Mother and son become lovers

In the past, people were superstitious; mirrors shouldn't be hung facing the bed, as they reflected the intimate moments, like being spied on.
If a mirror hangs from the ceiling, it's as if an eye is watching you make love. Should you avoid the mirror during sex?
Women always close their eyes during sex because they experience pleasure with their bodies, not their eyes.
The friction of a man's penis inside her vagina is more arousing than its appearance. She feels loved when her eyes are closed. Men
are different; their vision trumps everything. The moment they see a woman's bare breasts, their penis instantly becomes erect.
But above this round bed hangs a mirror. Every night when Huishan makes love, she always opens her eyes and looks up at the mirror. That mirror, like a movie
screen, shows her everything she does in bed. In the mirror, she sees her man, manipulating her, flirting with her, driving her to
ecstasy .
Her man was once her son.
Huishan's relationship with her son, from mother and son to lovers and eventually to bed, had nothing to do with the mirror. If she hadn't slept with her son, Huishan wouldn't have personally experienced
the mirror's mysteries. She was somewhat lonely, but not seeking thrills in her affair with her son. However, seeing herself in the mirror
making love with her son filled her with anticipation for sex.
Why would anyone hang a large mirror on the ceiling! Her son wasn't superstitious; it wasn't a feng shui arrangement, but rather a decoration. One had to lie on their back in
bed to discover the mirror's purpose. Curiosity compelled her to find a reason, though she was too ashamed to ask: who was the mirror for? Her son nonchalantly told her
, "Is it an obstacle? If you don't like it, take it down.
" It wasn't an obstacle. It didn't interfere with his lovemaking; he was accustomed to the traditional missionary position, facing away from the mirror, pressing down on Huishan. Visually,
men always held the dominant position to feast their eyes on a woman's body. He preferred to see directly and touch his woman's skin. There was no need to see
the .
In bed, she had already stepped down from her role as a mother, fulfilling the responsibilities of a wife or the function of a mistress. Everything was under
the command of her son, who was making love with her, using what he considered appropriate depths and shallows to caress her in rhythm. In the transaction of lust, he precisely grasped his woman's sensitive areas,
like a master chef controlling the heat perfectly, before throwing himself and his woman into the fire of passion, boiling their blood to a boiling point.
Huishan guessed that the mirror and the round bed were part of a setup. Ever since her son led her to see his bedroom and she discovered the mirror, she had been bewitched by it,
frequently glancing up at it. Unexpectedly, she began to associate the scene of their lovemaking with it. It was as if the mirror had captured her soul; even before she undressed, she already
saw herself completely naked, lying on the bed. The emptiness between her spread thighs became an expectation of lust.
For a long time, only he was by her side. She needed someone to cover her nakedness, and she gave the convenience of penetration to
her own son.
Since becoming the mistress of this bedroom, she had altered its furnishings and layout, placing a large wardrobe to hang the
new clothes she had bought for herself and her son. Huishan politely asked her son's opinion first, as he was the master of the house. He cared about having a large, comfortable bed with a
springy mattress; he liked to press down on his woman, of course, with a rebound that would lift her body towards him,
making it easier for him to penetrate her fully. Therefore, Huishan could arrange the bedroom to her heart's content, as a mistress. As long as there was a bed, any arrangement that
didn't interfere with their sex life was fine with her. Huishan practically renovated the bedroom, except for the bed and the mirror, which remained in their original places.
Huishan enjoyed their bed, which evenly supported her body. Her designer pajamas, cut from the finest satin, rubbed against the sheets like a pair of
gentle, caring hands. As her son's weight slowly lowered and pressed down on her, she felt their skin pressed together, as if
they had become one. Especially his penis, which effortlessly and gently slipped into her vagina, slowly engulfing her.
This was the feeling a woman longed for—to be one with a man. He gave it to her so easily. The fullness inside her vagina and the undulating of his penis were
the best reward she could receive for keeping this man. When she could think of no designer high heels she hadn't worn, she preferred this penis inside
her, giving her the tangible feeling of possessing this man. At least, while he was inside her, she had the right to say that this thing and its owner were hers.
