Me and my son

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I'm a 37-year-old widow with many suitors. I used to work as an English secretary at a foreign company, but now that my son is in high school, I quit my job to take care of him and am now unemployed at home focusing on his studies. Although my husband has been gone for so long, I rarely go out alone and don't like shopping. So, apart from occasionally going to an art exhibition or attending my favorite symphony concert,
I live a quiet and uneventful life.
Perhaps no one knows the loneliness in my heart, but sometimes, my bright and intelligent eyes inadvertently reveal a suppressed melancholy, especially in the quiet of the night when my solitary figure leaning against the window easily stirs the imagination. However, this elegant and charming woman never imagined that in my own home, a pair of greedy eyes were always secretly watching me! That was my son.
Actually, long ago, my son harbored a secret desire for his mature mother, who was 171 centimeters tall with a stunning figure. I usually stay upstairs after showering, wearing a bathrobe or a loose shirt, reading or listening to music, and sometimes helping my son with his studies. Overall, my life was peaceful and uneventful. But in those quiet days, only I knew best how much my youthful and passionate body craved the comfort of a man. But who could I confide in?
My son, who was always hidden beside me, outwardly played the role of a good son, but in reality, he was constantly watching my every move. Therefore, the barely concealed loneliness in my eyes was completely seen by him. But this cunning high school student simply suppressed his burning desire. Because, it seemed, my son understood the principles of hunting better than anyone else. With his father's early death, his stunningly beautiful mother, with her captivating beauty, tall and alluring figure, and skin so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, would sooner or later become his plaything. So he wasn't anxious, patiently waiting for the right opportunity.
Finally, the day the son had been longing for arrived. It was summer vacation again, so he could stay home with his mother every day for the long term. After finishing his homework, the son began to plan in his mind how to get his mother, whom he had been craving, into bed that night and have a good time with her.
At dinner time, my son and I ate together at home. We chatted casually while we ate. To outsiders, we seemed like such a good mother and son. No one would have guessed that my son would have inappropriate thoughts about his still beautiful and sexy mother. As for me, who has always been very well-behaved, I was of course unaware that my son often stared at my graceful and charming back. In fact, my son liked to secretly admire my long, snow-white legs and my still majestic, large, and round breasts. Whenever I ran up and down the stairs at home, the trembling, heavy waves of my breasts that bounced with my steps always made my son's mouth dry and his eyes wide with amazement. That evening, after taking a shower, I lay comfortably in bed reading, planning to finish watching my 9 PM TV series before
going to sleep. But just before 9 PM, my son knocked on my door. When I opened it, I saw my tall and strong son standing outside, wearing a floral plaid bathrobe.
I asked him what was wrong, and my obedient and filial son said, "Mom, I haven't had a proper talk with you in a long time. I want to talk to you for a bit." Seeing that he said this, I didn't think too much about it and let him into my room. My son looked at me, who was only wearing a silk short nightgown, and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I can't let you watch TV again today." I quickly replied, "Son, it's okay, Mom was just thinking of talking to you."
So, my son and I sat on the bed together, watching TV and chatting. My son was very close to me, and he could not only see my alluring, snow-white thighs that were crossed, but he could also easily see into my slightly open nightgown. My round, large breasts, half-hidden and half-revealed, supported by a sexy light blue bra, rose and fell with my breathing, creating a deep cleavage.
But what pleased my son even more was my exquisite face. He had never admired his mother's beautiful face so closely before, so he unabashedly admired my delicate and straight nose, as well as my always smiling, rosy and alluring lips, and especially my expressive eyes, which were always full of affection and revealed a shy and timid expression like that of a virgin. For nearly an hour, I blushed more than once and lowered my head shyly and uneasyly. In fact, I had long noticed that my son was staring at me from time to time, and that burning gaze clearly revealed the feelings between a man and a woman, rather than the love of a son for his mother.
