Son's love

Our family is an ordinary three-person household in a famous city on the south side of the island. Our son, Ahui, is fifteen years old and in the eighth grade at Huihao Boarding School. He's bright, clever, and loved by everyone. His slightly wavy black hair, broad forehead, and flat top give him a pair of bright, piercing eyes; long eyelashes, a straight nose, and perfectly white teeth—all are exceptionally handsome. My husband, born in the same year as me, is thirty-eight years old this year. He's the chief economist at the Yayu Stock Exchange. He's talented and handsome, with a gentlemanly demeanor and scholarly air—refined and extraordinary. His career is booming, a testament to his youthful success. To others, our family seems happy and perfect, something to be envied. But I'm actually miserable. Because of my husband's character, our daily life is very structured and regular, including our sex life—lacking novelty and passion.
Only before Ahui was born could he satisfy my desires. Now, although his penis is large, it's always limp and weak between his legs, rarely achieving an erection. He won't let me adjust it either. It's not that I lack charm. I was born into a family of Confucian merchants, with the bold blood of a northerner flowing in my veins; the rains of Jiangnan nourish my skin, and I received a higher education. Just as my son inherited my best qualities, I also inherited the noble temperament and bloodline of both my parents. Although my son is not young, I am still beautiful. I don't like to adorn myself, but my eyelashes are so long they always look artificial. What
's even more alluring is my smooth, undulating figure, and my flawless, supple skin. Many people are surprised that I'm married. Once, my son and I were in a business center when a young passerby was so captivated by my alluring face that he forgot everything, only to be brought back to reality when he bumped into an elderly man who was also distracted by my breasts! This led to a fierce fight.
Countless men proposed to me back then, but I fell in love with my current husband and married him. To this day, I am still widely recognized as one of the most beautiful women in the east of the city. However, beauty is often accompanied by hardship.
For the past ten years, I've been restless, insecure, and longing for someone to touch me! To caress me! But my desires are never fulfilled! Sometimes I feel inexplicably sad and irritable, and after a rational reflection, I realize it's all because of sex. Fortunately, my husband is otherwise very accommodating. Ahui grew up amidst my sexually frustrated moans. Having him by my side brings me immense comfort, both physically and mentally. A sense of maternal pride mixed with a feeling of possession often makes me forget my troubles.
These past few days, his father has been away on a business trip, and my son is home for summer vacation, so I'm in a particularly good mood. Because I can be with Ahui every day. After these few days, this good opportunity will be hard to come by again. I told him to wear only shorts, citing that we're at home, and that he shouldn't wear underwear at home as it would affect his development. I always take the opportunity to wipe his back sweat and trim his toenails. My son is very obedient in front of me, always replying with "Yes, sir" or "Thank you for your guidance." Little does that innocent face know that his chest, which is both mature and still somewhat childlike, his nimble waist, and his firm abdomen are intoxicating to me. Occasionally, I could glimpse his dangling member through his trouser leg, a hazy, indistinct glimpse that still made my heart flutter.
I've blamed myself before, knowing it's unreasonable and unethical, yet I can't control myself. Actually, I've become more restrained now that my son is older, because from the moment he was born, I've showered him with attention, constantly concerned about his physical changes, like someone concerned about their life's work. Whenever my son experiences a change in his body, he curiously tells me—like his breasts inexplicably becoming red and swollen, or a few days later, secreting a milky white fluid, and so on.
Last year, he came home from school complaining that his principal, who was also his Chinese teacher, had played with and touched his penis at night under the pretext of a physical exam, making it painful and swollen, and even showed me his recently subsided, swollen member!
My son's childhood penis, already resembling an adult's, was now pointed and shaped like a snail's shell. A small tuft of soft, dark pubic hair had begun to grow on it. I remained calm at the time, though excitement mixed with worry kept me awake for several nights. My worry stemmed from the fact that my son was still young, and this might affect his physical and mental health. His Chinese teacher was a highly respected literary figure, a pillar of the literary world whose guidance had paved the way for many high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
He was fortunate enough to treat my son as his own. We couldn't be ostentatious! Otherwise
, it would damage his reputation built over sixty years! I instructed my son on how to handle and avoid such matters tactfully. Afterwards, under his guidance, my son's attention in all subjects improved dramatically. The reason for my excitement is self-evident—my son's every feature was so endearing!
My heart, pounding wildly, almost leaped out of my throat. In the days that followed, that vivid image of my son's penis would often surface clearly before my eyes unexpectedly.