She paid attention to the position of the mirror on the ceiling, which reflected the process of lovemaking from different angles. She wanted to see her son pressing down on her, kissing her, and kissing
her breasts, navel, and pubic area. When her son opened her labia and licked them with his tongue, she wanted to see the folds of her labia and the dripping
love juice, just like him.
Then, he would lift his hips, thrust in and out, rise and fall. After making love, he would hold her, kiss her, tease her nipples, and in the warmth of their
lovemaking gradually falling asleep. In her half-awake, half-asleep state, she saw her son's handsome face in the mirror, his smile, his lustful eyes, his well-proportioned body—
he should be in another woman's arms, yet he was sleeping with his head on her bare breasts. She needed these feelings to face her and her son's tomorrow. Her
son didn't care whether his mother closed her eyes during lovemaking. He had been with many women, and there was one difference between his mother and other women when they made love:
she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Of course, in the passion of sex, her gaze was hazy, and the focus was on a distant point, not him.
Her son asked her if she had never closed her eyes when she made love with other women before. Hui-shan mimicked his tone, asking, "Does it bother you?" Of course, it didn't bother him about enjoying his mother's body
. He demanded many things from Hui-shan during sex, but he could have asked her to close her eyes and not look, which he didn't do.
Hui-shan understood that her son wanted to extract pleasure from her body, never refusing reasonable requests—the mutual needs between sexual partners. Her son had become
the master of her home, and in bed, he was at her mercy. He needed his woman to respond during sex, to moan, to show enjoyment on her face, to hold
her shoulders tightly, and to tell him how powerful he was, how he made her unable to live without him. It wasn't feigned
; Hui-shan genuinely enjoyed being loved, her nipples being kissed, caressed, and covered by her son's warm body.
Waves of pleasure emanated from her clitoris, pleasure she had earned herself. Being in a subservient position, she let her son do as he pleased,
and so she released herself, immersing herself in the infinite pleasure reflected in the mirror. She doesn't just rely on her feelings; she needs to see a view from above, to
be taken up to the sky, and to see herself and her son in various positions as they make love.
The first time she saw herself naked in bed with her son, his hands exploring her body, and her own sexual responses, she admitted it was an
ingenious design. When her son began to kiss her, she had already closed her eyes, partly out of shame, afraid to see what she was doing. It was also partly a conditioned
reflex; closing one's eyes while kissing a lover is a sign of ecstasy. She couldn't distinguish between them, feeling that closing her eyes made love easier. As her son
pinched her nipples and teased her labia with his tongue, through her half-closed eyes, she saw his reflection in the mirror—his smooth, firm buttocks raised
and circling in the air.
She asked herself the most serious question of her life: "Is making love with my own son something I truly want to do?" Her son didn't feel
awkward about their mother-son relationship. Hui-shan's feigned shyness made him insist on being completely naked. He wanted her body completely exposed,
allowing him to feast his eyes on her before entering her. He believed this was the proper level of intimacy between them. He was absolutely
captivated by her well-maintained figure; he felt it would be a waste not to gaze at her more often. His devotion was purposeful: to possess his mother's body.
Her complete nakedness signified that he had obtained what he desired. His penetration of her was not intended for reproduction.
Sexual intercourse was his way of expressing his love for his mother and asserting his right to possess her. Huishan was completely submissive, responding to her son's demands with nakedness, whether
she undressed herself or he undressed her, demonstrating that she had become his lover.
From her son's lustful gaze and his loving caresses of her body, Huishan had offered her body to him, fulfilling his sexual desires.
Sometimes asked herself, why sacrifice her beauty, spreading her legs to let her son enter her, and using every trick in the book to keep him in this
bed? What was she pursuing? Huishan knew the answer.
Was it not for aesthetic pleasure? Two fleshy worms writh and pant. She could
clearly see every movement of her son as he pressed down on her, kissing and caressing her. She saw how he adored her breasts, cradling the soft mounds in his hands, letting them kiss and caress her freely. His nipples were in his mouth,
sucking and gently biting with his teeth, causing her a slight pain. When she cried out in pain, she saw a blush rise to her face. She saw her own
legs wrapped tightly around her son's thighs, like snakes coiling around him. She found her son's arched back, his buttocks raised, and their intertwined lovemaking
posture beautiful, like a scene from a Hamilton film.
