The mother should be the son's first sexual partner

I'm an ordinary housewife, devoted to my husband

, raising my son, gardening, cooking, and laundry—year after year,
a mundane existence.

My husband is very family-oriented, and my son's grades are excellent.

However, after he turned 12 and entered junior high school, his grades plummeted, and he looked unwell.

Upon closer observation, I discovered he frequently masturbated.

I was frantic and read many sexology books, gaining insight—a mother should be her son's first sexual
partner ! In ancient times, the first sexual partner of emperors and wealthy children was their wet nurse; now that wet nurses are no longer available, mothers
should take on this responsibility.

So, I gradually approached my son using the methods described in the books, striving to become his sexual partner as soon as possible, so that he
could grow up healthy in body and mind.

That day, my husband was on duty; he had to work every Sunday.

I showered early, put on my bathrobe, and went to my son's room.

He was playing on his phone in bed. I lay down beside him and asked, "How long has it been since you slept with Mommy?"
My son thought for a moment and said, "About ten years, I guess." I said, "No, two years ago you used to often crawl between your
dad to sleep and wouldn't leave, right?"

My son blushed and said, "Really?!"

I said, "Have you grown up and understand things between men and women?"

My son blushed even more.

I continued to ask, "Have you ever had a sex education class?"

He shook his head.

"Do you and your classmates often talk about women?"

He shook his head again.

"Do you often imagine women?"

He nodded slightly.

"Every day!" "No!" he strongly objected.

I said, "Then why do you have so many spots on your shorts every day?"

He looked at me in astonishment.

Seeing that I had frightened him, I gently hugged him and said, "It's normal to imagine what women are like at your age, and what
sex feels like.

But you need to be moderate. Nobody told you that, so it's not your fault, my darling!"

As I said this, I hugged him even tighter.

After he relaxed, I asked him if he wanted to see women. He thought for a moment and nodded.

I slowly unbuttoned my robe, letting my son see my body.

I'm only in my early thirties, with a great figure, fair and delicate skin, and glossy black pubic hair in a triangular shape under the light
.

My son stared, mesmerized. I stroked the back of his head and said, "Come over and take a look."

He timidly crawled between my thighs, and I cooperated by opening my legs. I had made love with my husband this morning, so
my vagina was probably a little swollen, quite red, my labia majora were wide apart, my clitoris was protruding,
and my vagina was very wet. After seeing my son, the wetness flowed even more continuously.

After a while, my son asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Of course!" he said, gently stroking my clitoris and labia majora and minora. After a while, I felt the wetness flowing
out, so I said, "Son, lick it for me."

My son hesitated for a moment, then crawled down and gently and earnestly licked it. "Why is it a little salty? And it
tastes a bit like rice water?"

The saltiness was normal, and the "rice water" taste was probably the taste of my husband's semen. Fortunately, it was my son's first time
tasting managed to fool me.

Next time, I'll make sure my husband washes himself thoroughly before letting my son play with it, I concluded.

After licking for a while, my son asked me, "Can I put my finger in and touch it?"

"You little rascal, you're pushing your luck! Fine!"

I said playfully.

My son timidly inserted his finger into my vagina, exploring his birthplace.

Unexpectedly, he then asked, "Was I born from here?"

I said, "Yes." I didn't expect to startle him. He quickly climbed up and lay down next to me, asking,
"Did it hurt when you gave birth to me?"

I said, "It hurt a lot, and my vagina was swollen for several days and I was bleeding.

So you have to be good to Mommy, and good to all women!"

My son nodded solemnly.

After a long time, my son said, "Mommy, I understand. I don't want to think about women anymore!"

I smiled and said, "Why don't you want to? It's a wonderful thing. You should have wonderful love and sex.

But don't have wild thoughts.

Especially don't go overboard! Do you understand?"

My son happily said, "Can I look again?"

I smiled and nodded, and my son immediately moved to my crotch.

He looked at it again and again, touched it again and again, licked it again and again, as if he had found a treasure.

Suddenly, my son looked up and exclaimed, "Mom, I had a wet dream again!"

I saw that his shorts were already soaked.

I quickly said, "It's okay, it's a normal reaction. I'll wipe it clean for you, you should go to sleep!"

My son wanted to play a little longer, but I firmly told him that this was the end for today, and that it could only be once a week
. From today onwards, he had to study hard and was not allowed to think about women.

We'll play again next week! I went back to my room, but I was still excited and couldn't sleep, so I
inserted the electric dildo my husband had bought me into my uncooperative pussy. I

only went to sleep after I was satisfied.