My usually well-behaved and childish son, seeing me blushing and fidgeting nervously in front of him, knew I had sensed his hidden desire. He immediately decided to strike while the iron was hot. As I rubbed my lower back from sitting for too long, he said, "Mom, let me massage you," and casually placed his left hand on my shoulder. Through the silk fabric, he could clearly feel the bra strap; he gently caressed that area, waiting to see my reaction. Seeing how dutiful he was, I naturally lay down and let him massage me. He slowly massaged me, and before I knew it, his hand was on my thigh.
This immediately put me in a dilemma. I didn't want to refuse his concern outright, but I also didn't want him touching my thigh. I didn't know what to do, so when he pulled my right hand away from my bathrobe... I could only stammer, "Ah...son...no need...it's alright here..."
Although I wanted to stop him, he said seriously, "No! I must give Mom a good massage." As he spoke, he lifted the hem of my bathrobe, bringing his face close to my fair and delicate thighs, and quickly placing his hands on my thighs.
At the same time, I immediately realized that my sexy high-cut panties were exposed in front of my son. Instantly, my face turned red with embarrassment, not only my ears and neck but also my chest. At this time, the area of my son's hands caressing me was getting wider and wider. He not only touched my snowy buttocks with his fingers as if by accident, but also deliberately blew air into the areas he was massaging. His overly attentive gentleness and the contact that had already crossed the line made my breathing become rapid. I braced my hands on the soft edge of the bed, and turned my flushed face away from my son, not daring to look directly at his actions. Seemingly sensing my unease, my son peeked up at me and saw my ample breasts heaving violently right in front of him. My eyes were closed, my face turned to the side, and it was impossible to tell whether I was enduring or enjoying it.
But a smug smile appeared on his lips. He confidently told me, "Come on, Mom, open your legs a little wider, let me massage your sore spots."
I hesitated, but in that moment of hesitation, my son's hands were already on my thighs above my knees. As his hands moved upwards, a noticeable tremor ran through me, but I only let out a soft moan and didn't refuse his continued massage. When his right hand was between my thighs, he whispered again, "Mom, can you open your legs a little wider?"
My son's voice was like a spell, and I found myself obediently and shyly opening my legs wider. This time, however, his hands didn't move in tandem; instead, they attacked from both sides. His left hand slid along the outer edge of my thigh until it touched my buttocks, where it lingered, caressing and exploring haphazardly. His right hand boldly rubbed the inside of my thigh, his wicked and agile fingers moving until they were less than an inch from my private area before being tightly gripped by my inner thigh. But my son didn't force his way in. He just looked at me, whose nose was already beaded with sweat, with a half-smile and said, "Mom, just open your legs a little wider, come on, listen to me, just a little wider!"
My writhing body began to writhe uncomfortably on the bed. Tossing and turning, I tried my best to control myself, sometimes biting my lower lip, sometimes tossing my long hair, gazing at my son squatting in front of me with seductive eyes. But no matter how hard I tried, I finally sighed in a dreamlike voice, "Oh...son...this...is not good...I can't...do this...sigh..."
Although I said this, my restless body suddenly stopped. After about a second of stillness, I thrust my waist forward and spread my legs wide. In that instant, my son's fingers immediately touched my mound. Even through my panties, his fingertips could feel the warm moisture under the fabric. He began to slowly caress that beautiful mound.
Although I was trembling all over from being touched, my long, slender legs, which were spread wide apart, would occasionally try to close with excitement as those fingers teased and provoked me, but they never actually did. My reaction was exactly what my son wanted: I seemed to be trying my best to resist, but in reality, I could only pretend to resist.
