Mother's back garden

Introducing Tommy. Rhett's father had been dead for two years. The car accident happened when Tommy was sixteen. The accident devastated Tommy and his mother. Their life had been perfect; they lived in a large suburban house with a two-garage garage, and there were several good schools in the area. Everything had been fine until the accident.
One evening, Bob Rhett got off work late. On his drive home, a car sped towards him. It veered off the center line and crashed into the front of his car. According to the police, the driver of the other car was drunk and was traveling at nearly 100 miles per hour.
The funeral arrangements were difficult. Bob and Susan's friends and family rushed from all directions and offered Tommy and his mother a great deal of help. But after the funeral, when she and Tommy returned home, they had to handle the rest on their own. The accident dramatically changed their lives.
Tommy's mother, Susan, had to go back to work to support the family, and they also had to sell their house. In the two years since Bob's death, Susan has worked hard and achieved considerable success in her career. She's also been lucky with her stock investments. She bought herself and Tommy a new house, not as big as their previous one, but the mother and son lived comfortably and happily. Their salary and stock market earnings ensured they had enough to eat and wear, and they even went on occasional vacations.
Although their life was stable during these two years, the impact of the tragedy had not diminished with time; they remained grieving the loss of their husband and father. They relied on and supported each other, making their relationship even closer than that of a typical mother and son.
Tommy Rhett suddenly became the only man in the family, but he knew he couldn't replace his father to his mother.
Tommy was a tall, thin, and handsome boy. He was six feet one inch tall and weighed 175 pounds. He was taller than most of his classmates. He appeared confident, but in reality, he was very shy and extremely sensitive. Although he inherited his father's handsome face and his mother's bright blue eyes, he felt uncomfortable around girls.
Tommy wanted to date girls, but whenever he was alone with a pretty girl, he would become tongue-tied and embarrassed. So he used the simplest method: avoiding girls. When he had holidays and no classes, he would lie to his mother and say he was going on dates.
Now Tommy was eighteen, graduating high school with excellent grades and a football scholarship to the local college. He had never had a girlfriend. He knew it was due to his extreme embarrassment. Shortly after his father's death, he became introverted and shy, which led to a slight stutter. He was able to control it most of the time, so his mother still didn't know he had a stutter. But it would show when he was nervous, especially in front of pretty girls his age.
Susan was still a very attractive woman. She was tall and well-proportioned, five feet seven inches. However, like most women, she was still unhappy with her body. She thought her hips were too full and her breasts too large. So she always dressed conservatively to cover up what she considered to be her body's flaws.
Since Bob's death, Susan has never remarried and lives alone. Although she tries not to rely too much on Tommy, he seems to be the only one who truly understands her. He can sense her sadness, anger, and loneliness without her having to tell him. Susan feels comforted by Tommy's understanding nature.
She has tried dating many times, but unfortunately, she hasn't met a man she truly likes. None of them have shown her genuine emotional care, nor have they offered her help when she needs it; they are only interested in having sex with her. Susan still has strong desires. She desperately wants a gentle, considerate, and understanding man. Most of the men she dates think she's a young widow who just wants sexual satisfaction.
Tommy is very supportive of her dating, but when he hints that she should find someone else, she always tells him he's the only man she needs in her life. She feels like she's lying to Tommy, and she keeps inexplicably thinking about Bob. She knows time has passed, but she can't forget the past.
Thirty-six-year-old Susan works tirelessly to support her family. She's the head of public relations, extremely busy. She works twelve hours a day, sometimes even on Saturdays.
Tommy tells her she should wear sexier clothes; short skirts and low-cut tops will make her look prettier. He also says she needs to showcase her assets, which will greatly help her PR work. She does follow his advice, and her performance does improve. However, her beauty alone is enough to make the men around her glance at her from time to time.
Whenever Tommy tells her she should have a boyfriend, she counters by demanding he have a girlfriend.
Susan is very worried about her son's lack of social skills. She wants him to go out and make friends in his free time, but almost every weekend night he stays home with her.
One Saturday evening, Susan came to the living room and saw Tommy sitting on the sofa watching TV as usual.
"Tommy, why are you still at home tonight? Why don't you go out with someone?" Susan asked, sitting down next to her son and putting an arm around his shoulder. They have this kind of conversation almost every weekend night.
“Please, Mom, let me rest. I don’t want to go out; I’d rather stay home with you.”
This was his usual, standard answer. They both knew it was a weak excuse.
“Tommy, you need friends, you know… a girlfriend,” Susan said loudly. Then she looked at him seriously and said, “I’m worried about you.”
“You don’t seem to have a boyfriend either. Why do I need a girlfriend?”
“Please, Tommy, you’re different from me. I’m already married. And I already have a man.
It’s you!” Susan said, lovingly pulling him closer.
“Well, I have plenty of time to date, but I already have a woman. It’s you!” Tommy replied in his mother’s words, a laugh escaping his lips.
Susan sighed helplessly. “Then we’re a perfect match, aren’t we?”
“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Tommy said sincerely, snuggling into her arms.
“You’re my best friend too,” Susan said, hugging him again. But she didn’t stop.
“You need other male friends. Otherwise, it’s not good for your health.”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Mom…”
“What is it?”
Tommy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He leaned back, rested his head on the sofa, and closed his eyes. His face turned embarrassed. “Nothing, don’t worry,” he said.
“Tell me, Tommy…tell Mommy,” Susan said, turning his head to face her. She looked into his blurry eyes and said, “You and Mommy always talk about everything. Is there something you can’t tell Mommy now?”
Tommy wanted to tell his mother about his shyness and stutter, but he didn’t want her to worry. And he felt embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now he finally mustered the courage to tell his mother, and he knew he had to. “It’s…it’s me…I get very nervous around girls. Especially around pretty girls, I get very shy, and I…I…I start to stutter,”
Tommy said, avoiding his mother’s gaze.
Susan was surprised but didn't show it. She had never heard him stutter before. "Wait a minute, you always say I'm a beautiful girl, but you don't stutter when you talk."
"Seriously, Mom, I get flustered around girls. I've only kissed two girls so far," Tommy blurted out without thinking. He tried to stop himself, but it was too late.
"Really?" Susan said in surprise. My God, he's only kissed two girls at eighteen, she thought. He must still be a virgin! Susan was shocked. She realized a very serious problem. "So, do you like girls?"
"Mom! Of course I like girls," Tommy said, now completely embarrassed.
Susan sighed in relief.
"It's just...it's just...damn!...I haven't even had a real date yet."
"Wow! Tommy, I'm at a loss too!" Susan could no longer pretend to be calm and said in shock. “I saw you going out too. I asked you where you were going, and you said you were on a date with a girl.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, I lied then. I went to the library or the mall.
I just didn’t want you to worry about me. I’ve already made you worry so much.”
Suddenly, Susan realized that she hadn’t really cared about Tommy since his father’s death. She had foolishly thought she knew him. She had been numbing her grief by working tirelessly, and she suddenly felt guilty towards Tommy. She had been so busy with work that she had completely neglected him. It was obvious that he was very immature now. “Oh God, how could I have been so stupid,” she thought.
Mother and son sat quietly for a long time. Neither of them knew what to say.
Finally, Susan broke the silence and spoke first.
“Tommy, how about we go on a date?”
“Please, Mom! Be serious, don’t tease me!”
“I’m serious. You feel natural with me, so why don’t we try going on a date?
You can think of me as your girlfriend. I can tell you how to talk to girls. After all, I remember what I liked when I was a girl.” Susan paused, suddenly realizing that going out with his mother might embarrass him. “Hmm…is it too embarrassing to be seen with your old mom?”
“Mom, you’re not old. You’re the most beautiful woman I know!” His face immediately turned bright red.
“Thank you, darling, and you’re the most handsome man I know! So why can’t two good-looking people like us go on a date?”
Tommy thought quietly for a few minutes. Going on a date with her might help him, he thought. And if anything went wrong on the date, she wouldn’t abandon him. This might be the only way she could help him. He suddenly liked his mother’s suggestion. “Hmm…okay…I think this will be interesting,” Tommy said casually.
“You don’t seem to like it too much,” Susan pouted.
“No,” Tommy said immediately. “It’s just…it’s just…”
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“I…I’m not really sure about it. I…I…um…you know, if I do something wrong, I feel stupid. It’s embarrassing…embarrassing,” Tommy stammered.
“Nothing will embarrass you, darling,” Susan said, patting his leg affectionately. “Come on, let’s change, then you take me out for dinner and a movie,” Susan said, grabbing her car keys from the table and tossing them to him. “You’ll be my driver today, my little sweetheart.”
“Mom!” Tommy exclaimed, his face turning red again. But beneath his embarrassed exterior, there was a strong sense of excitement.
Twenty minutes later, Tommy was already in the living room, pacing nervously as he waited for his mother.
He looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly seemed to freeze, unable to utter a word.
Susan wore a low-cut, tight-fitting white pullover that exposed her full breasts, paired with a black mini-skirt and high heels. She thought Tommy would love the outfit, since he had picked it out for her.
"What's wrong?" Susan asked anxiously, looking at her son's face. Suddenly, she wondered if her outfit was too much.
"Mom, um...um...you see...it looks..." Tommy stammered, trying to tell his mother he looked beautiful.
"I'll go change," Susan said, turning to go upstairs, wondering if her attire was too "sexy."
"No need! You look gorgeous," Tommy blurted out.
Susan smiled and turned back. "Thank you for the compliment, darling. I thought my clothes were bothering you."
"Mom, I really hope my friends see me with you. Oh my god, they'll be so jealous!"
Susan felt smug. "Well then, let's go out and let them be jealous. Tonight, you can call me Susan," she said with a smile.
"Okay, Mom...Susan," Tommy replied. “Susan,” he repeated, as if afraid he’d forgotten.
Tommy hurried to the car, opened the door for his mother, and stepped aside to let her in.