At noon, my son was asleep in bed. A strong desire compelled me to walk into his room. I admired him for a long time as he lay there, the South African green diamond pendant on his chest overshadowed by his flawless skin. I couldn't resist kissing his bare chest; the boy's areolas, just turning a deep brown, made me dizzy. He seemed to still be fast asleep. I gently pulled up the elastic band of his shorts, and now, a thick, impressive penis was on full display.
I couldn't help but touch it with my other hand, feeling its incredible smoothness as it hardened in my palm! Then his thick legs twitched, and I realized he wasn't asleep! I gently withdrew my hands. A strange pleasure surged through me. I immediately ran to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and gently rubbed my labia against my already moist opening. In the heat of passion, I used the adjustable showerhead to spray water onto my genitals, sending waves of intense itching through my brain.
This is indeed a very good alternative to relieving my restlessness. I often do it and enjoy it immensely. The impact feels like a powerful glans pounding inside me, and the pleasure of penetrating my vagina is no match for my husband's penis. The stimulation of the clitoris is incomparable. However, this pleasure is mixed with helplessness. How wonderful a man's penis is! It's flesh and blood, alive and vibrant, so full of charm! You know, people my age are in their prime of sexual desire and activity. Enduring sexual hunger and vaginal itching is no better than enduring hunger!
Lately, I've noticed that Ahui's eyes are always on my buttocks and breasts. He's in his developmental stage, and his mother's body is a mystery to him. He's particularly curious about sexual changes and has a strong interest in women's secrets, but he just hasn't had the opportunity. If he gets even a little female stimulation, he absolutely can't suppress his already restless heart. I understand him! But he can't fathom my psychology. Even if he has the desire, he doesn't have the courage.
Although I had just witnessed his erection, that was understandable. As a mother, it's not surprising to know my son's secret; people often say a son is always a child in his mother's eyes. Even if he had been awake, I wouldn't have lost my composure. I reassured myself that way.
Mature men certainly offer a sense of masculine beauty, but any part of a teenager's body during puberty is even more breathtaking! I desperately wanted to be with him, at least to freely touch his pristine body, but I didn't want to take the initiative. So I occupied the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked and pretending to shower while waiting inside, completely naked. He habitually goes to the toilet first thing after waking up. Sure enough, as soon as my son got up, he "thump, thump, thump" pulled out his erect penis, swollen with urine, and rushed into the bathroom. My smooth, naked body under the light made him gape, his eyes light up, his hand covering his penis in a daze, and then his face turned bright red. His smug look made me both smug and excited. My heart pounded, and I quickly turned around to break the awkward silence, suppressing my excitement as I said, "Good son, I'm so sorry, I forgot to close the door." I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing my son hesitate, I said calmly, "It's okay, it's okay, what's there to be embarrassed about with your own mother?! Here, give me the towel!" Ah Hui blushed and quickly took the towel, handing it to me and calling out "Mom!" He didn't seem particularly offended at all! I could tell that his tone was more gentle than reproachful. I quickly wrapped the towel around my exposed lower body. Having covered up the embarrassing parts, the atmosphere in the room became more lively. I seized the opportunity and said, "You're all sweaty, can you wash up and wipe Mom's back? Mom's back is so itchy!" He readily agreed, "Mom is so beautiful! I'd be happy to do that!" My son has been praising my beauty for a long time, but this time I believe he was genuinely impressed, though with other factors mixed in. My full figure; fair skin; round buttocks; shapely legs and swaying breasts—all of this appeared before his eyes. It would be strange if this praise wasn't heartfelt! His stunned expression just now was an exclamation of amazement that such a beautiful thing existed in the world! And now? He immediately turned his back to me and tried to urinate on the toilet, but couldn't go for a long time, which meant he was sexually aroused. Don't let his usual confident demeanor fool you!
I was secretly pleased. "Okay, Mom's back can't take it anymore," my son said, hurriedly rubbing my back.
His soft hands on my back felt like a warm current flowing through my heart, a tingling sensation wherever they touched—the contact of skin was truly pleasurable! I could feel the temperature of his hands rising, and I could almost feel his heart racing. If those hands were to reach forward immediately, I wouldn't object. But I only felt them trying to expand their reach. To hide his erect penis bulging his crotch, he lifted his legs and placed them on the bathtub, the large mirror reflecting this detail.
"How much tip are you going to give me today, Mom? I won't work for you for nothing!" I ignored my son's teasing. As my heart raced, I also felt a slippery sensation in my vagina, and my vaginal fluid began to flow down my thighs. Then my legs trembled and gradually went weak. I have this problem; when I'm aroused in front of a sexy, naked man, I often feel weak and limp. I never expected my son's hands to be just rubbing my back, and—seeing my plans about to fall apart, I felt ashamed and helpless.