At that moment, my son lowered his head and easily bit open the bow-tied belt of my bathrobe with his teeth. In the instant the bathrobe was completely open, he saw the beautiful body he had been longing for day and night, which was now brightly displayed before him. The full, half-naked breasts seemed to be about to spring out of the light blue bra, gently swaying and shining beneath the cups. The lust in his eyes burned even more intensely. Without a word, he buried his face deep into the deep cleavage. Like a little wolf that had been starving for days, he busily and greedily kissed my chest, but for a moment he couldn't find the nipple he wanted to suckle. So he quickly raised his left hand to unhook the bra. At this moment, I, who was already holding my breath and trembling all over, seemed to suddenly wake up. I suddenly squeezed my legs together, my almond eyes widened, and I pushed away my son's invasion. She hurriedly whispered, "Ah...ah...son...no...don't...you can't do this...oh...sigh...no...son...really...can't do it anymore..."
But how could her son, already aroused, stop? He completely ignored her struggles and protests. Not only was his right hand busy trying to slip into her sexy panties, but his left hand also roughly ripped her bathrobe off to the floor. At the same time, he went a step further and buried his head into Yu Sha's chest. Because Yu Sha's wrists were still covered by the sleeves of her bathrobe, she was unable to stretch her arms to resist. The nipples she desperately wanted to protect were ultimately slid into her bra cups by her son's cunning tongue, like a snake, quickly and nimbly scraping and swirling them. Moreover, her son's tongue became more and more rampant and fiery with each stroke.
At that moment, I wanted to enjoy it, yet dared not reciprocate. I knew my nipples were hard and erect, and each lick of his tongue filled me with both anxiety and shame. A burning desire, rising from the depths of my being, was also consuming my reason and soul. I knew I was on the verge of collapse, and understood I was about to succumb, but I refused to disobey my husband. Therefore, clinging to the last vestiges of my sanity, I desperately tried to push my son away. With
that effort, my son pressed his entire body against mine. Suddenly experiencing the joy of being embraced, he simply gazed at the beautiful woman before him, her breath heavy and her face flushed with shyness. Her expression—a mixture of reproach and longing, of wanting to look but daring not to open her eyes—was utterly captivating, leaving him momentarily stunned. He held his breath, admiring my exquisitely beautiful expression for a long while, before finally exclaiming sincerely, "Oh, Mom, you're so beautiful...you're so gorgeous! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently kissed my rounded, delicate shoulders. I kept my eyes tightly closed, not daring to utter a word, letting my son's lips and tongue gently and skillfully kiss my shoulders, moving towards my neck and ears. Then he kissed back down to my shoulders, and then slowly back up, the bra strap hanging on my arm slipping down to my elbow. Like a beloved lover, he first slipped his hand inside the bra, gently caressing my breasts. As my trembling body tightened, he pressed his lips to my earlobe and said, "No need..." "Nervous, Mom, your son will treat you well and make you feel very comfortable!"
I let out a soft moan and a low groan, but still didn't say a word. My face flushed more and more. Seeing that the moment had come, my son quietly moved his tongue, which had been licking my earlobe, to my full and sexy lips. His hands, which had been caressing my breasts, slowly moved to the clasp of my front-opening bra. I, who had been afraid to open my eyes, was startled when my son's tongue, as agile and cunning as a snake, tried to enter between my lips. I panicked and tried to avoid his hot and greedy tongue, but no matter how I dodged and dodged, my son's lips still pressed against my mouth several times. My writhing body, which was trying to escape, allowed my son to easily unhook my bra. My full breasts bounced out. I gasped urgently, "Oh...no...son...it really can't...ah...how can this be...oh...stop...please...son...you have to stop!" But my silence only made things worse. The moment I spoke, my son's tongue, which had been waiting for its chance, swiftly slipped into my mouth. The instant our wet, hot tongues touched, I panicked, my eyes widening as I desperately tried to spit out the intruder. But my son, burning with desire, wouldn't let me have my way. His tongue relentlessly probed my throat, forcing me to use my own tongue to resist his powerful demands. Once our lips were pressed tightly together, our tongues became even more entangled, until the room was filled with the sounds of passionate kissing.