As she settled into the seat, her short skirt rode up, exposing most of her thighs, drawing Tommy’s gaze. When he looked up, he saw his mother smiling at him. Good heavens, she saw me staring at her thighs, Tommy thought. How could I do that? He felt guilty.
As Tommy drove, he couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s legs. He felt his penis throbbing between her thighs, and suddenly, he felt very confused.
Susan’s thighs were exposed under her skirt. She tried to pull it down, but her seat was concave, and the skirt naturally rode up from her thighs, so she couldn’t cover them at all.
Tommy parked near the little Italian restaurant they occasionally frequented. The place was quiet and secluded, furnished entirely in a Mediterranean style. Red tablecloths covered the tables, and each table had a bottle of wine resting diagonally on a shelf, with a candle lit in the center. Someone was playing the violin.
Dinner was wonderful and very relaxing. Susan even had Tommy have two glasses of wine. Susan wanted him to feel more grown up. He definitely needed to build some confidence.
Susan drank much more than Tommy. She felt a little tipsy, but still comfortable and relaxed.
Tommy could chat freely with his mother. The alcohol made his tongue less stiff. And he didn't think it was a real date at all.
They were like a couple on a date, talking about school, friends, music, movies, and everything in between. Occasionally, Susan would give him advice on how to date girls—like waiting for his girlfriend to sit down before he did, and that he should go ahead and open the door for her when leaving a restaurant. She tried to be as gentle as possible. Unsurprisingly, Tommy didn't need much instruction. He was a natural gentleman, just like his father.
Before long, Tommy truly forgot that Susan was his mother.
Susan briefly forgot she was dating her son. He suddenly seemed to mature. As he chatted and laughed, the dim candlelight made his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. He's so handsome, she thought. Suddenly, Susan felt a slight tremor run through her body.
After dinner, Tommy helped Susan out of the restaurant. He hurried to open the car door.
Susan was slightly unsteady on her feet. She knew she shouldn't have drunk that last glass.
Tommy opened the car door and helped his mother into the car, trying his best not to look at her exposed thighs. However, it was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes were drawn to his mother's crotch. Although it was late and dark, the streetlights still illuminated her crotch. Tommy held his breath. His mother's legs were spread wide, exposing the tops of her stockings, then her smooth thighs, and then her private parts tightly bound by pale blue silk panties. One leg dangled outside the car for a moment.
Tommy stood there motionless, his eyes wide open.
“Um…shall we go see a movie?” Susan asked, noticing her son staring under her skirt again. Another shiver ran through her. At that moment, Susan wasn't sure if she had unconsciously spread her legs like that. She felt incredibly obscene tonight. It didn't matter, she thought. The alcohol made everything seem natural.
When Tommy saw his mother watching him, his shocked face turned bright red. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of his behavior. If he could do this to his mother, what would he do to a girl he actually dated? He couldn't help but wonder.
They bought water and popcorn and went into the theater, finding two seats in the back. The movie had been playing for a while, but there weren't many people. They were practically the only two in the theater.
It was a comedy, and they both enjoyed it very much. About halfway through the movie, Tommy carefully raised his arm and placed it on the back of his mother's seat. His arm rested against her shoulder.
Susan felt his arm and her body trembled slightly.
Just as they were laughing, Tommy put his arm around her shoulder, his hand hanging down. His mother, startled, sighed and leaned against him.
Susan chuckled inwardly at her son's boldness. She felt comfortable; she hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Suddenly, Tommy realized his fingers were touching her breast, exposed between her necklines. He could feel his heart begin to race.
Susan felt his fingers, but she didn't remove them, not wanting to spoil the moment. Besides, it was nothing, probably an accident, she told herself.
Tommy couldn't concentrate on the movie. His fingers, as if beyond his control, began to gently caress her breast. His movements were very, very subtle, almost imperceptible. But Tommy could feel it. He felt the heat from his fingers rubbing against her breast; it was almost scalding. Stop! he cried out to himself.
A moment later, Susan noticed the movement of his fingers. This was a provocative caress, arousing her emotions. Until she felt goosebumps rise on her chest, she thought it was an accident, and she knew she should stop him. However, she didn't want to embarrass him. He probably had no idea what he was doing. It was just a natural caress. But the tingling sensation she felt between her legs was anything but natural.
Tommy became bolder, his trembling fingers slipping under her blouse, his fingertips just barely touching the elastic neckline. There was no doubt this was no accident. He couldn't believe his own audacity.
Susan's breathing quickened. She wanted to stop him, but it had been a long time since anyone had touched her so tenderly. At that moment, her maternal responsibilities and her long-suppressed desires were locked in a fierce struggle.
Susan fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. Incredibly, she felt her panties slowly becoming damp. When Susan felt Tommy's hand about to slip further inside, she reached up and grabbed his hand, stopping him from moving. However, she didn't remove his hand; she simply pressed it tightly against her soft breast.
Tommy, relieved that he hadn't received a scolding from his mother, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she released his hand and reached for the popcorn beside her, she turned to the side, giving Tommy the opportunity to reach his hand inside her clothes again. By the time she stopped him, his hand was halfway in.
At this moment, Susan still didn't remove his hand from her body. Her heart raced.
Tommy felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Now his penis was very uncomfortable in his pants. He sat there shifting, trying to find a more comfortable position. Tommy couldn't reach between his legs to grab and rub his penis. Susan
gripped Tommy's trembling wrist tightly, knowing he was almost touching her nipple. In fact, his fingertips had already touched her areola. She could feel the hard, throbbing nipple. At this moment, her breathing was as heavy as Tommy's.
The two of them sat there motionless. As Susan's fingers relaxed, she felt Tommy's hand reach inside again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel his fingers caressing her numb areola. Then they parted and clamped her swollen nipple…
Suddenly, the theater lights came on.
Susan seemed to be struck by lightning, her body jerking violently from her seat. She yanked his hand away from her body. She sat there shakily, waiting for the few remaining people in the theater to leave. Finally, her legs gave way, and she stood up and walked towards the exit.
When they came out of the theater, Tommy had to follow behind his mother because he didn't want anyone to see his erect penis.
Susan followed behind, taking deep breaths. She wondered why he was following her. She glanced back and knew the problem with her young lover. She resisted looking at him a second time. Suddenly, she felt as if she were back in high school. She recalled many memories of Tommy's father.
They drove home quietly. Tommy couldn't believe what had just happened in the movie theater. It felt like a dream. Damn it, his hand was really on his mother's breast, and she hadn't even stopped him. But he still felt incredibly embarrassed, like he was being a vile jerk. His mother had been so good to him, being his girlfriend and accompanying him on dates, and this was how he repaid her.
Susan couldn't believe she had let it happen. She told herself again that it didn't matter. After all, her son needed to build some confidence, she made excuses for herself.
Tommy opened their front door, then stopped and turned to face his mother.
"Thank you, Mom… no, Susan, I… I… I… had a lot of fun," he stammered nervously.
"I had a lot of fun too, Tommy, you're a wonderful lover," Susan said sincerely.
Tommy stood nervously in front of his mother, his hands awkwardly at his sides. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her. Suppressing his impulsive feelings, he asked, "Um... um... um... on a first date... is it okay for a guy to kiss a girl on a first date?" Tommy blurted out nervously without thinking.
His heart started pounding again. His mother didn't answer him immediately, and he thought his request might be denied.
"Um... not on a first date, but because you've been so good, I can allow you to kiss me," Susan said, but inwardly she was screaming, "No! No!" The beautiful night, the date, and the wine made Susan completely give up any resistance to him.
Tommy's heart leaped. Good heavens, he was about to do what he'd always dreamed of. He was about to kiss his mother. Suddenly, he froze, motionless.
"What's wrong?" Susan said, her eyes closed, her heart pounding. This was a terrible mistake, she told herself.
"I really... um... you know, I... I... I don't know what to do."
"Come here," Susan said, offering her lips to her son.
His arms naturally wrapped around her back. His lips were stiff, and they pressed hard against his mother's soft lips.
"Wait," she said, pulling away from his kiss. "Don't kiss your girlfriend like that. Moisten your lips, relax them," Susan said in a motherly tone. But what she was doing was not what a mother should do.
Tommy moistened and relaxed his lips as his mother had instructed. He felt her offer her lips to him again. This time he relaxed and kissed his mother's soft lips. Suddenly, he was incredibly excited. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips felt incredibly soft, and he could smell her fragrant scent. His head began to spin.
Susan moaned as she slipped her tongue into her son's warm mouth. It was a purely natural reflex. She felt his tongue, and a shiver ran through her body. Susan immediately threw herself into a passionate kiss with her son. Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue. She was completely lost in that moment. She pulled away, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Is it better now?" Susan tried to say, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Great, let's do it again," Tommy blurted out boldly, pulling his mother into his arms.
Suddenly, Susan felt her son's erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. She thought to herself that she could still excite a young man, and she couldn't help but tremble with excitement. Wait, she cried out in her heart, this is my own son! She knew she had to stop it before she lost control.
“No! No!” Susan screamed. Then she realized her tone was too harsh and softened it. “A kiss on a first date is great. Don’t be so greedy,” Susan joked, pushing her son away.
“Annoying,” Tommy said with an innocent smile, trying to hide his excitement and disappointment. Then he became serious. “Mom, I had a lot of fun tonight. Can…can we go out together again, okay?”
“Hmm…if you make me happy, I think so,” Susan said, kissing his lips, and then they went inside.
That night, Tommy lay in bed, his hand clutching his penis, fantasizing about his mother. Before, he fantasized about pretty girls at school. Now, his mother occupied his entire mind. He could still feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest, her soft skin smooth. If they were in a movie theater, if the lights weren’t on, he would be kneading her hard nipples. Even now, he could still feel the softness of her lips kissing him, the teasing sensation of her tongue in his mouth. In just a few minutes, he reached orgasm, ejaculating all over his abdomen. He masturbated three times that night.
