higher, and fluid began to flow incessantly from between my labia, quickly soaking my underwear.
Xiao Zhi touched my breasts for a while, and seeing that I didn't react, he assumed I was still asleep.
He then stroked my breasts with one hand while his other hand moved down my abdomen. My body was weak.
My hands didn't tremble. I bit my lip, trying my best to suppress a sound, my body tensing
. Xiao Zhi's hand quickly moved to my lower abdomen, gently rubbing and continuing downwards. I knew that if
I didn't stop him, I'd be exposed once his hand touched my underwear. Because
once Xiao Zhi's hand reached my inner thighs, he would definitely find that my underwear and inner thighs were already soaked. Moreover
, I had been trying my best to suppress my pleasure and desire, and
I knew that once Xiao Zhi's hand touched my labia, I would definitely moan.
In desperation, I pretended to still be asleep and turned over. The moment I moved, Xiao Zhi's hand immediately left my
body. I turned my back to Xiao Zhi, hearing his footsteps on the carpet as he walked away, then hearing
the door slowly close, followed by the sound of footsteps coming from Xiao Yu's door.
I knew Xiao Zhi had left. I took a deep breath and lay down on the bed, pressing my hands to my chest to
calm my racing heart. My hands were on my breasts, the lingering
pleasure from Xiao Zhi's touch still echoing within me. Surprisingly, I felt no anger, only a sweet aftertaste.
After lying there for a while, I couldn't fall asleep again. I was afraid Xiao Zhi would come back to my room, and I really
wouldn't know what to do then. I got out of bed; the crotch of my underwear was soaked. I
took a pair of underwear from the closet drawer and went to the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, I quickly pulled off my soaked underwear, my face burning.
The crotch of my underwear was dripping wet with my sticky, sticky vaginal fluid, and the inside of my thighs
were also wet. I wiped my thighs with the underwear, casually placed it on the sink, and then
sat on the toilet.
Suddenly, I saw a shadow moving in the ventilation vent under the bathroom door. My heart tightened and started
pounding again; I knew it must be Xiao Zhi again. I hurriedly put on the underwear I'd brought from the bedroom. Before I
could even stand up, the shadow disappeared, and a series of light footsteps left from the doorway. I splashed cold water on
my burning face, calmed myself in front of the mirror, and then opened the door to the living room.
No one was in the living room. My son Xiao Yu's bedroom door was ajar, and Xiao Zhi was sitting on Xiao Yu's bed playing video games.
I checked the time and figured Xiao Yu would be home soon, so I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. While I was preparing dinner
, I suddenly heard Xiao Zhi come out and go into the bathroom. I ignored him and continued washing the vegetables.
After a while, I started to feel strange. Why hadn't I heard Xiao Zhi go back to his room? Why had he
been in the bathroom for so long?
Curious, I didn't turn off the tap and quietly and slowly walked out, cautiously approaching the bathroom.
A few steps from the bathroom, I noticed the door was ajar. Though I didn't dare get too close, I saw
Xiao Zhi reflected in the mirror above the sink. He was standing with his back to the door, holding my
underwear in one hand and smelling it, while stroking his own penis with the other. My heart raced.
Xiao Zhi's slightly dark penis was hard and erect, almost the size of a mature man's, the glans glistening.
He smelled my underwear, then wrapped the wet part around his penis,
stroking it a few times before smelling it again. His penis, wet with my fluids, shone even brighter.
My eyes were glued to his penis, staring intently at its hardness,
feeling unbearably hot, my fluids flowing uncontrollably. Then Xiao Zhi started stroking himself faster,
tilting his head back and muttering something. Xiao Zhi used my underwear to cover his penis and stroked it more than ten
times. His body started to tremble, and it only stopped after more than ten tremors. Xiao Zhi ejaculated into my underwear
.