Because the mirror hanging from the ceiling above her, if not an interior designer's idea, had a mysterious function. Even when not making love, Huishan would
look up at the mirror. Some nights, her son would come home late from work. No matter how busy he was, he would call Huishan to tell her when he would definitely be home and
to let her know in advance whether they wanted to make love that night.
If they were to have sex, Hui-shan needed to be prepared. Her son was quite particular about what he wanted in bed; he would tell her over the phone which
nightgown , what style of underwear to wear (or none at all), a necklace and anklet—he had specific requirements for how she should dress. Sometimes, he would declare that he hoped to have a slave
to greet and serve him when he returned home, arousing his desire the moment he stepped through the door. Hui-shan, a seasoned womanizer, could certainly manage to create some intimacy.
The rule of prior notice was a rare agreement among cohabiting couples. It was mutual; Hui-shan had the right to express her sexual needs, and her son couldn't refuse. Hui-shan
might be interested in having sex two or three times a night, but she restrained herself. Hui-shan was self-aware enough not to resist her son's kisses on her firm breasts.
However, after her son ejaculated, as soon as his penis slipped out of her vagina, Hui-shan turned her back to him. No matter how long he kissed her neck and back, or
how long he kneaded her nipples until they were hard as rocks, Huishan wouldn't open her legs. She knew in her heart that she had to conserve her body; if she used it sparingly, her son might tire of her like
a toy .
Huishan was a worldly woman; she knew how to win a young man's favor. He would wait until tomorrow night to love her. She used her body as
collateral to exchange for her son's affection and all his needs.
On a material level, women are often kept. Huishan's weakness was that she had accepted the material benefits her son gave her, and in doing so, she had lost her virginity, putting her at
a disadvantage. The mismatch between her and her son's generation left her with no room for negotiation. Her only remaining hope was that her son still respected her as his mother.
She needed her son to understand that she hadn't actually lost control of her sexual desires.
Huishan's thoughts were self-deception; of course, she didn't know when she had already lost control of her lust. Sometimes she felt ashamed that she had so easily been coaxed into bed by her son.
The game of mutual
She cursed herself, and also the mirror, for it had captured her soul. When she saw her son in the mirror, close to her, kissing her neck,
and pulling down the zipper of her dress, her whole body went limp. She collapsed into her son's arms like a little girl, and they both fell onto the bed. Then,
with her help, all their clothes were quickly stripped off. She was now completely naked before her son, letting him admire her.
His hands roamed down her body from her shoulder blades. She heard a long-unheard exclamation.
How could she have lost her identity and status as a mother overnight, becoming her son's woman? That night, they had spent the entire night observing each other,
their thoughts already crossing boundaries. Huishan realized she was on the losing side from the start; the moment she entered her son's house, she understood that he had already
stripped her naked in his imagination. She sensed the allure in the air, calculating how her son would find an excuse to approach her and kiss her. She knew
it wouldn't ; psychologically, she was already naked before him. And all of this was within her expectations, unless her son wasn't a man.
Even before he touched her body, a feeling of being stripped naked spread across her skin; it was his eyes that convinced her she was
completely naked before him. X-ray vision isn't just a concept of "psychological psychology" or infrared technology. Every lustful man's eyes
are equipped with the ability to see through a woman's clothes, to see the figure of the woman he desires.
She said to her son, "Why were you staring at me like that all night?" He said, "You're only realizing now that I'm looking at you like this?" Huishan said, "
What are you planning to do by bringing me home?" Her son said, "Mom, why don't you add the word 'illicit' to describe what I'm thinking?" Huishan said, "
It's fine if you admit it. I've known all along that you had ulterior motives. If I were any other girl, I would have already slept with you because of the romance you deliberately created, right? Don't you see me
as your mother anymore? Tell me, with so many women, why would you have designs on your mother?" He said, "I want any beautiful woman to sleep with me."