Meanwhile, Susan lay in bed, one hand kneading her breasts that Tommy had touched, while the other hand masturbated with three fingers. Her juices dripped continuously, soaking her fingers and the sheets beneath her. Then she suddenly burst into loud sobs. "Oh God, what have I done?" she wondered to herself.
Susan. Rhett cried herself to sleep.
2 The next morning, Tommy saw his mother sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee. He hesitated for a moment, then went over and poured her a cup. He sat down, holding the cup in both hands. The room suddenly became very, very quiet, an unsettling silence. A new day seemed to make everything different from before. They felt guilty about what had happened.
"Mom..."
"Tommy..."
they both spoke at the same time, then stopped, smiling at each other to avoid embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” Tommy said.
“Tommy… um… we… that… what happened last night…” Susan stammered.
“I… I… know, Mom,” Tommy interrupted his mother. “I’m sorry, I made everything so bad,” he said, almost crying, waiting for her to get angry.
Susan looked at him in surprise. “It’s not your fault, honey. It’s my fault. Let’s forget about it. It was probably because of that bottle of wine,” Susan said, trying to find an excuse. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much.”
“Then… then… um… can we go out together again?” Tommy asked hopefully.
“That doesn’t seem right.”
“I know,” Tommy said angrily. However, he was angry with himself. He got up and stormed out of the kitchen, tears welling in his eyes.
“Tommy!” Susan called after him. However, he had already rushed out of the kitchen. Now Susan was heartbroken. She thought she had made things worse, and she couldn’t control her emotions; tears streamed down her cheeks.
That evening, Susan gently knocked on Tommy's bedroom door. When she heard Tommy invite her in, she quietly opened the door. He was lying in bed reading a magazine. "Tommy, can we talk?" Susan asked, sitting down beside him, her face slightly tense.
"Of course," he replied, turning over, placing his hands behind his head, and staring at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, Tommy… I feel so sorry for… for what happened," Susan said with difficulty. "Tommy, I mean, we talked about going on a date this morning. I've been thinking about it all day, and I know it's entirely my fault. We're both lonely, and we both miss Dad so much." Suddenly, Susan stopped speaking, choked up, and then quickly burst into tears.
Tommy immediately got up and sat down next to his mother. He carefully pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him, and tears streamed down his face as well.
Although she felt comfortable in his arms, it only made her cry harder. All her emotions seemed to burst forth at that moment. Two years of lonely life, a new job, working hard to earn money—this was her reality.
After a while, her crying turned into sobbing. “Mom, I love you so much,” Tommy said sincerely.
Susan sat up and wiped her tears. “Tommy, I love you just as much as you do. We can’t be apart, maybe even more now than before.”
“Can we be honest with each other for a moment?” Tommy asked, seemingly more mature.
“Of course! We have to be honest with each other,” Susan said, wondering what he was going to
say. “You…you are a beautiful and sexy woman,” Tommy said, trying not to stutter. “I…you…um…damn it, and I’m just an easily excitable little boy. I apologize for what I did,” he rattled off without thinking, then laughed self-deprecatingly.
Susan frowned at him, then smiled slightly. Suddenly, they both burst into laughter, laughing so hard they almost fell off the bed. The situation seemed utterly absurd. Without much effort, their problem was solved.
When they calmed down, Susan turned to Tommy and said, "I'm ready to be your girlfriend anytime you want." Then she kissed him on the lips.
"Great! Our soccer team has a picnic next Sunday, and I need a girlfriend," Tommy said hopefully.
“Okay, it’s settled then.”
Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going very smoothly.
Tommy’s high school soccer team was holding a farewell party in the park for their graduation. They could bring their parents or girlfriends. Tommy didn’t plan to attend because he didn’t have a girlfriend. He knew those guys all had girlfriends. He figured they definitely wouldn’t bring their parents. Suddenly, everything was resolved. His mother would be his girlfriend.
3 A few days later.
That afternoon, Tommy was home alone. It was hot, and he had just finished mowing the weeds in his yard, so he decided to take a good shower. He went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and went straight into the glass-enclosed shower stall, carelessly forgetting to close the door. When the cool water first splashed on him, he felt a little cold, but his body quickly adjusted. The fine streams of water felt comfortable and refreshing. As he began to lather himself with soap, images of his mother flashed through his mind.
His penis instantly became fully erect. He lathered his genitals with soap, then closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and unconsciously began to stroke his large penis, fantasizing about his beautiful mother. He remembered how close he was to touching her nipples.
Susan didn't have much work to do today, so she decided to go home early. When she got home, she called out to Tommy. But she didn't hear him answer; she assumed he was asleep. She went upstairs to ask if he wanted to rent a movie and watch it with her at home tonight, but she couldn't find him. She came back downstairs and noticed the bathroom door was open. When she peeked inside, she was stunned by what she saw. Her eyes widened as she stared at her son in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, and one hand was stroking what she had never seen before. She had never seen another man's penis; she only knew that her son's penis was much larger than Bob's.
Susan shook her head, trying to leave, but her legs seemed to have a mind of their own and wouldn't move. She stared in astonishment at Tommy's long penis, feeling an intense excitement within her, and her vagina grew wet.
"Ah...suck," Tommy murmured, stroking his penis. His breathing quickened, and Susan realized he was about to ejaculate. His hand moved rapidly, producing copious amounts of soap suds that splattered down. "Oh...yes, yes, you're sucking my cock so well, Mom," he groaned. His long penis jerked violently, and a stream of semen shot from the glans, flying out of the shower and splashing onto the bathroom floor.
Susan watched her son climax, feeling as if she were about to faint. She could feel her vagina throbbing, her vaginal fluids flowing out and soaking her panties. She pressed her thighs together, grinding them, and one hand unconsciously began to knead her breasts. Tommy
suddenly opened his eyes. He was startled when he saw his mother. However, it was too late for him to stop ejaculating. He continued stroking his penis until his testicles were completely empty.
Susan was startled and quickly turned away.
About an hour later, Tommy came downstairs in shorts and a tank top. He was very nervous about his mother's reaction. He felt like a fool for being caught masturbating.
Susan stood by the sink when she heard Tommy walk into the kitchen. She was also troubled by the embarrassing incident. She knew it was normal for Tommy to do that. Every boy masturbates. But his words kept echoing in her head: "Oh...yes, yes, you suck my cock so well, Mom."
She turned to Tommy with a smile, her body trembling slightly.
"Hi, honey. Wait a minute, dinner will be ready soon." She masked her inner turmoil with a smile.
She looked at her son, her gaze lingering longer than usual, a hint of envy in her eyes. My God, he's so handsome, she thought. She felt her face burn as she recalled the image of him in the bathroom, stroking his erect penis.
Tommy was surprised to see his mother smiling at him. He had been bracing himself for a scolding. His tension eased. He sat down at the table. “What are we doing tonight?”
“You rent a movie, we’ll watch it tonight, okay? But not one of those violent ones.”
“Sure.”
Susan placed the food on the table and sat down to eat dinner with her son. She knew she couldn’t forget what happened in the bathroom. It could have a negative impact on him, she thought. They ate in silence until Susan figured out how to talk to her son. She knew she should resolve things in a lighthearted way. So she started by saying, “How about a shower?” She smiled at her son.
“What!” Tommy exclaimed.
“Please, Tommy, I think we should be honest with each other. I saw you doing that, and I should apologize. I didn’t know you were showering.”
“Um…um…but…I…” Tommy stammered.
“I know you were masturbating. All boys do it. We shouldn’t be so concerned about that. Okay?” Susan kept smiling, but these were the hardest words she had ever said. Now that it was out in the open, she felt a sudden sense of relief. She thought she didn’t have to tell him what she had heard him say while masturbating.
“Um…okay, Mom. Um…I apologize too. I’ll remember to close the door next time.”
“It’s okay. This is our home, we can do whatever we want,” Susan said. “You’re in the middle of a whirlwind right now, aren’t you?” Susan couldn’t help but laugh.
Tommy could only smile in response to his mother. He laughed along.
She then teased, “Did you clean the floor?”
“Mom…” Tommy called out embarrassedly, his face turning bright red.
“Just kidding.”
Tommy and his mother finished their meal and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll wash these dishes and then take a shower. Go to the video store and rent a movie; we’ll watch it together tonight.”
“Okay,” Tommy said, standing up and grabbing his car keys. Then he went to his mother, gently kissed her lips, and said, “I’ll be right back. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, darling. Be careful on the road.”
Susan finished washing the dishes and went into the bathroom to shower. As she stepped into the bathroom, she felt a little uneasy about what had happened. She was in the same bathroom where her son had masturbated. A strange feeling welled up inside her; it was as if she had caught it from her son, and she felt inexplicably excited. She suppressed the urge to masturbate and forced herself to finish her shower quickly.
Tommy went to the video store, picked out a drama his mother liked, and immediately drove home. As he went upstairs and passed his mother’s bedroom, he saw the door slightly ajar. He stopped and peeked through the crack in the door at his mother sitting on the bed, applying nail polish. She had a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. Tommy peered in and saw his mother get up and walk to the dressing table to look in the mirror. He was surprised; the towel around her body barely covered her bottom. Her legs looked long and her skin smooth. He stood quietly, watching his mother. Then she untied the towel from her head and used it to dry her wet hair. Tommy knew he shouldn't be spying on his mother, but he couldn't control his eyes.
Susan dried her hair almost completely with the towel, then took out a hairdryer and continued drying it.
She was blow-drying her hair while looking in the mirror. Suddenly, she saw a figure through the crack in her bedroom door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a surge of fear, but she immediately realized it was Tommy returning from renting movies. He was peeking through the crack, clearly spying on her. She thought about closing the door, but she knew it would embarrass him. Besides, they had agreed that she could be very free at home, and doing so would only make him think she was deceiving him. Susan continued blow-drying her hair, letting her son see her exposed body.
Tommy saw his mother put down the hairdryer, and just as he was about to leave, he saw her reach for the knot of the towel around her chest.