Then I felt short of breath, and before I could speak, I couldn't stand up and slid to the floor in my son's hands.
Ahui panicked again, repeatedly calling "Mommy," "Mommy!" Ignoring his fallen scarf, he carried me naked back to my room and put me on the bed. Unexpectedly, during this process, his penis had completely gone limp. This showed that my life was of paramount importance. No matter how good the sight or how much pleasure he enjoyed, he was oblivious.
Isn't this son even more adorable?
If someone is always aroused or indifferent to beauty, then they are beyond help. After I persuaded him to call a doctor, seeing that I was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the sheet over me symbolically while saying, "Open the window before you take a shower, let some fresh air in, just in case. Luckily I'm home today!" Thankfully, he's still an innocent child, unaware of his mother's slippery state. He actually thought I was just suffering from oxygen deprivation. Although I stayed in the bathroom for too long, little did he know that my excitement was also a factor! Thank goodness!
Less embarrassment, more peace of mind. However, my trembling heart wasn't entirely calm. Just then, Ahui turned on the stereo and lowered the volume. The melodious bass voice of "I Swear to Embrace Beauty" was deeply moving. "Is it too loud, Mommy?" "Listen if you want." I turned over and lay on my side in the bed, leaving most of the space behind me and Ahui. Suddenly, I felt a sense of loss, and my previously excited heart gradually calmed down—.
In my hazy state, I felt a cool breeze on my buttocks. It was because I wasn't wearing underwear and was exposed outside the sheets. Before I could deal with it, my son was already sitting on the edge of the bed. If the bathroom incident was planned, this was definitely unintentional. I'm certain that a woman's large, white buttocks wouldn't go unnoticed by those sharp eyes, and the two spindle-shaped genitals, seen from behind, seemingly embedded between her thighs, were undoubtedly even more striking.
For a boy who hadn't seen male genitalia since his sexual awakening, this was such a rare physiological structure! Soon, I didn't feel a cool breeze or the crawling sensation of being stared at—no! Not only that, but I could also clearly feel waves of hot, heavy breathing on my thighs.
Undoubtedly, he had brought his face close to my buttocks! A sense of dignity and shame flashed by, replaced by a feeling of happiness from being gazed upon by such a handsome boy. My heart raced. I instinctively propped myself up and turned my head, opening my eyes. Simultaneously, that intoxicated head also slowly rose, smacking his lips and making a face, showing no intention of avoiding it.
It was hard to tell whether it was composure or ecstasy! Our eyes met, and the desire in those bright eyes burned like a tempestuous flame, igniting my entire being! After a moment of this intense gaze, we both felt an irresistible pull drawing us to each other. He pursed his lips, stretching his neck without permission to bring his face close to mine—this time, I was certain it was pure instinct! Without hesitation, I pulled him close, and he immediately fell into my arms. Like dry tinder meeting a raging fire! He yanked off the sheet, his hands kneading the breasts he'd once carelessly played with as a child, his hairy lips kissing my face profusely: "Baby! I'm so pent up! I don't know what to do if we wait any longer!" How could I not be incredibly excited upon first meeting someone of the opposite sex?
My son's open expression, calling me "baby," meant love had transcended the ordinary; it was love reaching a higher level— My son was completely lost in a state of self-forgetfulness. The concept of "mother" had vanished from his mind, or perhaps it had been detached from my body. I was merely a woman or a body that stirred his emotions and aroused his desires; he wanted to obtain what he desired from this body! At that moment, I felt I was no longer myself, even acting coquettishly in front of him.
I immediately kicked off his pants, revealing the naked boy before me. Accustomed to the loose flesh of adults, their bulging bellies and swollen waists, this was a beautiful sight: a slender figure, thick thighs, and particularly firm muscles. His skin was a uniform color, delicate and rosy—a sign of health and sex appeal. His strong, broad shoulders gave a sense of security, as if he could bear the weight of the world.
His abdomen below the navel was flat and well-defined, with short, soft, slightly curly pubic hair that was black and shiny—clearly, his hair was a trait inherited from our family. His erect penis was thick and long, smooth as jade, though the large, well-defined glans was still hidden beneath the delicate skin, only a portion protruding around the urethral opening, showing its restless nature and desperate struggle to emerge. It reminded me of a flower bud about to bloom in spring. This only intensified my love for vibrant life.