Of course, my son's hands weren't idle. One arm encircled my fragrant shoulder, while the other caressed my breasts, moving down over my flat, smooth belly and effortlessly slipping into my sexy panties. When his palm covered my mound, my body trembled and my legs clamped together, but I didn't resist. His large hand gently caressed my small, curly, and thick patch of pubic hair. After a moment, he used his middle finger to gently probe the entrance between my tightly closed thighs. At that moment, my chest heaved, and my son's fingertip felt the wet, sticky fluid that had already filled my panties...
Knowing that I was already aroused, my son boldly inserted his index finger into my vulva, beginning to gently pry, probe, and probe. Although my legs tightened more and more uncomfortably, his palms became increasingly wet. Knowing the trick of striking while the iron was hot, he immediately lowered his head to suckle my already erect nipple. When he took that small fleshy ball, about the size of a pen cap, into his mouth, he immediately discovered how sensitive and hard it was. He first gently sucked for a while, and then lightly bit and gnawed at it with his teeth. As a result, I, who had been afraid to make a sound, could no longer bear it and let out a shameful moan.
I held my face tightly with both hands, humming softly, "Oh...oh...God...don't bite like that...um...oh...God...be gentle...please...oh...ah...don't...so hard...oh...oh...it's killing me...woo...oh...God...son...what am I supposed to do?" Hearing my pleading moans, my son finally loosened his grip and said, "Mommy, does it feel good when your son bites your nipples like this? Do you want your son to bite harder for you?" As he spoke, his fingers began to dig faster into my secret place.
My legs were bent as he dug at me, my body trying to escape but held tightly by my son. Finally, I could only grip his shoulder with one hand and pull his thrashing wrist with the other, breathing rapidly as I pleaded, "Oh, son...no...please...be gentle...oh...this...is no good...you can't...uh...oh...son...stop...please...oh...you have to be rational...ah..."
My pleading only fueled his desire to conquer me. He buried his face in my breasts again, his fingers probing and digging inside my secret place, while his mouth took turns biting and sucking at my nipples. As this attack began, I knew how powerful he was. I nervously gripped the blanket with both hands, my beautiful nails digging deep into the fibers. As the raging fire of desire burned within me, my long, snow-white legs began to bend and kick, shifting restlessly from side to side. My pretty face showed a lewd expression of wanting to resist yet indulging in pleasure. Knowing that I didn't want to resist, my son quickly pulled his right hand out of my sexy panties, preparing to turn and take them off.
When my son pulled at the panties that were pressed under my snowy buttocks, what was originally an difficult task was easily accomplished by my skillful cooperation of arching my back and swaying my hips. He pulled the panties up to my ankles in one go. Seeing that Yu Sha was already aroused, my son deliberately stopped paying attention to the panties and instead began to busily remove my bathrobe and bra. With my cooperation, he easily stripped off my clothes. My son's eyes were focused on one thing. He clearly saw me take the initiative to quietly kick off the panties that were wrapped around my ankles!
My son's gaze swept over my alluring, naked body. My perfectly proportioned, curvaceous figure, with its fair skin and rosy cheeks, prompted him to exclaim, "Oh, Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, with the best body!" My face flushed, my eyes misty with shyness as I looked at him, a mixture of unspoken words and unspoken understanding. I remained silent, biting my lower lip and turning my face away bashfully. My son quickly rolled over, and as he removed his robe, I gasped in surprise. He wasn't wearing underwear! His sudden nakedness sent a shiver down my spine, which I had been secretly watching him from the corner of my eye. He had come prepared! And his manhood looked so large!!
Seemingly noticing my surprised yet curious expression, my son smugly squatted down next to my head, deliberately dangling his large, erect penis, which was about seven or eight tenths hard, above my nose. He then took my right hand, gently pressed my delicate, elegant hand against his penis, and then guided me to masturbate him. Although I turned my face away, as if I dared not face this sixteen-year-old man, the hand holding his penis tightened its grip, and the speed of my masturbation gradually increased.