Suddenly, Susan felt her body tremble with excitement. Her hands trembled as she gripped the knot of the towel around her chest. This is crazy, she thought. But she still untied the towel, leaving it open for a second or two. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror; she knew Tommy could see her naked front. She slowly let it fall from behind her, feeling her nipples harden. Then she heard a soft gasp.
Tommy gasped softly. He froze, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked body. Her figure was absolutely stunning. Her large, firm breasts showed no signs of sagging. He shifted his gaze to her private parts. Through the sparse golden pubic hair, he could see her full vulva slightly parted, revealing a pinkish-red interior. At that moment, Tommy's penis was throbbing and swollen inside his underwear.
What Susan did next shocked her, perhaps even more than Tommy. She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. She slightly parted her legs, her buttocks raised.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, staring at his mother's beautiful buttocks. He looked between her legs, her full vulva fully revealed before him. He could even see the moist, glistening labia. He didn't know that his mother was already as aroused as he was.
Susan felt she had been bent over for a long time, but this time it was only a few seconds longer than usual. When she felt the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva, she knew she had to stand up. She slowly rose, still holding a small red thong in her hand. She bent down again, stepping inside and pulling the thong up to her waist.
The soft fabric felt comfortable against her skin, and it tightly bound her swollen, aroused vulva.
Somehow, Tommy left his mother's bedroom.
Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I couldn't stand it if he didn't leave," she thought to herself as she dressed.
She was wearing a nightgown that only covered half her thighs. She stopped as she was about to leave the room. She pulled up her skirt, took off her red thong, and tossed it onto the bed.
A moment later, Susan came to the living room. Tommy had already put the movie in the DVD player and prepared popcorn.
"Perfect, Mom," he said to her.
“There’s popcorn too! Great!”
“I even got you some wine,” Tommy said proudly, pointing to a bottle of wine chilled in the ice bucket.
“Thank you, honey!”
They turned off the lights and started watching a movie together.
Tommy didn’t like these kinds of movies, but he knew his mother did.
Susan sat on the sofa, while Tommy sat on the floor with his back against the sofa. About an hour later, Tommy told his mother he needed to use the bathroom. As he went upstairs and passed his mother’s bedroom, he stopped as if drawn by something. He saw a small red pair of panties lying on the bed. Good heavens, was she not wearing underwear?
A shocking question arose in his mind.
Tommy returned to the living room with a mystery in his mind. He wondered if what he was seeing under her skirt was what he imagined. When Tommy sat back down on the floor, he leaned slightly towards his mother so he could sneak a peek under her skirt. But he tried several times without success. Finally, he sighed in disappointment and decided to give up and stop hoping.
Susan sat on the sofa sipping her wine. She could tell that Tommy wanted to see under her skirt. She wanted to laugh, but she held it back, deliberately twisting her legs away from him so he couldn't see. She knew it was cruel to tease him like this, but she kept it up until she finished her wine. Then she leaned against the sofa armrest, bending her legs and placing her feet on the sofa. Her skirt now barely covered her buttocks.
Tommy saw out of the corner of his eye that his mother shifted her position. He glanced at her legs and saw her body move slightly again. He could now see the back of her thighs, but the skirt still concealed her private parts.
After a while, the room became quiet. Tommy turned and saw that his mother was asleep. He knew she fell asleep easily after drinking wine. Suddenly, a filthy thought flashed through his mind.
Tommy silently stood up and quietly sat down beside his mother. The ticking of the clock on the wall sounded loud to him. His heart began to pound, and he waited a moment to make sure she was asleep. He reached out and grabbed her skirt, then slowly pulled it down from her thighs. Tommy stopped when the skirt just revealed her buttocks. That was enough, he thought. Then he sat back down on the floor. He waited a moment before turning to look at his mother. He saw her vulva right in front of him, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. Although the room was dark, the fluorescent light from the television was enough for him to see her vulva clearly.
Susan seemed to moan softly in her sleep, and her body stirred slightly, causing the skirt to slide down a little further from her thighs. Then, one of her legs wiggled slightly, and the skirt slid down even further, almost gathering at her waist. She could feel a cool breeze on her private parts, and the thought of her vulva being exposed to her own son made her body tremble with excitement.
At this moment, Tommy saw everything. Her smooth, white buttocks shone brightly in the fluorescent light of the television. He could almost see her anus and pink labia minora nestled between her buttocks. Tommy disregarded the danger, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. He stared at his mother's vulva and began to masturbate.
All Susan could do was remain motionless, pretending to be asleep on the sofa. She could feel her son's eyes fixed on her vulva and knew that her juices were flowing out, dripping onto her thighs. She slowly opened her eyes a crack. When she saw Tommy masturbating with his penis in his hand, she immediately felt a sudden dizziness. She spread her legs wider, sliding her body downwards, making her private parts even more clearly visible. Her short skirt was now bunched up at her waist.
"Oh, God!" Tommy whispered. Now he could clearly see his mother's full vulva and brown anus. His hand moved rapidly up and down, about to reach orgasm. Tommy suddenly groaned and began to ejaculate. The first spurt of semen splashed onto the back of his mother's thighs, near her private parts. Seeing the scene before him, he became even more excited and ejaculated even more forcefully. Tommy was in the throes of orgasm and had no idea he needed to wipe the semen off his mother's legs before she woke up.
Susan hadn't seen what happened, but she knew from his groans that he had reached orgasm. Then, to her disbelief, Tommy ejaculated onto her thigh. She thought to herself that this was also a mini-orgasm.
When Tommy's testicles were empty, he awkwardly pulled up his shorts. He felt guilty again for not controlling himself; he shouldn't have had such lewd thoughts about his mother. He could see his semen dripping down her thighs. He thought, "Oh my god, what have I done?"
Just as Tommy was lost in thought, Susan stirred and opened her eyes.
"I must have fallen asleep," she said, stretching her arms and yawning.
“Um…yes, you only slept for a little while,” Tommy replied, his eyes fixed on his semen dripping down his mother’s legs.
Susan stood up, her legs wobbling so much she almost fell back down. She pretended to have just woken up. However, the real reason was excitement causing her brain to rush. She was perfectly aware of the Tommy semen sticking to her thighs. She kissed him goodnight and went back to her bedroom. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and reached behind her thighs, touching her son’s sticky secretions. Suddenly, she collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably. A sudden orgasm washed over her. After the orgasm subsided, she reached up and pulled her skirt up to her waist, masturbating until she was exhausted and fell asleep. The next morning, her skirt was bunched up at her waist, and Tommy’s dried semen was still on her thighs.
Tommy waited in the living room for his mother to come down so they could go to the state park together. When he got up in the morning and went into the kitchen for breakfast, he met his mother and noticed that she seemed to know nothing. She smiled sweetly at him and chatted as usual. He thought to himself that he hadn't been caught this time, but he'd have to be more careful about what he did to his mother next time.
Susan rationally considered what had happened. He was still a teenager, just beginning to experience sexuality. It was normal to fantasize about one's mother. But on the other hand, she had to admit that Tommy's actions had given her a strange feeling. She had to be careful in the future.
Susan came down the stairs wearing a sleeveless vest and tight shorts, and Tommy was shocked.
He could almost see her vulva protruding between her legs. She definitely wasn't wearing underwear, he thought, resisting the urge to look there. Tommy was also surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Susan's large breasts were firm and proud. She walked towards her son, and he could feel them swaying with her steps, and her hardened nipples protruded under her vest, as if they were about to burst out.
"Am I alright?" Susan asked, staring at Tommy's admiring expression.
“That’s wonderful, Mom, I won’t let anyone near you.”
Susan smiled at her son, Wan’er, took his arm, and walked out of the house together. His arm was close to her breast.
The park was very large, with many picnic tables, dense woods, and a very large lake where many people were paddling small boats. Susan and Bob often brought Tommy here to play when he was little, to swing him on the swings, and to play with him in the lake.
When they arrived, the park was crowded and noisy. Family and friends were all there. Tommy jumped out of the car and opened the door for his mother. They walked confidently and smilingly into the crowd.
Soon everyone present noticed Susan. The boys and their fathers drooled, while the women looked on with envy. As she got food for herself and her son, many men tried to strike up a conversation with Susan, but she refused them all, saying she already had company and pointing to her son standing not far away. Tommy smiled, nodding slightly smugly to the disappointed men, as if to say, "She's mine now, don't even think about it."
After everyone finished eating, they found their own activities; some played volleyball, some went boating, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Tommy and Susan took a blanket and climbed a small hill, finding a huge oak tree quite a distance from the crowd. Susan helped Tommy spread the blanket on the ground; she had drunk a little too much wine and began to sway.
The two sat on the blanket, watching the people below, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the early summer breeze.
Tommy reached out and hugged his mother, who nestled against him obediently. "I love you, Mom," he whispered.
"I love you too, Tommy," Susan said, turning to face him in his arms.
Tommy saw a tear in her eye.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Tommy asked with concern.
“Nothing, darling, it just feels so good, I suddenly feel like crying. Your father and I used to bring you here all the time. We used to sit under this oak tree. I haven’t felt this good since your father passed away. Thank you for always being there for me,” Susan said, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder.
“I will always be with you, Mom.”
As Tommy’s arms tightened around his mother, he realized his fingers were touching her breasts again. This time, he felt the part of her breasts peeking out from under the neckline of her vest. Tommy slowly moved his hand, feeling her soft breasts. He held his breath, waiting for her to stop him.
Susan sensed what Tommy was doing. But she didn’t want to stop him, so she let him gently caress her breasts. However, that familiar, wonderful feeling began to grow between her legs again. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she pressed her body completely against her son’s strong chest.
Tommy very slowly slipped his hand under her vest. He waited a long time, until she reached out and grabbed his hand like she would in the movie theater. When he realized she didn't intend to, he mustered his courage, opened his palm, and stroked upwards, placing his hand under her breast and slowly moving it upwards. When he grasped one of her breasts in his hand, his head spun. His penis throbbed inside his shorts. He felt her hard nipples burning his palm. A
loud scream pierced Susan's alcohol-numbed brain, wanting him to stop. But her restless crotch prevented it from escaping.