Seeing this, my heart pounded wildly, and the vaginal fluid that had flowed out soaked my underwear again. I hurriedly ran
back to the kitchen, stood in front of the sink, and pressed my hands against the edge of the sink, breathing heavily. After calming down for a while, I heard the sound of the front door
opening. It must be my son, Xiao Yu, coming home. I quickly composed myself.
The food was ready, and I called my son, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Zhi to eat. While eating, Xiao Zhi would glance at me from time to time,
a suggestive smile on his lips, making my face involuntarily flush red. After dinner, Xiao Zhi was in a hurry to go
home. His son, Xiao Yu, wanted him to stay and play a little longer. Normally, Xiao Zhi wouldn't go home, but today he insisted
, saying he had already called his mother and was worried she would be anxious waiting at home. He even
gave me a suggestive smile after saying that.
My face suddenly turned red, and I panicked.
After Xiao Zhi left, my son went to play in his room. I don't know why, but I
inexplicably walked into the bathroom. Inside, I saw
my underwear on the sink. My hands trembled as I picked it up and slowly unfolded it. Sure enough, besides my vaginal
fluid, the crotch of my underwear was covered in Xiao Zhi's semen. Looking at the milky white semen on my underwear, I couldn't help but bring it
to my nose and smell it.
The smell of semen filled my nostrils, and my lust surged instantly. The smell
was so tempting. I hadn't smelled this in ten years. When my husband was still alive, I even tasted his semen
. To be honest, I really liked the unique smell of semen. This smell amplified my desire, and I
couldn't help but feel aroused, my thighs wet with desire.
I smelled it for a while, then, worried that my son, Xiaoyu, would find out, I quickly washed my underwear and
hung it on the clothes rack in the bathroom. On my way back to my bedroom, I passed by my son's room and saw him studying.
I always felt reassured about him; he always did his studies very well, no matter what. I went in and stood
behind him. Xiaoyu looked up at me. I reached out and stroked his face, then pulled
his head to my chest. He rubbed his head against my chest a few times. I leaned down and kissed his forehead
, telling him to rest early after he finished studying. He agreed, and I let go of him and went back to my room
.
I took a pair of underwear to the bathroom to shower. I really had no choice; I'd changed my underwear three times today
, and this pair was already soaked through under Xiao Zhi's watchful eyes. After showering, I changed into my underwear and then went
back to my room in my pajamas. I usually watch TV in my room now, so as not to disturb my son Xiao Yu's studies
. Lying in bed, I watched TV absentmindedly, having no idea what was on
. My mind was constantly racing.
It was quiet all night, and I turned off the light and lay dozing in bed. Since my husband left, I
haven't been sleeping well. Before, after making love with him every night, I would fall asleep soundly in his arms.
Thinking of him now makes me feel hot and restless again; desire is always surging within me. I'm
over thirty, and my husband has been gone for ten years. Without him, my desires haven't lessened
; instead, they've become stronger. I've started to crave sex even more. For ten years, I've relied on
masturbation to satisfy my needs. At first, it felt okay, but later, after each masturbation, I felt even more
empty.
Every time I masturbated, I couldn't help but think of that night, the
intense pleasure of my son ejaculating inside me, the real sensations his penis brought. I even thought that if
Xiaoyu weren't my son, I would have sex with him without hesitation.
In a daze, I felt a pair of hands kneading my breasts forcefully. I opened my eyes and saw
Xiaozhi on top of me. I reached out and hugged him, kissing him. I don't know when
, but I was completely naked. Xiaozhi wasn't wearing any clothes either, his naked body on top of me, his thick, hard penis
pressed between my spread legs. I groaned and lifted my hips. Xiaozhi's hard penis entered my vagina
, thrusting rapidly and powerfully. I hugged Xiaozhi tightly, groaning, waves of pleasure washing over me, and
soon I reached a violent orgasm.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure of the climax and the impact of Xiao Zhi's semen, I couldn't help but moan loudly. Suddenly, Xiao Zhi
pulled away from my body. I called out "Xiao Zhi" and reached out to hug him, but he
vanished from my arms.