Next, my son, while admiring my beautiful, dreamlike, shy expression, caressed my firm breasts with both hands. My other hand, which he had already released, actively and passionately masturbated him. Perhaps I felt his large penis growing increasingly swollen and thicker, even reaching a size I couldn't encircle with one hand, so I seemed genuinely surprised. I suddenly turned and stared shyly at my son's large penis for several seconds before gasping and saying incredulously, "Oh, son... yours... how can it be so thick... so long... so big?" As I spoke, I vigorously stroked it a few times, then couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh, so big!... so good..." "Big...!"
My son knew that since I dared to look him in the eye, it meant I had let go of my pride and was no longer bound by the mother-son relationship. So he straddled me with confidence, placing his seven-inch-long, glans-larger than a golf ball, hard penis between my breasts. Then he slowly thrust his hips and began to masturbate his mother. I cooperated with his thrusts, actively squeezing and rubbing my full breasts, trying desperately to use my two big mounds to clamp my son's thick penis. My already watery eyes boldly stared at the large purple glans that kept piercing through my breasts.
Seeing my keen interest in his large penis, my son raised his hips even higher and thrust harder. With this adjusted angle, his glans now bumped against my chin with every thrust. I seemed to enjoy this trick; my flushed face beamed with increasing pleasure. Under my son's gaze, I unconsciously licked my lips and murmured, "Oh, such a big glans...you're so strong...son...oh...you're so strong..."
Knowing the moment was right, my son stared intently into my eyes and said, "Tell me, Mom, do you like my big dick...you shyly
sucking it?" He glanced tenderly at the enormous penis before me, then shyly looked away. Though I didn't answer, I unconsciously licked my lips again. This seemingly natural action immediately told my son that my secret place was already dripping with lustful fluids. However, he didn't want to feast right away, so he moved forward, pressing my hands under his knees, so that his hard, large penis was pressed against the tip of my nose, while my delicate face was sandwiched between his kneeling legs. Then he grasped his penis, first gently rubbing and touching my chin and cheeks with the glans, until his beautiful mother shook her head in embarrassment and frustration, looking like she couldn't bear his torment. Only then did he fix his large glans on my face. Below my nostrils, I seemed to smell the strong odor emanating from his large penis. I tried to turn my head away, but my son clamped his legs together, pinning my head beneath his scrotum. With nowhere to hide, a burning, scorching light shone in my watery, melancholic eyes as I boldly stared at my son's triangular eyes, which gleamed with lust.
My son, holding his large penis, slapped my cheeks and commanded, "Open your mouth, Mom, take my glans in your mouth, quick! I need you to give me a blowjob."
But my son shook his head laboriously, saying, "Oh...no...son...I don't know how to...I haven't even...your dad's...been tasted." "...Really...no...um...oh...no...I...really don't know how to do this..."
Hearing that his mother had never even given oral sex to her husband, the son was overjoyed. So, he wasn't in a hurry. He continued to slowly and deliberately pat my delicate cheeks with his penis. After a moment, he pressed the head of his penis against my lips, trying to push it into my mouth. But I shook my head and struggled desperately, my jaw clenched, refusing to let his penis in. Besides trying to force his way in, he kept coaxing me, saying, "Good mom, open your mouth and help me suck on your penis."
However, I still refused to give in. My bright eyes were half-open, and my expression was both charming and shy. It seemed that I knew I was doomed, but I didn't want to surrender easily. My confident son seemed to enjoy playing this extremely provocative game of attack and defense with his mother. He changed his strategy and stopped randomly thrusting at my lips. Instead, he used his large, hard glans to scrape my two red and sexy lips up and down and left and right. After playing like this for a while, he simply used his left hand to pry open my lips so that his glans could directly touch my two rows of snow-white teeth. I had nowhere to escape, so I closed my eyes and let him use his glans to diligently brush my teeth.