"Ah..." a soft moan.
Tommy thought he heard her moan. But no, it was her heavy, rhythmic breathing. He looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed. Her body was pressed against him, leading him to believe she might be asleep. His hand slowly withdrew from under her vest and rested on her warm abdomen. Tommy's hand continued to stroke upwards, and when he touched her bare skin, he felt as if he had been electrocuted; his semen was about to ejaculate into his pants. He took a deep breath, his hand flipping upwards to grasp his mother's breast entirely beneath his grasp. He waited for her reaction, which felt like an eternity. She didn't react, so he began to knead it. He gently lifted her full breast, feeling its softness and elasticity. He worried that she might wake up at any moment. At that moment
, Susan's brain was flushed, and she felt dizzy. She couldn't react immediately. She knew she should stop him, but she was controlled by her desire and the alcohol. Susan could feel her shorts starting to get wet, and she worried that her juices would flow.
Tommy became bolder. After kneading one breast, he moved on to the other. He slowly lowered his arm, letting her lie on her side in his arms, her back pressed against his throbbing penis. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that her eyes were still tightly closed. Then he shifted his gaze, staring at his hands playing with her breasts beneath her back.
Susan lay there as still as possible, letting her son play with her breasts. She could feel his erect penis pressing against her back, throbbing rhythmically. It felt enormous. She controlled her breathing, trying to shift her hips.
Tommy kneaded her breasts for a moment, then focused on her hard nipples. He suddenly remembered that the nipple in his hand was the one he had suckled as a baby. Suddenly, he wanted to see them. He slowly pulled her tank top up until a huge breast was exposed before him. His eyes widened, staring at the white, tender breasts and the hard, pink nipples. He reached out and gently grasped them, the white flesh squeezing out between his fingers, a sight that captivated him.
Susan had to stop him now. She shifted, feeling Tommy immediately withdraw his hand and pull her tank top back down. Then she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I must have fallen asleep. Sorry, I fall asleep easily when I drink. How long have I been asleep?”
“Hmm…not long.”
“Let’s walk,” Susan said, standing up. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and almost collapsed.
Tommy immediately stood up and helped her.
They walked hand in hand down a path from the hillside toward the lake. Tommy couldn’t hide the bulge in his crotch. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He shook his head, thinking he must have been dreaming.
Susan’s eyes kept glancing down, staring at her son’s crotch. Seeing his erect penis throbbing under his pants, she felt guilty.
Soon, they reached a small clearing by the lake.
“Let’s sit here, Mom.”
“Oh, no, you’ll get my shorts dirty.”
“Sit here,” Tommy said, taking off his shirt and spreading it on the ground. Now he stood beside her in shorts and sandals, his strong chest bare.
“Wow, you’ve got muscles,” Susan said, staring at her son’s pectoral muscles. As she sat down, she felt her swollen, excited vulva twitch.
"Training."
"You're great," Susan said, sitting on Tommy's shirt. She felt the seams of her shorts digging into her vulva, and she closed her eyes in pleasure.
"Thank you," Tommy said, sitting down beside his mother and pulling her into his arms.
They sat silently, watching the vast expanse of shimmering water. They could see small boats in the distance, like specks of water. They could hear the playful sounds of children. Everything was perfect.
"Mom," Tommy broke the silence, "um...um...can I kiss you again?"
Susan gasped, startled. She didn't answer immediately. However, she knew he would ask again later. She thought about how to politely refuse him without hurting his feelings. She considered many options, but none seemed to provide a perfect solution. She could still feel his hand caressing her breasts, and her excited vulva was still dripping with desire. She immediately stopped thinking about how to refuse him and said, "I think it's okay, but only this once, and never again."
Tommy's heart pounded. He nervously pulled his mother closer and brought his lips to hers. When their lips met, he excitedly pulled her into his arms. As soon as her lips parted, he impatiently thrust his tongue into her warm mouth. He could taste the wine-like aroma in her saliva. As soon as his tongue withdrew, his mother immediately slid her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, making her moan. They kissed passionately. Tommy again reached under his mother's vest and grabbed her breast.
This time Susan wasn't pretending to be asleep, but she still didn't stop him.
He grabbed her breast and couldn't help but groan. He pinched and kneaded her nipple, and his mother moaned softly, pressing her breast against his hand. They continued their passionate kiss, their lips almost swollen from kissing.
Finally, Susan pushed him away, panting heavily. “Tommy, we can’t do this, we…we…we have to stop.”
Her tone didn’t seem to be telling Tommy to stop. He pushed her to the ground, leaned over her, and kissed her again. Her weak resistance was futile. He had already pulled up her tank top, exposing her breasts, her sensitive nipples hardening immediately at the cool breeze. He stopped kissing, sat up, and looked down at his mother’s beautiful, full breasts.
“My God, they’re so beautiful,” Tommy said, leaning down as if to kiss them.
“No, Tommy, don’t,” Susan said, shoving Tommy away.
Tommy lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling with his breath, his eyes staring up at the sky. “I…
I’m such an idiot, Mom. I always mess things up. I’m sorry.”
Susan sat up, pulled her tank top back up, and looked at her son. She was furious at herself for losing control. It’s my fault, not Tommy’s, she thought. I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be led astray by him.
She stared at her son's strong chest, sighed, and looked down, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the bulge in his shorts.
"You're not an idiot, Tommy. You're the best son, I love you so, so much," Susan whispered, then moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest. Her face was pressed against his warm skin. She could feel his heart pounding. Slowly, she relaxed, placing her hands on his abdomen and stroking downwards. She was surprised by his well-defined abs, glancing at them with a start. When Susan's hands reached his belt, she paused, as if making a decision, then began to unbutton his shorts. Tommy
lay there motionless, incredibly excited, even more excited than in his dreams. "Mom," he whispered.
"Shh..." Susan shushed as she unbuttoned his shorts, then pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for a moment, then her hand trembled as she reached inside his shorts, grasping his erect penis.
"Oh..." he couldn't help but groan.
Susan pulled his erect penis from his shorts, exposing it to the bright sunlight. "Oh!"
she exclaimed, staring at her son's penis. The glans was swollen and engorged, and clear pre-ejaculate was seeping from the urethral opening. She felt his penis burning hot in her hand. As she began to stroke her son's penis up and down, she felt as if she were falling into a whirlpool, her body spinning and falling downwards.
Tommy shuddered; he felt his penis being forcefully stroked by his mother. A stream of clear pre-ejaculate dripped from the wet, sticky tip of the glans. Then she smeared the pre-ejaculate all over the glans, making it glisten in the sunlight. She gently stroked his penis, and he lost control, groaning in pleasure, and streams of pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening, dripping down and wetting her entire hand. Susan released his penis and slowly, tremblingly, placed her hand, covered in pre-ejaculate, to her lips. At that moment, a long, clear stream of pre-ejaculate connected Susan's mouth to her son's penis. She slowly lowered her head against his chest.
She wasn't… Tommy thought, feeling his mother's head move.
Susan knew how wrong, how crazy she was, but she didn't stop. She smeared his pre-ejaculate on her palms, then gripped his burning penis in her hand. Her head continued to move downwards, her eyes fixed on her hand, making it seem as if it weren't hers. This isn't real, she told herself. The penis she held in her hand wasn't her son's.
Suddenly, Tommy gasped, his hips thrusting upwards.
Susan gasped as a stream of white semen shot from the glans, powerfully splashing onto her face and neck. Facing the oncoming semen, she screamed with excitement, the semen dripping down her neck.
She immediately gripped her son's ejaculating penis again, stroking it vigorously, the semen splashing before her eyes, covering his chest and abdomen. The semen was right in front of her. Susan could smell it. Then, her body convulsed, and she squeezed her legs together tightly. She too reached orgasm, her body trembling uncontrollably with the rhythm of Tommy's ejaculation.
After a while, everything quieted down, except for the chirping of birds in the woods and the heavy breathing of the mother and son. Susan then raised her head, lying on her back, her chest rising and falling with her breath. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Oh God, what would I do if he didn't ejaculate?" she asked herself.
“I think we should go back,” Susan said, sitting up. She glanced down at his semen-stained abdomen and shuddered. She could feel the semen on her face cooling and beginning to dry.
“Mom, I…I’m sorry,” Tommy said, feeling ashamed that he hadn’t controlled himself and had ejaculated on her face. Tommy stared shyly at his mother’s wet cheeks and the trail of semen on her neck.
“Grab your shirt, let’s go.”
Tommy picked up his shirt, glancing hesitantly at his mother’s semen-stained cheeks and neck. “Would you like to wipe it off?” he asked, holding his shirt to his mother.
“No, I’m fine, don’t get your shirt dirty,” Susan said. She felt the semen running down her neck onto her breasts. It was a little unusual, but she liked it. She didn’t want to wipe it off. Bob often ejaculated on her face before, and Susan never wiped it off, letting it dry on its own.
They walked down the path, Susan swinging her hand, deliberately rubbing it against her son's. Looking straight ahead, she silently took his hand and held it tightly.
Tommy finally felt a sense of relief.
They walked hand in hand back to where they had been sitting. They gathered their blankets and belongings and silently drove home. Both mother and son were overwhelmed with thoughts.
Susan had been very busy this week. She had to work late and sometimes bring unfinished work home. Tommy had also been busy finishing his new school's soccer history materials, so they hadn't had time to talk about what happened at the park last weekend. They didn't know how to talk to each other, so they used the opportunity to reflect.
Susan felt guilty about what had happened. She felt as if she had defiled her son's innocence.
Tommy was worried that his mother would be angry with him for how their relationship had progressed. But she didn't seem angry, and their conversation at the meal seemed normal.
He felt incredibly childish for not controlling himself and ejaculating on her face. She wouldn't wipe the semen off her face and refused the shirt he offered her.