His scrotum was dark brown, soft as a water bag, the two testicles tightly gripping his thighs, wriggling up and down inside, their large, symmetrical shape proclaiming their immense reproductive power. This place felt both familiar and strange to me; their exposure now made the entire room radiate the glow of masculine power. Undoubtedly, they would bring pleasure and happiness to the woman who married him. I began to feel a pang of jealousy for his future wife. Had I given him such a robust physique, only to have it enjoyed by someone else?! As if I were about to lose him, I immediately embraced him tightly. A
young man full of vigor is different: straight to the point, no prelude needed, no need for flirting to arouse dormant sexual cells and nerves. At that moment, his hard penis was already pressed against my lower abdomen, poking my belly, groin, and labia with pain. It continued to probe deeper, and a wave of guilt washed over me. Instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together, letting him ravage my mother. Ahui, not understanding the situation, started to whine, "Help me, dear Mom!" His
tone was exactly the same as his usual pleading, but I ignored him. To be honest, continuing things with my son wasn't my original intention. Ahui knew I was making things difficult for him, and his boldness grew. He even lay on top of me, turning his head to face my face with his smooth buttocks, a youthful aura emanating from him. I stroked his full, round, strong, and white buttocks, the brownish-red cleft. Even the groin area was exciting: the skin there transitioned from thick to thin, rich in color, soft, and smooth.
The buttocks cleft, from deep to shallow, divides into two abdominal grooves. Between these grooves lie the scrotum and testicles, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, and the penis, which can become erect or limp depending on arousal. These features are said to reflect the owner's excellent nutrition and noble birth. This area is rich in nerves, exceptionally sensitive, and easily moved by passion. These nerves can also create life, earning it the title of the root of life. Because of its mystery and sacredness, it is kept tightly covered. The more this is done, the more I ponder it and want to understand it. Therefore, I am not interested in flat, simple things!
To me, this is the most beautiful scenery in the world! Whenever a man stirs my heart, the first thing that comes to mind is the magnificent appearance of this lovely thing! Everything comes so naturally; what I yearn for is exposed before me. The most complex male organs are all gathered here—isn't this the finest work of art? Why do people always pursue the beauty of the female nude and not showcase the beauty of male organs? Or are we women deprived of the right to enjoy male beauty? This world is so unfair! If one day we women rule the world, we will make all men live naked around us!
So I took my son's erect penis and put it in my mouth, a clear, salty feeling refreshing.
To hell with your dad's damn life principles and routines! I spread my legs, and my mother's secret was just as thrilling to him. He was overjoyed, and his hands began to caress and knead my labia, which should have been touched only by his dad. "Wow! So cute and beautiful!" Yes, I had all the advantages of a woman, and this was exceptional too!
The pubic hair on my mons pubis was short and thick, black and shiny; the two prominent labia majora were as full and smooth as fresh bread, with a few soft pubic hairs scattered on them, but they did not affect its beauty. The pink color indicated that it was extremely sexy. A lover said that she was like two golden sand dunes under the morning sun in a famous painting, rising high and spotless. He even hung that painting in his room. My labia were a miniature of that painting. When he saw that painting, he thought of me and the place that made him ecstatic.
The labia majora, though remarkable, did not overshadow the labia minora; the labia minora between them were equally captivating. My son, even more insightful, said the labia minora resembled cockscomb flowers, their graceful edges sharing a similar charm—both so plump, both so soft. But these metaphors were merely figurative, lacking the actual softness, the delicate tenderness, and the emotional richness. Normally closed, they only opened when a man was present, their color changing from deep red to purplish-brown. And
here I was, feeling the tightly closed petals part. Didn't it resemble a tender lotus emerging from the water at dawn? The clitoris, not to be outdone, broke free from the labia minora's constraints, making a pearly entrance between them, occupying the prominent position at the head of the labia minora, adorning with elegance and harmony.
It too, as the labia minora opened, became more pigmented, even swelling and hardening. "Mommy! Is that a clitoris I'm touching? It feels so good!" I slapped his white bottom hard. "Why are you asking so many questions?" I couldn't explain why I'd let him venture into such a forbidden area, and his exclamations made me feel embarrassed. "Don't be shy!
I just wanted to know what a clitoris looks like. People with exposed clitoris have a strong sex drive, right?" "Does sex drive have anything to do with the clitoris? Now that you mention it, I still feel like I always have strong desires, and I never feel satisfied," Mommy was unhappy. Ah! "Seeing him escalate his behavior, I warned him, and he abruptly stopped. Actually, I was secretly delighted; how could I not be happy? The folds between the labia majora and minora are peach-pink, gradually darkening and fading. My son, using some knowledge he learned in school, said: 'This is the result of photosynthesis.' He even cited the example of peach petals:
the more light they receive, the deeper the red. My son is so funny! It's as if my thing is constantly exposed to sunlight and rain!
