Unruly mother

"You really
can't go, darling?" "
I want to go, Anna! But I have two client meetings scheduled today, I might be busy until the early hours!"
"No, no, no! It's not your fault, Luo! Daniel's birthday is Thursday, and I only found out last night that he's planning a birthday party this weekend! He sounded so adorable on the phone, like a spoiled brat begging for a birthday cake, so when he asked us to attend, I just couldn't bear to refuse!" "
Okay, I won't say anything more! Tell Daniel I love him, and I hope he drinks less!"
"I won't say anything more either, I'm busy tonight! It might take six hours to get there!" "
Oh! How about a couple of drinks?" Luo raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
"A couple of drinks, okay?" he said, putting on gloves as he walked around the kitchen table and whispered in my ear,
"And you know what our after-dinner entertainment is like!" "
As we kissed goodbye, his hand slipped from under my skirt and onto my thigh, his fingers pressing firmly against my mons pubis, the friction against my underwear sending a jolt of excitement through me! I reluctantly pushed him away:
'Look what you've done! Don't come back drunk tonight! I haven't had any meat in over a week, if you leave me empty again tonight, I'll make you pay!'
After a passionate kiss, Luo said:
'Taxes, Anna! You can rest assured, I guarantee I'll be full of energy tonight, absolutely satisfying, a full "payment"!'
After giving him another kiss, I went into the room, took a few deep breaths of cool air to calm my passionate heart, then packed the gift I wanted to bring Daniel and set off.
The temperature inside the car rose rapidly, so before getting on the interstate, I stopped to take off my coat and gloves to make driving more comfortable.
The interstate was sparsely populated, allowing for unimpeded travel at high speeds." Sitting in my new Chevrolet Ponchi 300, the road was straight, the car was fast, and the lights were bright—driving was incredibly exhilarating and exhilarating.
I was on my way to my son's 21st birthday party! It's hard to believe I'm already 21!
Although I'm 40, I still clearly remember my 21st birthday—February 14, 1974. At that time, Mark and I had been married for almost three years, Daniel was a happy and lively two-year-old, and I was anything but happy.
I ended the marriage when Neil was five, and Mark left for another country, and I haven't heard from him since.
Therefore, I absolutely do not approve of getting married too young. Think about it, can you maintain a marriage living in a moving Chevrolet? Eating, drinking, and even making love all within the car! Dear readers, could you bear that?
The next ten years flew by. I completed my university studies and got a good job. My son and I depended on each other. Because it was just the two of us, we cherished each other even more and grew closer. We developed a bond that wasn't just mother and son, but also friends, and even close confidants. We successfully navigated Daniel's rebellious adolescence together.
Then... I often thought to myself that I might never meet another man I truly liked! Then Luo appeared—mature, steady, humorous, and reliable!
My accountant, Mr. Foster, retired, and Luo took over his work. After only two seasons, he showed me great care and concern, and I discovered that I liked him, appreciating his talent and demeanor, not just a pretty face.
By the time we married, Daniel had grown quite handsome, and he gladly accepted Luo into our lives. Luo didn't want to be a "domineering father," and Daniel never tried to establish a "territory." They respected each other and got along very well, often comfortably watching sports and TV shows together.
Okay! To make a long story short, it was simply wonderful! I no longer had to grumble or complain about how hard life was, because looking around, there weren't many people living as comfortably as I did.
While driving and lost in thought, a small question suddenly occurred to me: I look much younger than 40, not at all like someone with a 21-year-old son in college. So, I wonder what it will be like when I introduce my mom at a party! I'm really looking forward to finding out!
Take music, for example. I'm quite trendy and have a progressive mindset. Although I mostly listen to old songs on the radio, I'm a big fan of Rem and U2. Whenever I hear Pearl Jam's incredibly emotional vocals, I always tremble with excitement!