On Friday night, Tommy mustered the courage to ask his mother if she wanted to go out with him. But when Susan told him they should sit down and talk, he suddenly felt uneasy.
After a quiet dinner, Susan called Tommy to the living room.
What was bound to happen, Tommy thought.
Susan sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to Tommy, who was sitting opposite her. She took a deep breath and looked into her son's eyes. "Tommy, I feel terrible about what happened last weekend."
"Mom...I...I...um..." Tommy was interrupted.
"Let me say it," Susan said, taking her son's hands in hers. "I apologize for what happened at the lake. A mother shouldn't do that to her son. I drank too much, but that's no excuse. What I did wasn't what a mother should do. I...I..." Susan burst into tears.
“Mom, you haven’t done anything wrong. It’s all because of me, and I feel ashamed that you’re like this,” Tommy said, hugging his mother tightly.
Tommy held his mother for a long time, then suddenly felt he should tell her how he felt.
“Mom, no matter whose fault it was, I…I…I have to tell you, that was the best thing that ever happened to me,” Tommy said, reaching out to cup his mother’s tear-streaked face in his hands. “I will never, ever make you sad again…and I will never let you cry again.” Tommy could no longer hold back his tears.
“Oh, Tommy, I love you.”
Tommy gently kissed her lips. He straightened up, cupped her face in his hands, and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “I promise you, I will try harder to control myself,” he promised her.
“I will try harder to control myself too,” Susan said, a slight smile appearing on her face.
Tommy smiled back at her, jokingly saying, “But you must remember I’m still an easily excitable little boy.”
Susan frowned. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Tommy laughed along with her, they almost fell off their seats.
Tommy stopped laughing and smiled at his mother, "Shall we go on another date?"
"You're hopeless."
"I know. That's what you love about me. Let's go on another date, please!"
"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll behave," Susan said softly.
"I promise you," he replied cheerfully. "
Wait, let's make a deal."
"No problem, a hundred rules," Tommy replied, waiting for her to agree to all her terms. "Go on." "
I don't know, but the most important thing is that we have to control ourselves. Don't let things get any worse."
"You mean you're not going to teach me how to date girls anymore? "
Susan was silent for a moment. She knew she was in a very dangerous situation. At this moment, her rational mind strongly urged her to stop this agreement with her son. However, in the end, her emotions wouldn't prevail. She said, "No, I mean we have to stop right when we should stop." "No matter what you're doing, no matter how difficult it is, if I say stop, you stop immediately. Do you agree?" Susan felt a surge of excitement.
Tommy, upon hearing this, wanted to scream with joy. He wanted to rejoice. This was something he hadn't expected at all.
He calmed himself down, controlling his excited voice, and said, "That's enough. I'll follow your instructions completely. Shall we go out together tomorrow?"
Susan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tomorrow then."
The next evening, they went out for dinner together and then went home together. Tommy didn't ask to kiss her again, or do anything to her while she had drunk wine again. He behaved like a gentleman all evening, except that he wanted to look under Susan's skirt.
Whenever Susan's eyes met his, she would say, "Behave yourself." He was very proper from beginning to end, but she was a little disappointed.
The June evening was unusually chilly, so while Susan went upstairs to change, Tommy lit a fire in the fireplace. Then he went into the kitchen to get his mother a bottle of wine and an empty glass. He went back to get himself a can of Coke. Next, he turned on the CD player and played a soft song. He also lit several scented candles around the room.
He sat on the sofa, and then he saw Susan come down the stairs. She was wearing a sky-blue silk pajama top and blouse. The color of her clothes complemented her beautiful blue eyes. Tommy whistled and handed her a glass of wine.
“Dancing?” Tommy asked. “I’m not very good at dancing, but I learn quickly.”
“Great! But I imagine you can’t dance at all?” “
I don’t know anything,” Tommy smiled shyly.
“Well, I guess this is a good lesson for you,” Susan said, taking a quick sip of wine before setting the glass on the table. “Your father is incredibly slow, but he’s very hardworking, and just when he was almost there, he…” Susan’s voice choked. She stepped forward and pulled her son into her arms, resting her head on his shoulder.
After a moment, she realized she shouldn't dwell on the past. She looked up and smiled slightly at her son. "You really need a lesson," she teased. "The first thing you need to remember is not to step on your partner's feet."
"Ah, Mom, I know."
They danced for about an hour. Susan taught him how to hold his partner and how to move his feet smoothly. Tommy was clever; he grasped the knack of dancing very quickly. Finally, they got tired and sat down on the sofa together.
"That was great, Mom, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything, dear."
"Um... I... my friends often talk about things. You know, about girls. They... together... talk about... oral sex."
Oh, here we go again! Susan thought to herself.
"I... I... I'm just curious if girls really like that... um... tell me."
Tommy asked his mother directly, nervous and starting to stutter. Suddenly he stopped, his face turning bright red. “I…I’m sorry, Mom, I shouldn’t have asked you something like that.”
“Of course you can ask. I should teach you some other things too,” Susan said, suddenly feeling like a teacher.
Tommy relaxed at his mother’s answer, so he continued, half-jokingly, “I know a lot of girls who have done that, but do they really like it? I mean…you know, do they like eating those things?” His classmates at school often talked about this, and he was just curious to know if women really enjoyed doing that.
“Well…I think some girls do like it. Your dad and I…” Susan stopped, not wanting to reveal her private matters to her son. “I can be sure some girls really like it, but I can’t be sure if they all like eating those things. But I think it’s like if there’s a bottle of whiskey in front of you, you wouldn’t waste it, would you?” Susan paused for a moment to let him understand what she meant. Then she continued, “It’s the same principle, so of course they wouldn’t waste those delicious things, you know.”
“Really! I…I’ve seen it in movies, but I thought it was just for movies,” he said, shocked.
“But you have to remember that when men and women make love, it’s not all about the man and woman,” Susan said, almost angrily. Then her tone softened. “Men should willingly give women oral sex, and women should reciprocate in kind. A man who is good at oral sex will have many girlfriends.” Susan chuckled self-deprecatingly, her body trembling slightly, a small wave of pleasure washing over her.
Tommy sat there thinking, feeling his already erect penis begin to twitch. What he was hearing was too interesting. “Mom,” Tommy began, then hesitated and stopped.
“What is it?”
“Mom, you’ve already told me how to date girls, will you tell me… tell me… what you know about oral sex? I… I mean… how do those girls do it?” Tommy asked his mother, taking a great risk. He thought his mother would see right through him.
Susan sat there in silence for a while. She held her wine glass, her eyes fixed on the shimmering liquid. She felt a shiver run through her. “Tommy, I think your question goes against our agreement.”
“Really? I was just asking. Didn’t it hurt you?” Tommy said, pretending he was joking with his mother.
“No, not at all, but it reminds me of the past,” Susan said, placing her glass on the coffee table. She leaned against Tommy and cupped his head in her hands, bringing it to her lips. She thought about how this kiss had been going on all night. But Tommy was being too gentlemanly.
They embraced and kissed passionately for a long time. Finally, Susan felt Tommy’s hand on her breast through her silk nightgown. Susan thought it was time to stop. Then he grasped her soft breast, and Susan couldn’t help but open her lips and let out a soft moan to her son’s mouth. Then, to her surprise, Tommy reached up and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, unbuttoning it from top to bottom. Susan then opened her nightgown and pressed her naked body against her son. They breathed and moaned softly, mouth to mouth.
Finally, they separated, both panting heavily. At that moment, a flame of desire burned in Susan's eyes.
Tommy's eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on his mother's bare breasts. He lowered his head and kissed down her neck, feeling her hands gently cupping his face.
Susan cupped Tommy's face in her hands, her eyes fixed on him. Oh God, she thought, how could I refuse this boy? Her eyes remained fixed on him, her hand reaching down to his crotch, gently rubbing his penis. It throbbed and swelled in his trousers. Susan grabbed it, taking a breath to calm herself. She grasped his penis, feeling its immense size. A
loud protest raged within Susan's brain… Stop! Stop!
Just then, Tommy felt his mother's hand on his waist. His heart began to pound wildly.
Susan straightened up and unbuckled her son's shorts with both hands. Then, she slid off the sofa and sat on the floor between his legs, her top open in front of her son. She reached up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down. Tommy sat there, eyes wide, staring down at his mother.
"Could you lift yourself up a little?" Susan said.
Tommy snapped out of his daze, lifting his bottom off the sofa so his mother could pull his shorts down to his bare legs.
Susan sat up, taking another deep breath to calm herself. Now, her son was naked from the waist down, his erect penis throbbing in front of her. She paused deliberately for a moment. She didn't really want to see him ejaculate so quickly in the park. His penis looked incredibly beautiful, incredibly perfect. It was thicker and longer than his father's, the tangled blue veins clearly visible, a large, dazzling glans at the tip. Susan placed her hands on his thighs, slowly moving them toward his penis. She stared at his phallus in amazement. Slowly, she gently grasped it with both hands, as if it were a rare piece of porcelain.
Tommy groaned, his body shuddering.
“Don’t be nervous, I don’t want you to ejaculate so quickly again. A wonderful oral sex experience should be savored slowly,”
Susan said, guiding his engorged penis towards her mouth.
Tommy almost climaxed at his mother’s words. His body began to tremble.
Susan licked the glans with her tongue, then tasted his fluids; she found it delicious.
Tommy groaned again.
She licked the sensitive area along the lower edge of his glans with her wet tongue. Susan was very careful, afraid of stimulating him too much. From their experience at the park last weekend, she knew he ejaculated very quickly.
Susan took the glans into her mouth and gently sucked on it, then gently bit it with her teeth. Susan loved oral sex. She was the kind of woman who, she said, enjoyed eating semen. It was one of the things she liked to do with Tommy’s father. And she was very good at it. Tonight, she would use all her skills to give her son a wonderful orgasm, and then she would isolate him for a while, letting him suffer through that time.