The next morning, I made a lot of delicious food for my son. When he got up, he looked at me nervously.
When he saw my smile, he rushed up and hugged me, saying, "Mom, I love you, I will study hard."

A week passed uneventfully, and it was Sunday again. My husband went to work, and my son immediately told me that he had finished his homework and
asked if he could come over to play early. After cleaning the kitchen and taking a shower, I went to my son's room. He seemed impatient:
"Why are you so late?" I laughed, "Silly son, it's not even 8 o'clock yet! Are you going to bed already?"

My son looked at the clock and led me to his bedside, whispering, "I missed you!" My son has had a hard time too; it must be
tough for him to wait a whole week at such a young age.

So I readily took off my clothes and went to bed with him.

This time, my son didn't ask any questions. He crawled between my legs and started licking my vulva. After just one lick, he asked me,
"Why does it only taste like rice water this time? It's not salty?"

I remembered that my husband had sex with me at noon today, and I hadn't washed properly. Besides, I hadn't produced any vaginal discharge, so
how could it be salty? I said, "The taste is related to your body's condition; it tastes a little different every day."

My son asked again, "How do you know? You can't lick yourself."

My face suddenly turned red, but I still told him the truth: "Your father told me."

My son silently continued licking his penis, inquiring about his birth canal.

After a while, he looked up and asked, "Can I fuck you?"

I pretended to think for a moment and said, "Okay, but on the condition that you don't tell anyone, including your dad."

My son nodded readily.

I took out the condom I had prepared last week and put it on my son. He asked, "Do I have to wear it?"

I said, "You have to wear it as long as you don't want me to get pregnant this time!" He asked again, "Will I get
pregnant every time we have sex?"

"Of course not, but this way it's safe and protects both of our health.

You have to remember this no matter when or where in the future. This is a principle.

You have to promise me you'll remember!"

My son nodded deeply.

At this moment, my son's penis was a little soft, and he couldn't penetrate me for a while.

I suddenly remembered what the book said, that it's best to use the doggy style the first time you have sex with your son, so that he won't see his mother's
familiar face and will relax a bit.

So I knelt up, stuck my butt out high, and said, "Son, play a little longer before you fuck me, no rush!"

So my son started licking and fiddling with me from behind, and I felt a lot of my juices flowing out.

I said, "Son, fuck me! I've missed you!"

My son let out a "whoosh" and quickly thrust his big cock into my pussy. He really didn't need to be taught how to fuck;
he slapped my big white ass with great technique, each thrust sending shivers down my spine, making me
moan uncontrollably.

"Ah...

ah... darling... oh...

so good... ah...

I can't take it anymore... oh... so beautiful

...

" My son held my waist and slapped my ass high, my body trembling, and
a lot of juices overflowed from my cleft. I had clearly reached the peak of my orgasm, and I kept moaning, "It feels so good
... oh... son...

ah... Mom is so good... Mom is coming for you..." I felt a jolt, as if I'd been electrocuted, and my pussy
spasmed ! Just then, my son yelled, and I felt a surge of heat inside my vagina—he had ejaculated.

He seemed a little disappointed, but I comforted him, saying that the first time is always like this, and that our sex
life ! I cleaned his penis and went back to my room to find an electric vibrator to satisfy my lust! I
turned the vibrator to the highest setting and thrust it deep into my overflowing, wet vagina, enjoying myself immensely.

Before I even reached my third orgasm, I suddenly saw my son standing in front of me.

I incoherently pulled the vibrator out of my vagina, several times… I couldn't turn off the power.

After my son turned it off for me, he sat down beside me, hugged me, and asked, "Is my penis small?
Is Daddy's penis big? How long can he fuck you each time before you stop using the electric dildo?"

I calmed myself down for a moment, then carried my son to the bed and said, "Women don't really care about the size of a man's penis. Your
penis is actually like the men in our family; the head is very big and long, bigger than your dad's
. It will get even bigger when you mature,

just like your grandpa's."

My son then asked, "Have you seen grandpa's penis?"

Oh no: trying to cover up one contradiction has exposed another! I could only say, "He saw it when he peed.
The time you spent having sex this time was too short because it was your first time. You'll be able to fuck for a
long time when you have more experience.

" "How long do you women want to fuck?"

my son asked. "Hehe! I've become your woman!"

I teased.

My son hugged me tightly, embarrassed.

I touched my son and said, "Women want it to last as long as possible, but 5-10 minutes is enough.