Thinking back to high school, one summer, seven of us friends (four boys and three girls) squeezed into an old, beat-up car—I forget whose it was—to go on vacation. But we only went a mile before the police stopped us because we were going too slowly, leaving a long, long line of cars behind us. That weekend, we all huddled together at a campsite, listening to the radio, drinking beer, getting carried away, having sex on a whim, and completely emptying our minds. Tonight should be fun and enjoyable like this!
My figure can still fascinate many men; I'm beautiful, petite, and in great shape. I have a pair of beautiful legs—so beautiful that they're eye-catching in a short mini-skirt! My round buttocks look alluring in jeans, and as for my full breasts, although they're a little saggy, Luo says they're still perky and sexy. Of course, my waist and hips are a bit thicker because I've had children, but overall, I'm still very attractive!
I really want to know when my figure will change, like now, when I suddenly realize I'm no longer young. Maybe one day I'll find my figure has changed, my buttocks are covered in fat, my body is like a gasoline barrel, like a middle-aged or elderly woman—that would be... ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Lost in my daydreams, I forgot to control my speed. A police car behind me is honking its siren, warning me to pull over.
I signaled and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. A police car stopped behind me. Before opening the door, the officer checked his hat in the rearview mirror. While he was doing so, I quickly checked myself in the mirror and pulled my skirt up a few inches above my thighs [it's no big deal, right? It won't kill me, will it?].
I rolled down the window, and the officer bent down to ask for my driver's license. This officer was tall and young, and I could tell from his uniform that he had a large chest! His name tag read "t.boyd." I
saw him glance at my chest first, then stare at it intently [I was wearing a low-cut top]. I thought I was lucky! Maybe I could get away with this!
To get out of there quickly, I risked being removed from the National Women's Association board by giving him a quick, disdainful look, then looked at him with an innocent, almost tearful expression and asked, "
How much was I speeding, officer?!" I really didn't mean to; I hadn't been more than half a car ahead for a while, so I was careless. "
You're almost 70 miles per hour! I spotted you at the last bend, Mom!"
[Damn! That "Mom" is so hurtful!] So, while I was daydreaming, he'd already been following me for a while!
"Anna Crest... is all this information accurate?"
"Yes, officer, all the information is correct."
The officer walked back to his car, and I saw him talking into the cordless phone and writing something. Damn it! Looks like a speeding ticket is inevitable! I started worrying about how to explain it to my insurance broker.
The young officer got out of his car and leaned against my window. His face was so close I could smell his cologne—aramis, one of my favorites. He was so close I felt very uncomfortable. A thought popped into my head: I'd rather sit in the back of the patrol car and suck his penis than get a speeding ticket.
"Mrs. Crest..." His voice was stern, but his eyes couldn't leave my chest.
"Mrs. Crest! This time I'm only giving you a warning. I hope you'll be careful with your speed for the rest of the journey."
"Thank you, handsome officer! I will." I gave him my most charming smile:
"I promise I will be careful!"
"On the other hand, if you're heading east, no matter where you're going, you can't avoid the impending blizzard, that's what the weather forecast says. Be careful!" Oh
my god! How could this happen? I only have myself to blame for forgetting to listen to the Philadelphia weather report before leaving home. Daniel didn't warn me about the blizzard either.
"Thank you for your warning, officer! ...And thank you for informing me about the impending blizzard..."
The handsome officer looked at my thighs, then at my chest, and finally smiled slightly at me before leaving the car window and walking back.
"Goodbye! Drive carefully!" "
I will!" I drove back into the lane and continued on my way!
Until we were half an hour away from Philadelphia, there wasn't a drop of rain or snow, but when we encountered it, it was a very strong blizzard.
I was almost at Daniel's place, and I wanted to turn back, but I was already so far from home, so I gritted my teeth and continued. However, the short journey took over an hour to reach the campus. I even slipped twice on the wet streets, giving me a real scare!