Tommy watched in astonishment as his beautiful mother passionately sucked on his penis. She seemed lost in her own world. He watched her lick his penis with her tongue, then take the glans into her mouth. With each deep thrust of her penis into his mouth, he felt a pang of pleasure, almost moaning. Several times, as he trembled and neared orgasm, his mother would immediately grip the base of his penis tightly until he regained control. This was the most unbelievable sensation he had ever experienced.
Susan performed oral sex on him for about half an hour. She knew Tommy couldn't hold back much longer. In fact, it was she who couldn't hold back any longer. At this moment, she desperately wanted him to ejaculate; she wanted to taste his delicious semen. She hadn't tasted semen in a long time. Years ago, Susan had developed a liking for eating semen.
In this tense moment, Tommy longed to thrust his penis deep into his mother's mouth, but he remained seated, letting her guide him.
Susan straightened up, her hand gripping the base of his penis tightly, and licked the glans with her tongue.
She looked up at her son, seeing him still staring at her with wide eyes. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his glans. She quickly stroked his penis up and down a few times. This was enough to bring him to orgasm.
Tommy felt like his head was about to explode. He yelled loud enough for his neighbors to hear, his hips jerking off the sofa.
Susan was shocked by the force of his ejaculation. She looked up, but her mouth was still on his glans. The hot semen shot through her throat, instantly choking her. Before his second ejaculation, she quickly swallowed it. Wave after wave of semen poured into her mouth. She tried her best to swallow, but there was too much; some spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her son's testicles. Thick, white semen dripped from her chin, and Susan felt that familiar sensation return to her vagina. She swallowed another mouthful of semen and reached orgasm. Her vagina twitched and her body began to tremble. She paused for a moment, no longer swallowing his semen. As her mouth filled with semen, she immediately realized and swallowed the sticky substance in her mouth.
Tommy felt like he was about to die from pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense. He could hardly believe he was still alive, sitting on the sofa, ejaculating into his mother's mouth. And she was swallowing it! He could hear the straining sounds she made as she swallowed. Now he knew his mother was right; some girls did enjoy eating semen.
When Tommy had no more semen to ejaculate, Susan released his exhausted penis and licked the semen off his testicles with her tongue.
Tommy lay exhausted on the sofa. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's beautiful blue eyes looking at him. Her mouth and chin were covered in his thick, white semen, but she had swallowed almost all of it. Tommy couldn't help but reach down and lift his mother up.
Susan was surprised when Tommy kissed her. They shared a sweet, passionate kiss.
Tommy and his mother both realized that the boundaries between them had been crossed, and there was no going back. Susan just hoped her relationship with her son wouldn't progress any further. However, she knew it would be very difficult. After all, she was a woman, a woman with needs. She didn't know if he would be satisfied with just oral sex and wouldn't ask for anything more.
The next morning, she was putting on makeup in the bathroom, wearing only a bra and panties. It was Saturday, and she didn't have to go to work. She looked in the mirror and saw Tommy peeking at her through the slightly ajar door. She sighed and turned to face him.
Tommy smiled slightly and opened the door. "Good morning, Mom," he said, stepping into the bathroom.
"Good morning, darling." Susan gently kissed his lips, then turned back to continue putting on makeup.
Tommy stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She saw him staring at her naked body in the mirror. Her nipples, hidden beneath the thin bra, began to harden. Then she saw his hands slowly caress her from her abdomen upwards. As his hands touched her breasts through her skin, he nuzzled his cheek against her neck, then kissed her neck. She trembled and whispered, "Tommy." However, her words carried no warning, and she didn't make him stop.
Slowly, Tommy slipped his hands under her bra. "I want to see your breasts," he whispered.
His mother only let out a soft moan, and he mustered his courage to push up the bra, revealing her breasts. "Oh, God," he exclaimed when he saw his two enormous breasts exposed in the mirror. He immediately grabbed her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully.
"Tommy," Susan groaned, completely losing her will to resist. She could feel her son's erect penis pressing against her back. She took a deep breath and turned in Tommy's arms. She saw him smile slightly at her, then he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kissed her lips. Susan didn't let him kiss her; instead, she knelt down.
She eagerly unfastened his shorts and pulled them down. His erect penis sprang out and hit her face, causing Susan to cry out. He wasn't wearing underwear.
"Oh, Mom," he groaned as his mother took his penis into her mouth and began to suckle.
Tommy thrust his hips, pushing his penis deep into her throat. He saw her sucking his penis, her face beaming with pleasure. Tommy quickly reached his climax. "Mom," he hissed. She ignored him, and he called out again, "Mom!"
Susan, with her son's penis in her mouth, groaned and looked up at him.
"Mom...can I...breasts?"
Susan's eyes widened in surprise. Good heavens, he looked so much like his father. This was something he used to love doing to her. Susan slowly released the penis from her mouth. She looked up and smiled slightly at Tommy.
Then she kissed the head of his penis tenderly, then arched her back until his penis was nestled between her breasts. She reached behind her to unhook her bra and tossed it to the floor. Next, Susan grabbed a tube of face cream from the counter. Without a word, she squeezed some between her breasts, then pressed his penis between her breasts, squeezing them together.
“Oh…” Tommy groaned in pleasure, his penis feeling incredibly good as it was squeezed between her breasts.
He watched excitedly as she slid her breasts up and down, kissing the head as it slid in and out. Tommy knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. This was insane. He thrust rapidly, his penis moving in and out of his mother’s breasts so quickly she could no longer kiss the head.
Susan pressed her breasts together, gripping her son’s penis tightly, and looked up to see his blissful expression. Then she saw his face tense up; she knew he was about to climax and ejaculate.
“Oh my god, Mom… I’m going to… oh… I’m coming…” Suddenly, Tommy’s penis twitched, and a stream of semen shot into the air, splashing onto his mother’s chin and dripping down her chest. Then spurts of semen followed, all splashing onto her chest. As the ejaculation stopped, some semen remained, slowly dripping from his urethra.
When the last drop of semen was released, Tommy swayed and took a step back. He saw his mother looking at her semen-covered breasts. Then he saw her smear the sticky semen onto her skin.
Susan was completely absorbed in what she was doing. A few minutes later, realizing Tommy was watching her, she stood up. “I need to put on makeup now, so please give me some private time.”
“Um… okay.”
As soon as Tommy left, Susan immediately closed the door. She pulled down her panties and began masturbating with her semen-covered hands. She massaged her semen-covered breasts with her other hand until she reached a powerful orgasm.
Finally, Susan sighed, pulled up her panties, and put on her bra over her still-wet breasts. She was surprised that she didn't feel as guilty as before. It seemed that after each encounter with her son, she felt less guilty. This worried her.
The next evening, Susan and Tommy were invited to their neighbor's house for a graduation party. Susan found a low-cut black mini-dress to wear. The dress was revealing, so she had to wear a bra to prevent most of her breasts from being exposed.
As Tommy complained about wearing a bow tie, he saw his mother come down the stairs, and his mouth fell silent. His eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts. "Wow, Mom!" he exclaimed, unsure how to compliment his mother.
"Are you complimenting me?" she laughed. “Let’s go.”
Susan and Tommy walked down the street to Wilson’s house. The house was very large, with a circular driveway in front. In the backyard, nestled among trimmed hedges, was a very large, secluded swimming pool. It was the largest house in the neighborhood, and located on the edge of town.
Shirley Wilson greeted them at the door. She hugged Susan, then kissed Tommy on the cheek and invited them inside. Many people had already arrived. Soon, several women Susan knew called her over to chat. He was left to wander around on his own. He recognized some children, but not many adults. Several teenage girls approached Tommy to talk, but he only exchanged a few words with them. He kept an eye on his mother.
Occasionally, Susan would look around for Tommy. When she noticed him watching her, she smiled and gestured for him to go over to the girls. Tommy shook his head, indicating he didn’t want to go there, and she pouted angrily.
In the hour leading up to the party, Susan drank a great deal of wine. As soon as her glass was empty, someone would immediately refill it. Soon, she felt dizzy.
When she looked around for Tommy again, she saw him standing by the sliding glass door to the pool.
She saw him beckon her to come to him. Sensing something was wrong, she shook her head, indicating she wouldn't go, and smiled at him from the side. Every few minutes she glanced at him, and he gestured for her to come with him. Finally, she gave up and went to him.
"Let's go outside for some fresh air," Tommy said, leading his mother out through the glass door.
It was a beautiful moonlit night, and fireflies twinkled and chirped in the cloudless sky. Tommy and Susan walked along the sidewalk into the trimmed hedge. As they reached the innermost part, Tommy suddenly pulled his mother aside. He immediately pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"Tommy… mmm…" Susan groaned in protest. This was too dangerous, she thought. But she couldn't dissuade him; his tongue was already teasing her mouth. Soon, Susan gave up resisting, her body going limp in Tommy's strong embrace. She felt his hands stroking down her bare back, grasping her buttocks.
Tommy thrust his lower body towards her, letting her know he was very excited.
Susan moaned, offering her lower body to him.
"Mommy, I want that," Tommy gasped as their lips parted after a passionate kiss. "Every time I look at you, I have this urge to rush over and kiss you."
The kiss and the alcohol made Susan feel dizzy. She offered her lips again, this time their kiss lasting longer. When she teased his tongue into his mouth, he immediately sucked on it. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, and she moaned. He reached his hands under her bare back, kneading her soft, smooth buttocks forcefully.
Tommy pulled one hand back, touching Susan's bare thigh.
“Tommy,” Susan exclaimed, feeling his hand slowly stroking upwards from her thigh. Ignoring her own warnings, she slightly parted her legs. “Oh, God,” she murmured as his hand touched her genitals.
Tommy was thrilled when he first touched a woman's private parts. His fingers immediately began to explore the wet, swollen labia. Then, one of his fingers touched a small opening dripping with vaginal fluid.