However, you are not just any beautiful woman; you are my mother, whom I admire. I feel that being able to conquer my own mother is an unparalleled honor. I'm sorry,
the word "conquer" is used in a benevolent way, implying difficulty, like climbing Mount Everest. I consider winning you as the highest mountain I want to climb in my life.
There's another reason: I feel that since I've given them so many good things, why not give them to my mother, the woman I admire most? So, I admit, I have a desire to seduce you.”
When Huishan heard her son
use the sexually suggestive word "seduce," her skin felt a burning sensation. Although she was willing to be "conquered," the realization that she had become
her son 's prey made her increasingly uncomfortable. She already knew in her heart, but still asked her son, "You still haven't told me what you want?" Her son said, "I
'll tell you if you promise not to run away." Huishan paused, nodded, and said, "Where could I run to?" Her son said, "I'm tired of my womanizing ways and want a change."
Huishan said, "What does that have to do with me?" Her son said, "That feeling was given to me by you. I had a delusional idea, I've already said it. Why should I
chase after other women when the woman I most want is already in front of me? If I could have Mom as my woman, I would have everything I could possibly get from a woman.
So from the beginning, I was determined to pursue you. It was a very exciting thing. You readily accepted my invitation and didn't reject the romantic tone, which made me feel that
I had a chance. So I continued to develop the love story I had written. After that, I didn't pay attention to any other women, and I was wholeheartedly with you."
"You mean, you want Mom to cook and do your laundry?" That was a way of changing the subject. As Huishan spoke, she looked towards her son's bedroom. She said to him, "
You can't be without other women. I can tell if you're lying just by looking at your room." Pushing open the door, she saw a large round bed in the center. Huishan went in, sat on
the edge of the bed, and looked up. The mirror reflected her breasts and deep cleavage, barely concealed by her low-cut neckline. Her son stood before her and said, "Mom, do you like it
? Is the mattress firm enough? I believe it's perfect for us to make love on. This apartment was bought for you, and the room was designed for you. If you like it,
this bed is yours, and the apartment is yours too. The only condition is that you let me sleep with you." Huishan was stunned by her son's bluntness.
She had anticipated some flirtatious behavior from her son, such as getting close to her under some pretext, touching her body, or even asking for kisses and caresses. If she didn't dislike it, she would accept. She even
planned for her son to slip his hand under her skirt, so she could escape before she was completely naked. Now, Huishan could only temporarily steer the conversation away, saying, "
How many girls have you slept in this bed? Be honest." Her son replied, "Mom, do you mind how many women I've slept with? If you tell me you're jealous of them,
I'll count them all and report the details of how I made love to them in bed. But you know better than anyone how important they are to me.
Since I came back, there's only one woman in my heart. Do you know who she is?" His breath, like a gentle breeze, brushed against Huishan's bare shoulders, sending
a chill through her, seeping under her skirt, between her slightly parted thighs, seeping into her bones.
Huishan was alert; things were developing faster than she had imagined. She began to doubt her self-control. The presence of a young man made her
feel fulfilled, but at the same time, it made her lose her direction. By dating her son a few nights a week, she had already accepted his promise to her in action. He said he would
make her a happy woman, that he could give her all the vanity a woman desires—a house, a car, a ring, and love.
Hui-shan wanted to know how many lovers her son had had, but she said, "Your past is none of my business." But her son interrupted, "Don't lie to
yourself , you mind." Hui-shan said, "Would a mother mind how many lovers her son has? I'm just concerned about my son's life." Her son said, "But I don't care
who you are. Because, I think, if I were to be with a woman for life, that woman would be…you." He said, "Mom, you have to believe in love. We can't be together
without love. It's lovely when you're dressed up and dating me, but it's not disgusting even if you go to the bathroom naked. Think about it, we'll
live together like this, everything I have is yours—the house, the car, all for you. And this diamond ring. Let me put it on your finger as
a guarantee ." Hui-shan believed in love too much, leaving her emotionally empty. A son goes on dates with her every week, prompting her to reconsider love, but she needs
a new definition—is the need for mutual presence between mother and son a form of love? She's never held his hand, never kissed him, yet she's asking him to believe in
love; Hui-shan is confused. However, each date feels like a carefree stroll between mother and son, yet also like lovers, creating a suspenseful atmosphere that finally culminates
with a ring.