With a sigh of relief, I slowly drove into the campus, parked the car near Daniel's dorm, turned off the ignition, and finally arrived—safe!
That last hour of driving was absolutely terrible; it almost killed me, and I still feel a lingering fear!
Stepping out of the car, my feet immediately sank into about four inches of icy, wet, and cold snow. Like an escapee, clutching my shoes, handbag, gloves, and coat, I stumbled and half-slipped my way to the entrance of Daniel's dorm building, grabbed the wall-mounted phone, and dialed Daniel's number.
"Hello!"
"Is Daniel there?"
"Yes, please wait a moment!"
The person answering the phone placed it on a hard object, the crackling sound piercing the ears, then a voice came from afar:
"Hey! You asshole! A girl's looking for you!" "
Who is it, you idiot!" It was Daniel's voice. How
should I know? You're a son of a bitch! "
Fuck your father!" Then came "Hey!"
"Daniel!"
"Mom! Oh! ...Where are you?" "
Downstairs, come down and lead me through the security door!"
"Oh! Okay, I'll call Luo and tell him about the weather, and ask him to tell you to stay home and not come."
"Daniel! Go into your dorm first, I'm soaking wet and freezing, I can't take it anymore!" "
Oh! Okay, sorry, Mom! I'll be right down!" "
Get a few strong classmates to come with you, honey! I brought some goodies in the car." I
went through the second door so Daniel could come downstairs and see me as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. This university has a very comprehensive security system for its student dormitories, so although the campus isn't in a prime location, I don't mind. After all, student safety (including my Daniel's) is the most important thing!
I'm standing in one of four student dormitory buildings. Daniel has lived here for four years, but he was only assigned to the best dormitory area, reserved for athletes and upperclassmen, this year. Daniel's dormitory has a spacious living room/dining room, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms.
Daniel has three roommates: Brian is an upperclassman, and Stephen and Tom share a room, both underclassmen. They're members of the same club and seem to get along quite well.
The elevator opened, and Daniel came out with two unfamiliar boys. Daniel led me through the security door, and as soon as we entered, I immediately gripped my son's hand tightly:
"Hi! Honey, how are you?"
"Great, Mom! I can't believe you made it here through such a strong snowstorm."
Yes! It wasn't easy, honey! "Could you come up to your dorm first and change into some dry socks? My feet are freezing. The keys are here, and the car is parked in row 20, cell 2 or 3." "
No problem, Mom! We'll be right up!"
They headed towards the parking lot, and just then the elevator arrived. They stepped inside, quickly tidying themselves up.
As I knocked on the door and opened the dorm door, their elevator arrived too. They stepped out with a loud "thump," their belongings hitting the hallway floor.
It was Saturday afternoon, and it seemed Daniel and his roommates were preparing a small party and had already set everything up. The TV was showing a basketball game, the volume low so as not to disturb the stereo, which was playing some melancholic music I wasn't familiar with. But the main attraction was the snow. The curtains were fully open, and the view from the fifteenth floor was truly magnificent!
Following Daniel into his bedroom, he took out two different pairs of white knee-high socks, smelled them, and then gave them to me. As we talked, I slipped my hand under my skirt, wiggled my hips, pulled my wet underwear up to my knees, then peeled it off from my feet. Wearing dry socks felt so comfortable and warm.
Daniel's friends, seeing the two cases of beer and two bottles of brandy, cheered loudly and immediately put the beer in the refrigerator.
Entering the kitchen, I first called Luo to let him know I had arrived safely, then asked if everyone was hungry. After getting their answers, I divided the two large bags of food I had brought into pots and heated them on the stove.
"This is what I brought, guys! There's pasta, meat patties, and homemade bread. It took me ages to prepare this. Come on! Everyone, try it and see what you think!" I called out.
The aroma of the cooking food must have filled the air, because the guys arrived one after another. Soon I knew I needed to add more sauce and knead more dough. As the crowd grew, I bustled about in the kitchen, serving plates of food and constantly cutting bread.