Parting the closed corolla below the clitoris reveals the narrow vaginal opening, glistening with moisture. Don't be fooled by its fresh, dewy appearance; the friction of a man's hard penis inside can make a man experience unbearable pleasure! Overall, the color of the vulva outlines itself between the snow-white thighs, like a touch of makeup! The two plump, white buttocks further accentuate its allure. I don't know if it's because I'm too easily aroused or because they're so large, but I always feel like there's a soft, foreign object between my legs.
Those lovers..." They are the most authoritative, because they are knowledgeable and experienced. They have described the beauties they have seen—some red, some white; some large, some small; some with snow-white labia and no hair; some with plump clitoris and full of pubic hair—they cannot and do not need to flatter me in unison, but they all praise my "device" for not only being comparable to a young girl in color and shape, but also, more importantly, for its elasticity, which rivals that of a young woman, truly the best of the best!
Although it varies from person to person, this small part of a woman's body makes all other beautiful things in the world pale in comparison. It can make even the frail old man young again, full of vigor!
The world is so beautiful and lovely because of this thing! So vibrant! No wonder this treasure has driven so many men crazy! Made so many men shed blood, give their lives, and even sacrifice their kingdoms for it! Needless to say, my son was unwilling to give up easily. "Mom! I want to, I want to try it!" he pleaded. I could understand my son's feelings at that moment.
He looked so cute. Although women tend to prefer aggressive men, I especially enjoy being begged, particularly by someone. My first lover was the top-notch president of Liheng Company, about the same age as my father, but he knelt at my feet and begged for nearly an hour to get me. In the end, I succumbed to his pleas, and he got what he wanted. I was greatly inspired. It was then that I realized I wasn't past my prime, but rather that my husband was sexually frigid!
And that began my history of having affairs.
All of this was due to my excessive repression. If I had to pinpoint the fault, it would be entirely my husband's impotent penis! I couldn't bear to see so many men in the world, especially those infatuated with me, let my perfect "tool" wither away silently; let my heart, which loved life, fade away in silence. "Alright, son, you and your mother should enjoy yourselves. I haven't given birth to you in vain! Since things have come to this point, let nature take its course," I thought to myself, but didn't say it aloud. When I gave birth to you, my son, I endured excruciating pain—we share the same organ—yet now I can't resist the torment of desire.
I spread my legs, raising my genitals: "Good son! You are my destiny in this life, come on, Mommy will follow you!" Only then did he feel a slight pain in his lower abdomen at the
base of his penis. I told him that his father felt the same way on their wedding night. My son endured the pain in his abdomen above his penis, and with the help of my hands, he managed to insert his boneless yet bone-hard penis into my vagina. A warm current soothed his heart and abdomen. This was even more exhilarating than the first time he penetrated his father's penis
on their wedding night! The most luxurious enjoyment in life is experiencing such tender flesh! Only those of us who have been through it can truly appreciate the preciousness of pure virginity! This feeling requires experience. "How did it grow here, Mommy?" My son was both incredibly excited and astonished. Of course I knew what he meant, and where he meant by "here," but I didn't understand why a woman's genitals were so close to her anus, while a man's were in such a superior position.
I smiled and said, "Afraid of getting dirty, huh?"
"No, I used to think it was unhygienic, but today I think it's quite cute! Why do people say the opposite of what they mean?" He wasn't lying, I thought. Because his throat was making gurgling noises! My son continued, "I just put it under my belly! Do other people do it like this, Mom?" "How would I know about other people? Men and women are different!" Actually, I wanted to remind him that male and female dogs have different genitals too. It's just inconvenient to mix us with livestock. To highlight my genitals, I spread my legs wide and pulled my calves together. After struggling for a while, my son finally found the ideal way. He put his legs together between my raised thighs and stirred his penis inside my vagina. He wanted to gain a sensory understanding of the vagina through his penis, just like a virgin's first experience with a male organ.
"It's so tender and warm inside, Mommy!" Then the son's penis tentatively moved up and down inside, first resting on his mother's breasts, then supporting himself with his hands, gradually increasing the range of motion. I really admire him! He needs guidance in everything in life, but he has such an understanding of this, even seeming to be self-taught! The son quickly overcame the contrast between emotion and reason, adapting to my genital environment, his face radiant, his movements coordinated, powerful yet gentle.
Although his penis had swelled to twenty centimeters in length, it occasionally slipped out of my vagina due to excessive movement. At this moment, the adorable foreskin had completely retracted, revealing the tender pink glans, shaped like a pointed mushroom, its skin as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear. I can't understand why people associate such a beautiful thing with that ugly turtle's head, calling it a "turtle head"! Are you kidding me?