Her son waits, and Hui-shan looks up, smiles sweetly, and extends her hand, saying, "Let me see." Her son takes her hand and slips
the ring on. She pulls her hand away from his, examines the ring closely, and sees its dazzling brilliance. Her son says, "Mom, what do you think? Can I
accept it ?" Hui-shan nods. Her son sits beside her, his hand on her shoulder. Hui-shan feels she should lean closer to him. He
whispers in her ear, "Do you want me to take your clothes off?" Hui-shan is too embarrassed to say no. The son carefully unzipped her dress and
unhooked her bra.
He pulled the sleeves down, revealing Huishan's shapely breasts. He said, "Mom, your figure is better than I imagined, your skin
is her neck, and the outside of her breasts.
Huishan helped him remove the bra and dress that were blocking his kisses, crossing her arms over her chest, squeezing her breasts to reveal a deeper cleavage, making them appear even fuller. The son
pulled her arms apart, lightly caressing her breasts and her bare thighs, trembling slightly. Huishan, naked before her son, pretended to be calm, but the thought of
what was about to happen made her heart tremble. Now, she had nothing on her except a gemstone necklace and a dazzling diamond ring on her finger. The necklace was a birthday gift,
and the ring was a token of their love. She was certain her son was very satisfied with his spoils.
Everything was going according to Huishan's plan; her son would surely be captivated by her allure. He feigned ease, but was actually impatient, standing up and taking off his clothes as well.
Huishan snow-white naked body shimmered with dazzling light, his eyes fixed on her deep cleavage. She deliberately cupped her breasts, feigning shyness and concealment, but actually supporting
them.
Huishan lowered her head and said, "You said you wanted to make love, is that true?" "You've already put the ring on, so let's do as we agreed." Huishan said, "Even if
we don't make love tonight, we'll do it sooner or later, right?" Her son said, "Then, you say it." Huishan said, "It was all your idea. If I say no, will you?"
"You won't say no." Of course, Huishan wouldn't say no; otherwise, how could she explain being completely naked in her son's bed? She accepted her son without any resistance.
He kissed her, then caressed her, teasing her most intimate places.
Huishan looked up and saw in the mirror her son beginning to touch her sensitive spots, kissing her lips and gently stroking her face. She heard
his loving words echoing in her ears. She told herself this choice might be right.
She opened her arms and embraced her son, pressing her nipples against his chest. Her son was overjoyed by his mother's reaction and hugged her back, saying, "Mom,
are you mine now?" Huishan didn't answer, only tilting her head back to meet her son's kiss. Before she could reply, her son pressed himself against her. She saw
that the man who had used his tongue to open the way, about to penetrate her, was the one she loved.
Her son was busy kissing and caressing her, but neglected to enter her. His clumsy movements made her doubt whether his so-called romantic history was fabricated. Or perhaps
making love with his mother was different, making it impossible for him to penetrate her immediately. But Hui-shan only needed to grasp her son's penis with her fingers to find the right direction, and it plunged in, filling her completely. The vaginal
walls were the shape and size she had imagined. Her two mounds of flesh on her upper body and the other two on her lower body were pressed and squeezed in her son's hands, comparing which was firmer and
which was more elastic. Hui-shan smiled contentedly; she believed her son was satisfied.
Then, her son cupped her buttocks, wanting to penetrate even deeper. But her uterus had already been pushed to its limit, and it was impossible to squeeze in any further. That was a good sign.
Hui-shan understood in her heart that as long as her legs were wrapped around her son, it would create the effect for him as if he were entering a virgin's vagina.
After making love, her son held Hui-shan tightly like a baby, making it hard for her to breathe. She nestled in her son's arms. Was this what it meant to become one
? Hui-shan thought, seeing the two naked bodies in the mirror, their proportions perfect, they were a good match.