Neil's roommate, Brian, squeezed through the crowd to bring me my second drink and helped serve the food to this pack of hungry wolves.
The stereo system blared, and the crowd huddled together, chatting—a truly joyful and heartwarming scene.
Brian helped me clear the dishes, and as we washed, we talked about music, school, and the snow. My third drink slipped down my throat without me even realizing it. When I received my fourth drink, I knew I'd had a bit too much; I felt a little dizzy. When Brian, while working, inadvertently brushed against my buttocks or chest, I found my skin extremely sensitive, instantly aroused by the slightest touch.
Holding Daniel's birthday cake, I squeezed into the center of the crowd, lit the candles, and as I placed the cake on the low coffee table in front of the birthday boy, I felt Brian's hand touch my buttocks. While everyone cut the cake, Brian and I retreated to the kitchen and opened a second bottle of wine.
After working from afternoon until evening, it was finally time to catch our breath. We sat down to chat, play drinking games, and watch the blizzard outside the window. Occasionally, Brian would invite me to dance, and when he pulled me close, I could clearly feel his erection. We drank until the bottles were empty, and I, emboldened by the alcohol, continued drinking beer.
Later, when I realized I was getting tired and drunk, the crowd had long since moved on to somewhere else for their party. The entire dormitory was empty and quiet, like a ghost town, without a single person or sound.
I knew I couldn't stay up all night, but I had no clothes to change into. I asked Daniel if he could lend me a t-shirt or a shirt.
"Sure, Mom! It's in the second drawer, you choose!"
She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth with her fingers, then went back to Daniel's bedroom. She carefully took off her skirt and bra, hanging them on the clothesline. She hesitated about taking off the bra, but finally decided that comfort was more important than shame—taking off her bra always made her feel fucking good!
She picked out the cleanest-looking pullover, stretched her head out, and pulled it on. Standing there, she pulled the garment down to her buttocks, turning her head to look around. Wow! It was really short, just enough to cover her buttocks.
Looking in the full-length mirror, she could see the white thong between her legs. She shrugged, made a face at herself in the mirror, and muttered to herself:
"Whatever, it's just for sleeping, it's fine!"
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. Brian opened it:
"Hi! Anna, I was wondering if there's anything else I can help you with? Please let me know, don't hesitate." I
don't remember when he started calling me "Anna" instead of "Mrs. Crest," but I didn't want to correct him; I just let it happen naturally. I stood there stiffly, afraid to move an inch, lest I expose myself.
Brian leaned against the doorframe with a smile, wearing only a pair of blue pajama bottoms that looked like silk, his upper body bare. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and hairless, and his abdomen looked strong and powerful, his four-pack abs clearly defined like a packaged parcel.
"Where's Daniel?"
"He's asleep on the sofa. It's quiet all around, like it's just the two of us, hmm."
"Hmm, what's wrong, Brian?"
"Don't you think you need anything?"
I knew he was trying to seduce me. If I wasn't mistaken, Brian had occasionally touched my buttocks, brushed against my breasts, and even danced slowly all night—all his actions were provocative. This brat! I'm old enough to be his mother, let alone the mother of his best friend!
Brian was brimming with confidence in his performance and seduction, but I knew that if I accepted his advances, I wouldn't be able to face Daniel and myself tomorrow.
"Thank you, Brian! That's all."
"So, you don't need anything, Anna?"
"Nothing at all, Brian! Goodnight then, thank you for your service."
"Okay, goodnight Anna! See you tomorrow!" Brian shrugged and smiled.
For some reason, I couldn't fall asleep in bed. The long journey, the blizzard, rushing to make dough, and that damned alcohol—scenes flashed through my mind, making me unusually awake and restless like a worker ant. Perhaps it was the uneven mattress on Daniel's bed, or perhaps it was the rising desire, the palpitations in my body and mind—anything was wrong; I just couldn't sleep!
After a while, I heard the dormitory door open and close, followed by noise from the next room, a noise that only fueled my already aroused desires.

