Masako's mother

It was almost midnight, and since tomorrow was Sunday, I was in a relatively relaxed mood. I
noticed a strip of light shining from Ya-yan's room in the hallway. Looking closer,
I saw the door was slightly ajar. A mischievous impulse struck me, and I peeked inside, only to be shocked.
Ya-yan was watching a naked woman on TV while masturbating.
He was covered in sweat, and seeing his penis, my immediate urge was to run downstairs. So, I tiptoed down and sat on a chair in the kitchen, my emotions a jumbled mess.
I suddenly realized that Ya-yan had grown up, and he had his own worries. My mind was completely consumed by thoughts of him.
Honestly, I remember masturbating frequently when I was Ya-yan's age, imagining my favorite rock singer or a male upperclassman. Who was Ya-yan imagining? I didn't know, but as his mother, I felt incredibly sorry for him.
Desire arises naturally, unrelated to liking or disliking. Even so, he had no one to confide in.
Thinking of this, I felt even more affection for Ya Yan, and had an urge to rush over and hug him tightly.
But I couldn't; Ya Yan would feel extremely embarrassed. The thought of being caught masturbating might sever our mother-son relationship.
That night, I couldn't sleep a wink.
My husband's loud snoring made me very angry, and I resented that he was completely unaware of our son's troubles.
The so-called "mother's memories" might be seen by most as my carelessness, but considering the development of my relationship with Ya Yan, "beautiful memories" are the most appropriate description.
"Ya Yan, is there anyone you like?"
I asked Ya Yan quietly, in a nonchalant tone.
"Someone you like? You mean a girl?"
Ya Yan asked.
"Yeah, girls, you all go to school together, there must be lots of cute girls!"