The entire penis was covered in colorless, smooth mucus. I've heard it's a lubricant secreted by the human body, allowing the penis to easily slide in and out of the vagina, resulting in greater and better pleasure—how mysterious! When God created humankind, He considered human reproduction and sex most comprehensively! I couldn't help but touch that lovely thing with my hand, and it seemed like a sine wave was transmitted to his waist, abdomen, and buttocks, causing him to writhe wildly. It must be like touching the nerves in my clitoris.
He was very surprised by the retracted glans, and said with a humorous and relieved air, "Now I can take a bath freely in the shower room!" "What's wrong! Are you still shy about showering at school?" I asked. Those students with retracted penises were so smug after taking off their clothes, while we with phimosis never dared to pull down our underwear freely, always hiding for fear of being looked down upon. My son kept talking, saying that the teacher had tried to retract my foreskin several times, but it hurt each time. Apparently, rinsing can retract it!
Speaking of the retracted glans, I remembered a little story from when my son was seven: That evening, I prepared hot water for the father and son to bathe. My little son, unusually, immediately stared at his father's naked body with his big eyes. When he saw his father's penis, he exclaimed and reached out a little hand: "Wow! There's no foreskin!" He felt very sorry for his father. "Mom, look, Dad's penis has no foreskin!" Then, as if warning us, he said, "See if you still want to have sex!" It turned out he mistook his dad's red, swollen penis for the one I'd rubbed raw during sex. I was at a loss for words.
Only after my husband slowly explained did he nod his adorable head. Afterwards, my husband told me that children's sexual awareness at this age needs proper guidance; a slight misstep can easily lead to sexual aversion or aversion to the opposite sex, resulting in abnormal behavior. He wanted my son to know from a young age that sex doesn't cause pain or soreness on a man's penis, and it's not something shameful!
Now, of course, my son understands. I could see that although he spoke easily, his face, besides excitement, radiated a sense of accomplishment after a successful first sexual experience. I've heard that a successful first sexual experience can boost a man's confidence and energy, leading to success in all aspects of his life. I silently prayed for him! May my son have more confidence, more ruggedness, and more strength in the future!
Driven by sexual frustration, I was often inspired by animal mating. I gestured for him to kneel on the bed and thrust into me from behind. My ever-clever son understood immediately, lifting my buttocks with his hands. I lowered my breasts close to the bed, raising my buttocks high. His penis slid smoothly into my vagina once again, and he found it easy and stimulating. I could see his long testicles swaying back and forth with his thrusts, occasionally hitting my labia with a soft sound. His tender belly rhythmically bumped against my buttocks.
The mushroom-shaped head of his penis rubbed against the walls of my vagina, causing them to tighten with each thrust, and my vagina began to contract with my heartbeat. My son softly moaned along with me, his voice, movements, and facial expressions mirroring his father's in bed! The resemblance was astonishing. I had previously concluded that different people had different ways of expressing themselves, but it seems I was wrong! At least there are many striking similarities between father and son. What's most unforgettable and unique is the amplitude of the movements; his buttocks sway like a swaying pendulum—what a stimulation for a woman! How clumsy and ridiculous those lovers were: their movements were so conservative that one might suspect they had kidney deficiency or short penises, though the frequency was quite fast, so fast it felt like they were constantly vibrating inside me, giving the impression of restraint and lack of confidence.
What comforted me was that my son lasted longer and was considerate of me, unlike his father who didn't care about other people's feelings. My vagina no longer felt the dryness of his father's old penis thrusting in and out, and I rediscovered that longing feeling. The two interacting on the bed weren't mother and son, but a man and a woman, one needing a woman and the other yearning for a man. My knees were a little weak. Although I liked this position, it had a wild stimulation, but today I felt empty in my arms. Taking advantage of the opportunity when his penis slipped out of my vagina, I asked him to change back to the previous position. Holding or looking at my son made me feel at ease.
That way, his penis penetrated deeper, and the base could even hit my clitoris. His bulging, brown glans slid in without my guidance. My son said that my labia had turned inside out, and I could see the tender, moist, pale pink flesh inside. Then, with a hurried, dramatic contraction of her abdomen—lifting her buttocks—contracting her abdomen—lifting her buttocks, her youthful energy pushing the erect penis deep into my lower abdomen. The two testicles in my scrotum had somehow retracted into my abdominal cavity, probably to facilitate their partner's release; only the highly wrinkled skin remained exposed.
The son greedily enjoyed the stimulation his mother's body provided. He had come into this world from here, and now he was learning about women and experiencing human pleasures from here. How could he not be ecstatic? "Mom, you are the best woman in the world, the most perfect pussy—it must be yours!" People yearn for the land that gave them birth, longing for environments that bring them benefits, yet they try to suppress and ignore the place where their parents mated, conceived, and gave birth to them! Isn't that too repressive? Why can't women enjoy the body they created? To be precise, this body wasn't created by women. It's God's masterpiece! It was simply brought into the world through women. When God created humans, He only distinguished between men and women! Besides, I crave sex even more. My husband can't satisfy me, I can't reach an understanding with outsiders, and sexual partners are subject to so many restrictions.