You haven't masturbated this week, let's do it again!"

As I said this, I pulled down his shorts, used my mouth to lift his limp penis, and started sucking
hard. Being young, his penis quickly became big and hard.

I put a condom on him, spread my legs wide, and cried, "Son, hurry up and fuck me!" My

son was very obedient; this time he thrust his penis into my vagina in one go, followed by a storm
of thrusting. His testicles slapped against my white buttocks.

My son's big penis was thick enough; each time he pushed forward, I felt as if my vagina was encountering considerable
resistance. My son looked down curiously at our point of contact, seeing
the soft flesh of my vagina dilating as his penis penetrated. I could feel the wonderful sensation of the tender flesh inside my vagina tightly embracing
my son's big penis—so tight and narrow, yet incredibly comfortable.

"Ah...so good...my dear son...your big cock is so thick...ah...it fills my little cunt completely
...ah...it feels so good

...oh...my dear son, you're fucking me so good.

" "Oh...Mom...son feels so good...ah...fuck your mom with your big cock...it feels so good...how about you...oh...
how does it feel to be fucked by your own son with his big cock...into the place that gave birth to him..." "So good...so exciting
...ah...under my son's thrusts, my breasts swayed along with him. I let my son's hands caress my
beautiful breasts and my two hard nipples, and I would thrust my hips up and down to meet my son's thrusts. After a few thrusts, I would grind
and rotate for a while, and then continue to thrust my fat hips quickly, letting my big cock go in and out of my tender cunt.
I looked down at my son's big cock going in and out of my tender cunt with even more lust.

After about a few hundred thrusts, for a full half hour, my juices soaked the sheets, and my cunt was numb."

My son yelled and bit my hair hard, then ejaculated inside me again.

This time he seemed very tired, so I couldn't bear to send him back to his room. I held my
son fell asleep!

Another week passed quickly. This time, I took the initiative to give my son oral sex first, constantly praising his big
penis . Suddenly, my son asked again, "Mom, how did you see my grandpa's big penis?" Looking at his serious
expression, I didn't want to lie to him, so I told him the truth.

It was ten years ago. Your grandma passed away, and grandpa had several girlfriends, but none of them lasted. He was too lonely,
so he went to a brothel and got arrested by the police.

I went to bail him out, and seeing his pitiful state, I said, "Dad, if you need anything, just tell me. Can I
take care of you?"

I took him home, and after dinner, I gave your grandpa a bath. I saw that your grandpa's penis was very long, and the glans was especially
large; I couldn't even hold it in one hand.

Grandpa said, "I'll wash you too, I used to wash you all the time when you were little."

Speechless, I took off my clothes, and 20 years later, I was back to having Dad bathe me.

After the bath, Grandpa carried me to bed and made me "serve" him! If I hadn't already given birth to you, my
vagina would be much looser, and Grandpa's penis wouldn't fit at all. Those girls at the hair salon called the police

because Grandpa's penis was too big and it hurt too much to take his "job." It seems I'll be the one serving Grandpa from now on. My son listened in silence for a long time and then asked, "Do you still serve Grandpa now?" I said, "Of course, but only once a month. When you're young, you can do it once a week, but now that you're older, you can only do it once a month. You have to control yourself to stay healthy, you know, son?!" My son nodded seriously and said, "I've already done that." I happily kissed my son and touched his penis, which was the same size as his grandfather's. After putting a condom on him, I let him fuck me from behind for about ten minutes. Then I turned around and let him fuck me from the front. He fucked me for almost an hour before ejaculating inside me. After living like this for half a year, I noticed that my son had become much stronger and had a more cheerful personality. By the time he graduated was over 1.8 meters tall. In high school, my son lived at school and didn't come home every week, so we had sex less often, but he promised he wouldn't masturbate . Later, my son told me he had a girlfriend, so we had sex less often. When he asked me to prepare , I wasn't jealous; instead, I was happy. After graduating from university, they got married, and we lived together. Sometimes my son would ask to have sex with me again. Deep down, I really wanted to have sex with my son, so after they got married, we actually had sex more often. My son had also matured , and his penis seemed to have grown bigger and thicker, making me feel very good every time. I also have a good relationship with my daughter-in-law, although she doesn't know about my sexual relationship with my son. I have no regrets about my sexual relationship with my son, because I helped him acquire healthy sexual knowledge; I also have no regrets about my sexual relationship with my father, because I helped him enjoy a sexually fulfilling later life. Mothers, would you do the same?

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