Her son said, "Mom, you not only look better than I imagined, but you're also better than I imagined in bed. Everything is wonderful. We're already together, so there's nothing to
be afraid of. Feel free to give yourself to me. I'll make love to you every night, take you with me when I go on business trips, and travel the world with you when I have time.
I'll buy you designer clothes, the most expensive jewelry, and perfumes, as long as you're willing to be my woman. After making love, I already know you're willing. Tomorrow I'll send someone to
move your things over for you." Her son's words were so gentle that Huishan melted in his arms. But stroking her son's chest with her fingertips, she said, "
How many women have you said these sweet words to? I don't mind your past. But you must promise me you'll treat me well.
Just don't let me know how many women you've been seeing.
But when you come back to me, you must treat me the same as your only woman. If I give you that, then we're already united. I'm a devoted woman,
living only for one man. If you're going to lie to me, then lie to the end. You know how painful it is for your mother to be alone for you? I'd rather you never gave
me those things, and made me feel loved. Understand?" "I won't, my suspicious mother. Trust me," her son smiled at her, reaffirming his promise with
a deep kiss . Hui Shan was still not used to kissing the man who was still her son before they slept together so deeply; his tongue still couldn't penetrate her mouth to taste her
saliva. But she understood that tomorrow night, when her son returned, she would properly be his woman, offering him this kiss willingly. She wanted to receive his repeated
assurances that he loved only her.
That woman wasn't suspicious. Hui Shan understood men's hearts perfectly well, and she was certain it was something a man did when he wanted a woman. But she didn't believe her son only needed her
; what he wanted from her was a stable relationship and the tenderness and obedience of a mature woman. Hui Shan accepted all her son's promises,
accepting all the benefits he promised. Having experienced so much, she was happy to have such a refuge, a shoulder to lean on. She would rather wait for
a as he instructed, wear a sexy sheer nightgown and panties, apply the perfume and necklace he bought for her, and welcome him to her
bed.
Winning a man's heart was too easy for Hui Shan. Especially since that man was her son; she knew his personality inside and out, and much of what he
did was due to her indulgence. She only needed to do what a woman should do: strike alluring poses in bed, winning her son's approval, affection, and all material
comforts.
"Mom, this is it. I like it." This was what her son often said before entering her. They were lovers in bed, their son and she doing what men and
women do. However, her son still saw her as his mother, a role Hui-shan desperately tried to maintain, even though most of the time she was his mistress.
Hui-shan was conflicted, because she had exhausted all her efforts to maintain her son's interest in her body. As long as her son still had the interest to touch her thighs, kiss her,
and tell her he wanted to make love to her, she felt at ease. Hui-shan actually knew that men were naturally inclined to polygamy, and her son was no exception.
However, her consolation lay in her wardrobe filled with designer clothes, high heels, and handbags, acquired during her travels around the world with her son. The gemstone
necklaces she wore became increasingly precious, and she wore the finest French perfumes. She had several platinum credit cards given to her by her son, which she could use whenever she wanted—the easiest thing for a man to provide to his
woman.
When she was tired from shopping, Hui-shan would go home and lie on the bed, waiting for her son to return. She would look at her naked body in the mirror, projecting herself onto her son, seeing where her beauty
lay.
She felt she had a narcissistic quirk, caused by her own reflection in the mirror. What she enjoyed most about making love on that bed, besides having a man
tell her he loved her and touch her sensitive spots, and the real feeling of him inserting his penis into her body, was
the image of herself making love to him in the mirror. As the frequent sexual encounters gradually decreased, and even on some nights when there were no phone calls and he returned home late, she would still lie in bed in her sexiest nightgown, preparing for
a scenario where lovemaking might never happen.
She gradually understood that the true purpose of that mirror was for the woman below to see. To let the woman see how her man made love to her, so that when her man
hadn't returned, she could temporarily use her hand to substitute for her son's thick, hard penis, inserting, probing, and withdrawing it into that dark, slippery opening.
She would close her eyes, let her son's face appear, smiling at her, gently kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, "Mom, this is it
, I like you like this. You're mine now, and I... I want to possess you!"

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