Forget about ethics and morality! "Wow, Mom! That feels so good!" He opened his mouth wide, squinted his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. At the same time, his lower abdomen was burning, and the speed of his thrusts slowed down. His adorable penis rhythmically expanded and contracted inside my hole. At this moment, I was having difficulty breathing and felt limp. I almost moaned, "My angel, harder, harder!" Each thrust sent me to a completely new realm. As the glans of his penis swelled, my vagina relaxed; as his penis contracted, the sides of my vagina tightened. Mother and son convulsed and spasmed in unison, and streams of semen rhythmically shot into my mother's vagina!
What perfect coordination! No other penis, no matter the size, had ever given me such wonderful pleasure! Was it a mother-son connection, a telepathic understanding, that allowed us to be so in sync? I thank God, I thank the Creator! Thank you for bringing such a perfect angel to me! My son collapsed onto my limp body, his penis and buttocks still twitching. I held him tightly around the waist, pressing the base of his penis against my still-wanting core, letting him ejaculate the last drop of semen. I wished time could stand still, that he could stay on top of me forever.
The music stopped sometime ago, and the only sound in the room was the beating of two hearts pressed together. My son was a little tired from his first time ejaculating, and he withdrew his somewhat limp penis from my vagina, his body sliding to my side, his penis and my buttocks covered in milky white, gelatinous semen. "Mom, I'm much better than Dad, right!" Ah Hui said confidently, covering my breast with his right hand. "Son, how can you compare yourself to your father? He's your father!" His tone was one of jealousy towards his dad! Yes, ever since his voice started to grumble, he had resented his father, even talking back.
I was worried, but even more so, I felt a secret joy. I've heard it said that in families where the son grows up, the father and son are like two tigers on one mountain, or two uncastrated bulls in one shed! The reason, it turns out, is that women and sex are the focal points of their conflict! What's the difference between humans and animals in this respect? Rationality? Reason? What reason? It's nothing more than the inability to fathom others' psychology, the fear of awkwardness and embarrassment after making a rash move! Humans are suppressing themselves! What I'm happy about is that my son still wants me! I couldn't ask for more!
"Sweetie, if you want to come, Mommy will give it to you as long as Daddy's not here." "I know. Don't be fooled by his arrogant and cocky attitude in front of others; he's no good at sex with you!" Could it be that my son saw me having sex with his dad? It's quite possible. Although our sex life is limited, we often have sex naked with the bedroom door wide open, oblivious to others. My husband treats our son like a little kid! But my son, lying on the bed, is a spitting image of his father. Sometimes I wonder if having sex with my son is just because he's young, cute, and pretty? Is there also an element of wanting to find in my son what his father has lost? I don't know. Then I start to worry: "Sweetie, won't this interfere with your studies?" "No, Mommy!" If you don't let me try today, I'll keep thinking about it! "So I don't keep fantasizing about what the place where I was born is like, or what it feels like to rub against you!" He lowered his voice, sliding his hand from her breast to her vulva, and said, "I often dream about your thing at night, Mommy. Once, I dreamed that I was standing in the sea, and you were naked, legs spread, bracing yourself on the rocks. I was staring longingly at your thing, rubbing against it with my penis, trying my best, but I couldn't get close. But I felt so good, I've never felt so good before! When I woke up, my underwear was wet and slippery!" No way! Who doesn't dream? Didn't I have similar dreams at his age? The object of my dreams was actually my most admired father. What's puzzling is that at that time I had never seen a male naked body, let alone my father's genitals. In my dream, that thing was hard and trembling, so lifelike, basically no different from the men's things I saw later. So I'm sure my son's hair has my ancestors' genes. The dream I had that night still confuses me, remains vivid in my memory, but I have no courage to tell anyone, so I bury it deep in my heart.
My son rolled off the bed after I stepped on him and rushed to the bathroom. His scrotum, slightly longer than his limp penis, swayed together between his legs. Hearing the satisfying sound of his urination, I felt a sense of returning to simplicity. Had I grown tired of the rigid rituals? Why don't people show their true selves to others? Why be so concerned with saving face, playing the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother? I wished I could go to a secluded paradise where my son and I could rest and recuperate. When our precious little darling returned to the room, his adorable penis was erect again. "Wait, let Mom take a good look!" "Okay!" My son shamelessly lifted his right leg and placed it on the edge of the bed. His scrotum rested squarely on my face, his thick, flat penis dangling above it. He bent down, his hands caressing my belly and breasts. "My God, how beautiful! This old man truly doesn't know how lucky he is!" Many things in this world are inexplicable. This father and son, they didn't love what they should love, yet they loved what they shouldn't tirelessly. I felt my vagina moist again, and my son's adorable penis seemed determined to keep coming.