I opened my eyes abruptly. The room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the window.
I was alone in the empty room, lying on the bed. It was just a dream! I had a bizarre dream in which Xiao Zhi and I were
making love. The real pleasure and the afterglow of the climax were still lingering inside me.
Then I felt something wet between my thighs. I reached down and touched it; my underwear and inner thighs were soaked
with vaginal fluid, even my buttocks were covered in it. I took off my underwear and wiped my buttocks and thighs, then
placed my fingers on my labia. As I rubbed my labia minora with my fingers, I savored the
pleasurable feeling of making love with Xiao Zhi in my dream.
My desire still surged within me, growing even stronger. I vigorously rubbed my labia
and clitoris, silently screaming, "Oh... Xiaozhi... oh... oh... Xiaozhi... fuck me... fuck
my pussy hard... oh... I want you to fuck my pussy... oh... oh... Xiaoyu..."
Suddenly, I called out my son Xiaoyu's name in my mind, and my body jolted violently, then convulsed as I reached
orgasm, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from my vagina.
Lying in bed, my mind wandered, sometimes thinking of Xiaozhi, sometimes of Xiaoyu, sometimes of
Xiaozhi's slightly dark, hard penis, sometimes of Xiaoyu's white penis.
It had been over two years since I started sleeping in a separate room from my son Xiaoyu, and I hadn't seen Xiaoyu's penis. Xiaoyu's penis must be bigger now
, maybe as big as Xiaozhi's? Thinking this, my vagina swelled again, and vaginal fluid
flowed uncontrollably.
What was wrong with me? Why was my desire so intense today? "Do I really want to...?"
I thought to myself. "What should I do if Xiaozhi continues like this? Should I just refuse and remind him?
No! Xiaozhi is my son Xiaoyu's only good friend. If this happens, Xiaozhi won't come to our house anymore,
and he might become estranged from Xiaoyu. If I don't stop him, what will he do next? Will he
become bolder, or even have sex with me? Xiaozhi wouldn't and wouldn't force himself on me. Judging from his behavior today
, he must have had a purpose in coming to my house on his own while Xiaoyu was at the cultural center. That purpose was to get
close to me, and even find an opportunity to have sex with me.
To be honest, I also like Xiaozhi, not just because he's my son Xiaoyu's best and only friend.
Xiaozhi is handsome, just like Xiaoyu, and he's very sensible, behaving like a mature
man in many ways. My body is in a state of extreme arousal. If Xiaozhi suddenly hugs me and begs for sex, I
will definitely refuse at first. But if Xiaozhi is very determined, my body probably won't be able to hold on." If
Xiao Zhi were to act like this again, I fear my body wouldn't refuse; in fact, I'd desperately crave sex with him.
The pleasure from his touch makes me want to continue.
What should I do if Xiao Zhi has the chance to do this again? If this happens again,
should I just let him have his way? If Xiao Zhi goes any further, should I simply have sex with him? To be honest, I
desperately crave sex with a man. I crave the sensation of a man's penis penetrating my vagina, I crave
the pleasure of sex, and I crave the ejaculation of a man's semen inside me.
No! Xiao Zhi is my son Xiao Yu's classmate. He's still a boy, and I'm only a year older than Xiao Yu.
Having sex with a boy that age seems absurd. But Xiao Zhi's penis! Just thinking about Xiao Zhi's slightly dark, hard
penis makes my heart pound uncontrollably. Xiao Zhi's penis was already almost the size of a mature man's,
perfectly capable of having sex with a woman. If it were inside my vagina…
Thinking of this, my vagina suddenly convulsed, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down my buttocks and
onto the bed. What should I do? What should I do? I was conflicted, knowing I shouldn't do this, yet
secretly yearning for Xiao Zhi to have sex with me like in my dream. I am a woman, and I desperately crave sex.
I haven't experienced sex in ten years. I crave sex with someone, but I'm
conflicted...

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