Yasan was having a stomachache at the time, and if a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind, I might want to lie down on Yahiko's bed too. But, to soothe his aching stomach, lying on his bed was a natural thing to do. We pulled the blanket up to our knees; if we put our hands under the blanket, there would be gaps, and a cold draft would get in.
Yahiko had asked me to lie next to him, so he probably didn't have any such intentions. I didn't have any wicked thoughts either, and so it just naturally developed like this.
"There aren't any cute girls, they're all ugly."
"Oh, stop talking nonsense, there are, isn't Masako cute?"
My hand continued to stroke Yahiko's stomach as he lay flat on the bed, and I felt he was already exuding a masculine scent.
"Masako? That girl is Yukio's girlfriend." "What
? Yukio's?"
Okawa Yukio was not only intelligent but also very handsome; he was the class representative in Yahiko's class.
"It's okay, that girl looks a lot like your mother?"
"Me? You mean Masako's mother?"
"No, I mean you, you..."
"Ah, you mean me!?"
After Masahiko said that, I also felt that they did look very similar. I had seen that girl in the classroom several times, during school visits.
"Therefore, although I like her, I can't compare to Yukio. That guy said they went to the movies together, which is a complete lie. I heard they went to a hotel to have sex!"
Masahiko's expression was very painful. Even though he said it in a cheerful tone, as his mother, I knew that it was quite painful.
"Going to a hotel to have sex, is that true?"
Without realizing it, my hand suddenly touched Masahiko's penis on his pajama pants, and to my great surprise, Masahiko's penis became very hard.
"Ah..."
I don't know if it was me or Masahiko who cried out, it seemed like we both cried out at the same time.
Ya-Hsiang seemed very flustered, trying to press down on it with both hands. However, by the time he reached out, my hand was already on top of it, and finally, our hands overlapped.
I was equally surprised; I wished I could pull my hand back immediately, but there was no way, so I could only quietly place my hand on it. Perhaps stimulated by my hand, I felt Ya-Hsiang's penis instantly become erect.
I wanted to say something, but I was already incoherent.
Ya-Hsiang pressed my hand down with both of his, then shyly buried his face in my chest, as if too ashamed to look up.
A girl who looked so much like me—was this the object of Ya-Hsiang's masturbation? When I made this conclusion, Ya-Hsiang became incredibly cute.
"Hey, Mother can also replace Masako. Mother feels pain when she sees Ya-Hsiang troubled. Come on, it's okay..."
Ya-Hsiang's hands, which were pressing down on my hands, wrapped around my waist and then hugged my body tightly.
(Ah, I'm not a good mother, I can't do this with my own son...)
I kept reflecting on myself, even though I knew it was all bad, I was already hopelessly addicted.
I wanted to shake off the feeling of what was supposedly bad, but the woman inside me suddenly raised her head and whispered to me, "What's wrong with that? As a substitute for the girl Ya-hiko likes, it's a mother's responsibility to eliminate her child's troubles!"
These words made me determined. Ya-hiko is Ya-hiko, I tightly hugged his penis inside his pants and rubbed it against my abdomen, while it trembled.
Even as a mother, my physiological structure is still that of a woman. The thought of my penis, which was going crazy from its first contact with a woman, being pressed down, and the way Ya-hiko was shaking, made me anxious and want to take action immediately.
"Hey, I'm not your mother, just treat me like the Masako you like, you can do whatever you want with me, I'm not your mother, I'm Masako..."
These words weren't meant for Ya-hiko, but perhaps they were most appropriate for myself.
"I'm Masako, not your mother."
Yahiko was speechless at my words. I was now playing the role of Masako, not your mother. This shift in feeling was unique to me, and I arbitrarily assumed that Yahiko felt the same way.
Yahiko placed his hands on my chest, reminding me of the hands that used to play with my mother's breasts—hands like red leaves—and then kneaded my shirt. My 36-year-old body, which hadn't had sex with my husband for months, was immediately ignited by Yahiko's burning hands. My whole body burned; I knew my breasts were swelling and hardening, my nipples protruding.
"Mother... Mother..."
Not Masako, Yahiko came over and acted like a mother. It was strange that I had told Yahiko I was Masako; I had completely let go.
"It's okay, do whatever you want. You want breasts, don't you?"
So, I unhooked my bra and pulled my breasts out, just like I used to let Yahiko's lips suckle.
"Ah..."
A sound involuntarily escaped my lips; it wasn't the silky smooth tongue of infancy, but a somewhat
rough one.
And so, it wasn't just the force of sucking; Ya Yan, rotating his tongue around my nipple, sent a tingling sensation through my vagina between my thighs. As I savored the pleasure that made me make sounds, Ya Yan hungrily suckled at my breast. I knew that as the waves drew near, hot love juice seeped out, reaching my thighs.
Perhaps I would be ridiculed, scorned, or questioned for having such a mother, but whatever criticism I received, I wasn't prepared to explain myself. There was no doubt that my relationship with Ya Yan was purely based on love.
I also clearly understood that he was my mother, but I was also a woman. He also knew he was someone else's son. But Ya Yan was also a man; besides mother and son, there was the identity of man and woman. If he weren't a man, if he weren't a woman, even if we were embracing, the passion wouldn't be so intense.
As for whether I took off my clothes myself or Ya-yan helped me, I can't recall the details now. We were both so focused on touching each other's bodies. When I realized it, the naked couple were already tightly embracing, letting out cries of pleasure.
Just as my husband had found the entrance, Ya-yan also positioned his erect penis around it.
"Mother... Mother..."
I kept calling out.
I grabbed his penis with my fingers, found the right spot, and lifted my hips. The feeling of that steel-hard pillar penetrating me with a "hiss!" was a pleasure only a man and a woman could experience, something a mother and son couldn't understand.
After penetrating, Ya-yan immediately pulled his penis out. In those two or three seconds, the intense stimulation at the moment of withdrawal gave me immense satisfaction.
Exhausted, Ya-yan suddenly pressed his entire body against mine. But seeing Ya-yan panting heavily, I didn't know what to say to him; any careless word could hurt him.
"Wow, Ya-yan!"
After considering everything, that's what I said.
I patted Ya-yan's sweaty buttocks with a "good boy, good boy" gesture. Ya-yan's shrunken penis remained inside me.
"It's okay! It's me, Masako, don't worry about it!"
I said.
Ya-yan seemed afraid I would see his face, burying his face in my neck, but didn't seem to want to get up. What were his thoughts on his first experience with a woman's body? He must have been very concerned.
But, being a young boy, as soon as he realized it, his shrunken penis inside me rose again. To help, I rubbed Ya-yan's back and buttocks, and kissed his neck and other areas. The result was a rapid response; his penis inside me immediately swelled and became erect again.
"Wow, Yahiko, you're amazing! Keep it up!"
"Mother...more..."
And so, she didn't sleep a wink all night!!
[The End]

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