However, my teeth remained firmly planted, and after brushing my teeth with his glans for two or three minutes, my son gradually lost patience. He suddenly pinched my nose with his left hand, startling me awake. In that fleeting moment, I instinctively tried to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth, his long-awaited glans tried to take advantage of the opening. Just as his glans was about to thrust in, I suddenly realized his intention. I hurriedly tried to close my mouth, but his glans, already halfway in, made it too late. Just as I was about to completely block it from my mouth, my wet and slippery tongue inevitably came into contact with his hot, throbbing glans. I was so embarrassed that I recoiled, my face turning away. But this dodge inadvertently caused my tongue to brush against his urethral opening. This swift, unexpected lick sent shivers of pleasure through my son, making his spine feel like it was melting. He let out a long, satisfied groan and said, "Oh, so good!... Yes, that's it!... Quick! Lick it like that again!" "Damn!"
Although I heard his voice, I, who had never licked a man's tongue before, was equally stunned by the intense shock of that lick. My whole body was burning hot, my heart was trembling, and my flushed face showed an expression of unreadable joy or sorrow. I didn't dare to respond or look at my son's face, only savoring the excitement that surged from the depths of my heart! At this moment, after not getting a response from me, my son pinched my nose again, while eagerly trying to force his large glans into my mouth. At first, I could barely hold on, but then... The increasingly intense feeling of suffocation forced me to open my mouth to breathe. Although I deliberately only opened my mouth a crack, my son, who was eyeing me like a predator, repeatedly used the suffocation method, forcing me to open my mouth wider and wider. When I finally couldn't hold back any longer and gasped for breath, my son's large glans successfully entered my mouth. Although I quickly bit down on its tip, more than a third of the glans had already successfully entered between my two rows of white teeth. Biting on a huge, purplish-black glans, the sight was incredibly seductive and utterly lewd!
For a moment, my son was also stunned. He let go of my left hand and stroked my cheek and forehead, saying, "Come on, Mom, slowly swallow it all."
I stared at him for a while before slightly loosening my jaw, letting his large glans forcefully push in a little more. Moreover, I deliberately bit down hard, as if I wanted to bite off that hateful glans in one bite. Although my son was grimacing in pain, he endured the pain and stubbornly held onto his penis, continuing to thrust forward. However, I also bit down deeply on his large glans, refusing to let him cross the line any further. We stared into each other's eyes, each trying to see into the depths of the other's soul. After a moment of stalemate, I softened first, slowly relaxing my teeth to allow my son's glans to penetrate a little deeper. Then I lowered my eyes and began to gently lick the part I was biting. My son let out another pleasurable groan, looking down at my precious expression as I performed oral sex on a man for the first time. He couldn't help but exclaim with ecstatic joy, "Oh, you're so beautiful! Mom, I love it when you lick me like this."
I raised my eyes and gave him a reproachful look, then suddenly my teeth... With ease, my son's entire large glans slid into my mouth. Its massive size, crowding my oral cavity, slightly distorted my beautiful face. I struggled to suck on his glans, my nimble tongue frantically licking, wholeheartedly trying to please him. When he began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, I let out a series of moans and groans, sounding like cries of extreme pain, a stark contrast to my blissful expression. My son lowered his hips, ready for me to try the deep-throat game, penetrating all the way in.
He tentatively pushed his glans into my throat, but each time he reached the entrance, I let out a painful moan, making him hesitant to push too hard for fear of injuring my beautiful throat. However, he didn't want to give up this ultimate pleasure of his glans being deep in my throat, so although he tried to be as gentle as possible... With each increasingly forceful thrust and penetration, that enormous, powerful glans finally forced its way into my poor throat amidst my furrowed brows and agonizing struggle. Even though only half of the glans was inside, the excruciating pain in my throat, as if it were being torn apart, and the burning sensation, brought tears to my eyes. I let out mournful "uh-uh" sounds, violently shaking my head in an attempt to escape. But at that moment, my son thrust again with fierce force, mercilessly slamming his entire glans into my throat. My throat felt like it had been stabbed in the chest. I trembled all over in pain, kicking and flailing my limbs. My eyes widened in shock and fear. But my son, who was watching my ever-changing expressions, had a cruel, sly smile creep onto his lips. He slowly withdrew his penis a little, and just when I thought he was about to pull it out so I could catch my breath, he unexpectedly used a feint. He thrust forward again, almost shoving his entire penis into my sexy little mouth!