Through the thin wall beside the bed, the sounds of the couple flirting, thrusting, and the girl's wanton moans drifted into my ears without any concealment. They made my mouth dry, my body hot, restless, and drenched in sweat; my underwear was hot and damp. I couldn't resist pressing my ear against the wall to listen until they reached their climax. A moment later, they left, leaving me alone again with my lingering desire.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I was awakened by the sound of the toilet flushing. Then the bedroom door opened. Thinking that perhaps Brian was still persistent and wanted to take advantage of me, I pretended to be asleep, still lying quietly with my back to the door, facing the wall. I heard the door close, then the sound of clothes being undressed, and then someone came onto the bed.

It was Daniel; he quickly fell asleep. He must have drunk too much and forgotten that his mother was sleeping here. After using the bathroom, he subconsciously went back to his room and slept on his bed.

I pulled the covers over both of us. I knew that unless I woke Daniel up and made him leave, there was no room for me in the dorm (except for Brian's bed, of course). So I had to get out of bed before Daniel woke up tomorrow morning. Thinking of this

, I turned over and continued to sleep. Before I even fell asleep, Daniel moved closer to me. I immediately felt something hard pressing against my back, and then he rolled over. It seemed like some unseen force was tempting me. I secretly rejoiced and mischievously turned around and pulled back the covers. The reading lamp on Daniel's desk was on, and I could see everything in the room clearly.

Whoosh! Good heavens! Good heavens!
Daniel's underwear was bulging like a tent, and protruding from it was the biggest penis I had ever seen—my son's!

Like a lewd girl, I pulled the covers over myself, and after a while, I pulled them back up. Daniel's penis was still so erect that his underwear looked like it was about to burst.

Hesitating for a while, I was finally overcome by a strong desire. I reached down to the crotch of his underwear and pulled it open to see what was inside.

Daniel's penis throbbed and sprang out from the crotch, erect and exaggeratedly large. It was not only long, but also as thick as my hand. The huge glans was a deep pink, and the foreskin was taut, shiny, and glistening. In all my thirty or forty years, I had never seen such a huge penis.

Thinking back to bathing my son, I could never have imagined he would grow up to be like this. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself with a sense of smug satisfaction.

Perhaps the strong air conditioning made him feel cold; Daniel pulled the blanket over himself and turned over. I hurriedly pulled back under the covers and lay down, my mind still preoccupied with my son's amazingly large penis, making it hard to fall asleep.

Daniel turned around again, this time tying us to a spoon-shaped position, his front against my back, his penis still hard and erect, hanging outside my underwear. I could feel the heat emanating from it pressing against me. I

lay there, afraid to move, until the position became unbearably uncomfortable. Then, I began to fidget restlessly, and unexpectedly… unexpectedly, when I stopped moving, Daniel's enormous penis slid between my legs.

Actually, I was already burning with desire: a week without "the taste of flesh," the state sergeant's strange fantasies, Brian's deliberate brushes past me and his blatant flirting, the stimulation of alcohol, the sounds of the couple making love next door—all these things combined, layer upon layer, creating a burning, unbearable loneliness.

Desire and reason battled again and again, but ultimately, I couldn't overcome the burning desire. However, as I moved and took off my underwear, I even tried to convince myself that it wasn't my choice, but rather the alcohol's fault!

I moved back to the previous position, letting his massive penis slide between my thighs again. With a slight twist, it immediately pressed against my wet, juicy vulva. I could clearly feel Daniel's hard, hot glans pressing against my alluring, moist opening. With the slightest movement, it would slide in completely. This made me gasp, breathing heavily with excitement!

I gently lifted my right leg, opening my vulva, and slowly pressed my hips back. His glans began to penetrate, and the excitement almost made me ejaculate!

After a while, I felt his hard penis fully inserted into my vagina.

Daniel was still asleep, but subconscious reflexes guided him. He reached under my shoulders to caress my breasts, twisting his hips and rhythmically thrusting deeply into my vagina with each stroke.

My own son was raping me in his sleep! Oh! God! I love it! I really love this feeling!

After a while, Daniel thrust rapidly, moaning softly, then held me tightly and ejaculated inside me, releasing his semen. The hot, thick semen was so scalding that I couldn't control myself from climaxing as well.

After ejaculating, Daniel gave me a few more gentle thrusts, then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep, snoring.

Then, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep too!
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In a hazy state, I found myself in a distant, unfamiliar, and unknown place. The weather was a bit strange; it was snowing, yet the sky was clear and blue, and I didn't feel cold at all. I lay naked, legs wide open, in the back of a Pennsylvania police car. Although I couldn't see the markings, the warning lights

on the roof were flashing, and I knew clearly that it was a police car. Something or someone was licking between my legs, making me unbearably itchy. I looked down, and wow! A brown state trooper's wide-brimmed cap covered my lower body. I thought it must be the boyish officer wearing the cap sucking my vulva!