This time, he ingeniously brought a cotton backrest for me to lie on, and placed two pillows under my buttocks. Pillows can be used as buttock supports? I admire his imagination at such a young age! My son's penis, standing on the ground, was at the same height as my vaginal opening. I could clearly see how that adorable treasure entered and exited my vagina, and how it brought such pleasure. I spread my legs wide, allowing our genitals to fully contact. His
warm, hard penis thrust into my vagina again, reaching deep into my abdomen. Two naked bodies mating—what was there to hide? Sexual intercourse is the most secret, yet also the most public, of humankind; the ugliest, yet also the most sublime! I lean towards the latter. I also hoped to achieve maximum satisfaction and experience the charm of a newly blossoming youth. I cooperated by twisting my waist and buttocks, actively thrusting my genitals to meet the penis's thrusts. Despite the large movements, when withdrawing, the two organs were far apart, and the glans, like an experienced horse, made one wonder whether it was the accumulation of first-time experience or the attraction between the two organs, always heading straight for the "honey pot." During insertion, I could feel the glans hitting the cervix, and the base of the penis was completely submerged in the clitoris.
The clitoris slowly swelled from the impact of the base of the penis, and the two testicles hanging from the clitoris alternately hit the thin skin between the anus and vaginal opening, feeling a burning sensation. When the glans withdrew, it acted like a piston, drawing the fluid from the vaginal cavity out of the opening and flowing into the buttocks cleft, wetting the testicles that had hit it, making them feel slippery. My son, as if understanding something, withdrew his penis and bent down, sometimes rubbing my swollen, translucent clitoris; sometimes closing my thighs and gently patting my vulva. "What a beautiful place! Different positions, different looks!" The patting on my hard clitoris made me ecstatic. My son, like an artist, was captivated by the clenched, thick labia majora, expressing different feelings from different angles of the same piece of flesh. "My classmate's description of 'sitting like Guanyin with hands clasped; standing like lotus petals just opening' isn't quite accurate!" It turns out these teenagers, not quite grown up, have already felt the stirrings of love! How did they know? I couldn't wait any longer, so I quickly pulled him up and pressed his penis against my labia. It felt so good that way. I asked, "What does it look like?" My son brought my legs together, braced his thighs, and thrust his penis into my belly. "I think it looks like an abalone, a beautiful big abalone!" My labia gripped the thrusting penis tightly, and the more I thought about it, the more it resembled a big abalone holding a big eel. He stared intently at the big abalone and the throbbing eel. Stimulated by multiple senses, he automatically increased his speed. I suddenly felt my glans swell inside him. My son's buttocks swayed rapidly, and my breasts bounced up and down joyfully with my body. Occasionally, I would hear my son's subconscious calls, "My darling! Why are you my mom?!" My adorable son was drenched in sweat, and the sweat mixed with my vaginal fluid splashed all over his four thighs, making a "smack, smack" sound. His testicles slapped against his buttocks, singing in harmony. How wonderful, how blissful! My son is better than his father, at least in this aspect he has more romance and humor, I thought to myself. His erect penis, hard for over ten minutes, showed no signs of fatigue, incredibly powerful!
Was my son too young and not fully mature yet, his semen already depleted? The approaching climax left me no time to consider the consequences; I only felt that thick, hard thing filling my vagina, thrusting into my heart with each stroke. I couldn't help but cry out, the sound like a mother cat in heat in spring, a deep growl, pleasurable and incredibly infectious and seductive. My son trembled all over,
letting out a loud "Ugh—woo," like rolling spring thunder. Then, streams of semen sprayed against my cervix, rubbing against my vagina. The pleasure was indescribable! My son immediately pulled out his ejaculating penis, shooting his semen onto my belly, filling my deep navel with fresh fluid, the room filled with a pungent, fishy smell. It excited me, but also filled me with sorrow: how many lives were inside?
How many of my sons' children! If one was fortunate enough to conceive and mature inside me, ten months later he would be the fruit of our love! But what would his identity be in this world? My brother's son? My father's grandson?
I felt myself floating, drifting towards the vast sky, towards the abyss! Then I heard my son, Ahui, groaning as if from a distant place, calling out, "Mommy! Dear Mommy, my dearest Mommy!"
[The End]

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