Seeing that only an inch of his large penis was sticking out, the son knew this was probably the limit of what his mother could endure. So he didn't force it any further, but quietly watched as the beautiful woman's eyes began to roll back, her nostrils flared rapidly, and her whole body tense up. She looked like she was about to suffocate. My eyes, which were constantly drooping upwards, proved that I was on the verge of dying. Seeing this, the son finally withdrew his hard
penis with satisfaction. As the glans left the entrance of my throat that had been tightly gripping it, the intense friction made him shout, "Oh, that feels so good!" The son had just stood up when, with my throat still blocked by his large penis, I was choked and coughed violently the moment fresh air was forced back into my throat. The violent coughing and rapid breathing lasted for quite a while before slowly subsiding. The son, watching my delicate body curled up, choking and tearing up, still gulping down air... Panting, I said coldly and cruelly, "Stand up! Kneel in front of me and start giving me a good blowjob!" Still not fully recovered, in my flustered and chaotic state, I didn't even realize that my son had grabbed my long hair and made me kneel before him like a prisoner of passion. My shy eyes tried to avoid his raging, large glans, but my head was firmly held down by my son, leaving me no way to dodge or avoid it. I first glanced at the purplish-red glans in front of me, my face flushed, and then resignedly opened my sexy lips and gently took the tip of the glans into my mouth. After a few seconds, I took in more of it, but I seemed intimidated by its size and power, and didn't dare to take the whole glans into my mouth. Instead, I held about half of the glans in my mouth, looking up at my son's excited face, as if waiting for his next instruction.
Seeing the submissive and docile look in the eyes of this stunningly beautiful woman he had fantasized about countless times, my son immediately commanded me with unwavering confidence, "Stick out your tongue and lick the whole thing! Understand? You have to lick every part."
Just as my son had predicted, the pretty mother kneeling before him, though her face flushed, obediently and gently released the piece of flesh from her mouth and began to carefully and attentively lick his glans, starting from the tip and then passionately licking the entire head of his penis. As my tongue moved to the area below the glans... While I was licking his penis, my son looked at his glistening, wet glans and couldn't help but exclaim with delight, "Oh, my sweet baby, my beautiful mommy, you're licking me so well!" As if greatly encouraged, I swayed my head from side to side even more vigorously, licking my son's huge, thick penis twice from left to right and from top to bottom. However, my oral sex skills were still very rudimentary, and it took me a lot of effort to complete this task,
facing this lively, angry, and throbbing penis .

Seeing me with my hands resting on his thighs, my son knew that this pretty mother, clearly lacking in bedroom experience, still needed his clinical guidance and training. So, he immediately took my soft hands and guided me to grasp his erect penis, then told me, "Try to see if you can take
the whole thing down!"
I gazed at him shyly with my watery, alluring eyes for a while before whispering, "Your thing... is so big... one... I... don't know if I can take it down..." But my son continued to encourage me, saying, "Just try... don't worry... I'll teach you slowly... you
'll become addicted to the pleasure of deep throating."
I stared at him deeply again, then straightened his enormous penis, letting its large... The menacing glans was right in front of my mouth, and then I opened my lips and took the entire glans into my mouth. Then I buried my head deeper and deeper, swallowing the massive shaft inch by inch. A difficult yet incredibly stimulating deep-throat game began again, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't completely swallow my son's huge penis. Even though I held onto his buttocks tightly with both hands for leverage, and his hands pressed hard on my head in hopes of success, I was already gagging from the impact of his large glans. Although I knew his glans was deeper into my throat than before, a small piece of the shaft always remained outside my lips. I tried again and again, but it wasn't over... To be continued...
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