What was going on?

I heavily pulled my head back down, gazing at the clear blue sky and the heavy white snow falling, intently watching what he was doing.

He stretched his tongue out and inserted it into my vagina, his lips moving over my vulva, gently sucking on my labia with his lips and teeth. These actions immediately ignited my desire, making me feel restless and almost surrendering to an orgasm.

At the crucial moment, Officer Boyd stopped sucking and moved upwards, and I couldn't help but sob softly. The officer lowered his mouth to suck on my nipple, his hat still covering his face.

Although I was a little disappointed that my vulva was no longer being served by his mouth, I immediately noticed him moving his hips forward. I felt his hard, hot penis trembling as it searched for the entrance, and I eagerly twisted my hips. When the head of his penis correctly pressed against my wet vulva, the stimulation made me gasp.

Officer Boyd also excitedly groaned, and when he forcefully pushed his large penis in and thrust it all the way in, he groaned again.

Wow! This feels so good, so incredibly good!

The officer's penis was huge, filling me completely. Then he began thrusting in and out of my eager, lustful hole with heavy strokes, each thrust pushing my buttocks deep into the car seat. Luckily, the seat was very soft and comfortable, otherwise my buttocks wouldn't have been able to withstand it. I moaned and begged,

"Fuck me, fuck me now! Boyd officer! Fuck me now, fuck me hard!"

Suddenly, I realized who the officer was

, and my heart skipped a beat. I opened my eyes abruptly.

It was Daniel!

Under the covers, Daniel was on top of me, staring at me. The scene just now was just a dream, but the sex was real! My son was raping me!

"Daniel! Stop! Get off me, leave me!" "

Forget it, Mom!" " Why didn't you want me to stop last night?"

"I...I...I..." Daniel continued thrusting in and out without stopping for a moment. Soon, the feeling from last night surged back into my heart. I had never enjoyed such a huge thing before.

"Please, please stop! Son! Listen to me, we can't do this, it's wrong!"

"Mom! Please, don't tell me to stop now, please!" Daniel said, thrusting faster and faster. I knew he was about to climax! I reached out and held his face tenderly, saying,

"Okay, son! Mom promises you!"

In fact, it wasn't just Daniel who was about to climax. I was surprised to find that my buttocks involuntarily arched upwards in rhythm with Daniel's thrusts, my arms encircled his neck, my legs lifted, tightly wrapped around Daniel's waist, wanting him to penetrate me as deeply as possible.

I also reached my climax!

This intense pleasure killed me. I'd never experienced such a thrilling orgasm before. I don't know how I'd go on living without it.

I bit my son's tender shoulder tightly to keep from screaming. As I tasted his blood, Daniel ejaculated inside me!

The overwhelming stimulation, tension, and excitement overwhelmed me, and I fainted!

I groggily woke up, opening my eyes. The room was dark. I blinked hard, taking a deep breath.

Daniel sat on the bed, smiling at me, rubbing one end of a warm towel against my forehead, the other on his shoulder.

"Wow!" Daniel exclaimed.

I took his hand and said,

"Yeah, wow! ...You know, this shouldn't have happened!"

Daniel nodded.

"I'm sorry I let this happen, son! It was wrong. I won't do this with you again." "

Are you kidding me? Mom, I hope it happens often!" "As long as I'm lucid, I long to spend every beautiful spring day with you forever!"

I was moved to tears:

"But, son! You must know, a boy's teenage fantasies are just fantasies. A normal mother and son shouldn't do this kind of thing. I'm afraid it will hurt you!" "

I haven't been hurt. From childhood until now, nothing has made me happier than this moment. Does this count as hurting you? Will you get pregnant?" [I shook my head!] "

Okay, since no one has been hurt, I can tell you for sure, Mom! I want to enjoy this kind of pleasurable sex with you, again and again, forever and ever!" "

No, Daniel! We can't do this again, never!" "

But, Mom..."

I pressed my fingers to Daniel's lips, shaking my head violently. This kind of thing shouldn't happen again!

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