“Tommy, Tommy, please,” Susan pleaded, as if begging him not to stop. “Oh…”
A long, pleasurable moan escaped her slightly upturned lips as his fingers slowly penetrated her.
Soon, Tommy's hand was soaked with his mother's vaginal fluid. He moved his fingers in and out, feeling the heat and smoothness inside. Just as she was about to resist, he inserted another finger into her vagina. He heard her moan again and felt her hips thrust downwards, pushing his two fingers deep inside her.
Susan couldn't hold back anymore. Her hips began to move up and down, her vagina stroking her son's fingers. She felt extremely dizzy. After a few moments, her body began to tremble.
Tommy was a little surprised that his mother was trembling. Suddenly, he realized she had reached orgasm under his fingers. He smiled slightly and forcefully thrust his two fingers in, making a loud "snap" sound in the unusually quiet night.
When Susan's trembling stopped, she almost collapsed into Tommy's arms.
Tommy looked over the fence and didn't see anyone else coming out of the house. He placed his hands on his mother's shoulders and gently pressed her down. "Suck me," he hissed as he pressed her to her knees.
Susan knelt on the cold grass, still feeling dizzy. “Tommy, this is insane,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire in the moonlight. And as she spoke, she unzipped his pants.
Tommy glanced over the fence again to make sure no one was coming out. He turned back and saw his mother grasping his large penis, opening her mouth to take it in. “Ah…” he couldn’t help but groan as his penis entered her mouth. The
fragrant scent of his penis also made Susan moan. She felt Tommy’s hands gripping her head. He was moving her head back and forth. Her hands were also stroking him, wanting him to ejaculate quickly.
Although the alcohol had made Susan’s head feel dizzy, she knew they were in danger and could be discovered at any moment.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Tommy was about to ejaculate into his mother’s mouth. But suddenly, he had another unusual, and rather obscene, idea. He pulled back, shoving his penis out of her mouth.
Susan looked up at him in surprise. Then she saw him pull the straps of her skirt and bra down from her arms. “What are you doing?” she whispered in fear.
Tommy didn’t answer; he continued to pull them down until her breasts fell out of the bra. He grabbed his penis, leaned towards her, and whispered excitedly, “Give me a handjob, let me ejaculate into your bra.”
“Oh, Tommy, no!” Susan cried out in protest. But she reached out and grabbed his penis, starting to stroke it. She stroked it rapidly, her fists becoming indistinguishable.
“Coming, coming,” Tommy groaned, his legs tensing.
Susan gasped for breath. She couldn't believe what she was doing was arousing her. When she heard Tommy about to ejaculate, she immediately aimed the head of her penis at one of the cups of her bra. She watched as the thick, white semen sprayed into her bra, and her body trembled. Several spurts of semen coated the inner pad of that cup, and Susan immediately aimed the head of her penis at the other cup. Soon, Tommy's thick semen flowed down and gathered in the middle of the bra.
Suddenly, a sound came from the other side of the house.
The sound grew closer, and Susan immediately pulled her skirt straps back up and pulled up her bra straps, tucking her breasts deeper into the wet bra. She couldn't help but moan as she felt Tommy's warm semen on her nipples. Then she helped Tommy put his penis back into his pants. Just as they stood up and stepped out from behind the fence, Shirley Wilson and one of her friends came up to them.
“Oh, I told you you were here,” Shirley said. “I told Meg I saw you and Tommy come out together.”
“Um…yes, Tommy and I came out for some fresh air.”
“Come with me, Meg and I have something to ask you.”
Tommy watched the two women and his mother leave. He smiled slightly. Good heavens, they almost found out!
He thought with alarm.
Susan followed them back into the house. She could feel the tips of her breasts as if they were soaked in her son’s semen, and the thought made her wet, soaking her panties. She could even smell the fragrance of semen, and she thought to herself, please, please don’t let anyone else smell it. Susan knew she had to get away from them as soon as possible and find a bathroom to release her rekindled desire.
8 After the party incident, Susan and Tommy gradually adapted to their new relationship. Susan still knew it was wrong, but she no longer blamed herself. She thought her son’s request to her was normal. This became their little secret.
Whenever one of them had a spare moment, they would immediately seek out the other. However, it always seemed to happen when Susan was putting on makeup; Tommy would come to her and start a conversation. It didn't take long for his intentions to become clear—he wanted more than just a casual chat. Susan rarely refused his advances.
Every morning, as Susan finished dressing and prepared for work, he would approach her with his erect penis. Without hesitation, she would take his penis into her mouth, and a moment later, she would swallow his semen. Many nights they would repeat this process. If they missed a session in the morning or evening, she would feel extremely disappointed. She felt as if she were addicted to consuming her son's semen.
About a week later, one morning, Susan had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. Just as she was taking her underwear out of the drawer, Tommy knocked on her bedroom door. Susan let him in.
"Good morning, Mom," Tommy greeted his mother cheerfully from his bed.
“Hello, darling.”
“What are we doing today?” Tommy asked, staring intently at his mother.
“There’s a lot of work to do in the yard, so I think we’d better stay home and finish it.”
“Well, annoying,” Tommy said, feigning annoyance.
Susan untied her bathrobe and pulled it to the floor, standing naked in front of Tommy without a trace of shame.
“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he said sincerely.
“Thank you,” Susan whispered. Now, standing naked before him, she felt no more embarrassment. As she bent down to put on her underwear, she saw his eyes fixed on her large breasts swaying beneath her. She slowly pulled up her shorts, enjoying the thrill of being stared at naked by a man. When the smooth underwear was up to her thighs, she turned her back to him. She heard him gasp. Beneath her shapely buttocks lay a full, alluring vulva, the pubic hair tufted together still damp and glistening.
Tommy's penis was already erect before he entered the house, but now it throbbed incessantly inside his tight underwear, as if trying to break free. As his mother went to get her bra, he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out.
This time it was Susan's turn to gasp, because as she turned around, she saw him gripping his erect penis. Each time she saw it, it seemed a little bigger than before. She stood motionless, swallowing hard, her bra in her hand, watching him slowly masturbate. In Susan's more than ten years of marriage, she had never seen her husband masturbate. Sometimes she asked him to masturbate in front of her, but he would refuse. He said it would embarrass him. Clearly, Tommy didn't have that problem as his father.
Tommy stared at his mother's face as she watched him masturbate. He felt an incredible excitement masturbating under her gaze. "Do you like watching me masturbate?" Tommy asked breathlessly.
Just as Susan was about to answer, her throat suddenly went dry. “I like it,” she choked out in a hoarse whisper.
“Then sit down and I’ll show you.”
Susan stepped back until she was seated, her eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy stood up and slowly took off his shirt. Then he unbuttoned his shorts, grabbing them with both hands to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned his back to his mother. Like he was performing a striptease, he slowly pulled his shorts down to his hips. Tommy and his mother were both utterly shocked by his audacity.
Susan sat there, mesmerized, watching her son undress before her. The last time she had seen Tommy completely naked was when he was just a child. And now, as Tommy pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off his body, standing naked before her, she thought he was no longer a child. She scrutinized his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and strong, his waist narrow, and his glutes were prominently muscular from regular soccer training. In fact, his glutes were the best part of his body. They looked firm and well-defined. His thighs were strong, without an ounce of excess fat. He would look amazing in a striptease, Susan thought.
Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was throbbing, and a long, clear stream of pre-ejaculate hung from the tip. Tommy began masturbating again. More pre-ejaculate gushed out, pulling a silvery line down to the floor. "Oh my god, Mom, I'm going to cum," he warned. His hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs tensed. Just as he was about to ejaculate, he grabbed the base of his penis with one hand and aimed it at his other. Suddenly, his penis twitched, and a large amount of semen shot out.
Susan watched with fascination and excitement as her son ejaculated into his own hand. She saw a patch of white semen on his palm, and more was seeping from between his fingers and around his hand. With a groan, Susan immediately knelt on the floor and licked up the semen that was spilling from his hand. As soon as Tommy finished ejaculating, Susan grabbed his semen-covered hand and poured it into her mouth.
In another similar incident, just as Susan was about to leave for work, her son caught up with her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.
“Tommy, I’m all done with my makeup,” she protested. But he ignored her and continued kissing her lips, then her face, then her neck.
“Suck it!” he commanded.
Susan groaned and immediately knelt before her son. She put down her briefcase and grasped his penis. She deftly licked the tip of his glans with her tongue, drawing the newly released pre-ejaculate into her mouth. The stimulation of her wet tongue on his sensitive glans made him groan softly. Then she took the entire glans into her mouth. She groaned softly as she moved her lips and sucked on the glans.
Tommy cupped his mother's face in his hands. He thrust his hips, and he could see his penis sliding beneath her cheek. He could feel it as she sucked it deep into her throat, his thumb pressing against her cheek. Susan sucked on
Tommy's penis until she felt him nearing orgasm. Just as she was about to swallow his semen, she felt his hands push against her shoulders. Surprisingly, she let him pull his penis out of her mouth, and she stood up. When he kissed her, she offered no further resistance. Her makeup could be touched up later.
As their bodies glued together, Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen. They pressed their genitals tightly against each other. She knew there would be a wet mark on the front of her skirt. She felt Tommy pull up her skirt, and her body trembled. However, as he grabbed his penis and thrust it between her legs, she could no longer remain silent and cried out, "Tommy, no!" Suddenly, she realized how lucky she was; she was wearing underwear. This was the only barrier preventing him from inserting his penis into her vagina. He made no further moves, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if she could stop Tommy from stopping.
"Oh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips back and forth, pumping his penis between her warm thighs. He could feel the head of his penis against her labia, and the crotch of her panties was quickly soaked with their juices.
When Susan realized Tommy was about to ejaculate, she pushed him away.
Tommy thought she was going to kneel down and suck his penis again. However, he was surprised to find her hand reaching down to her crotch, pulling the bottom of her panties to one side of her vulva. At that moment, Tommy thought his mother wanted him to insert his penis.
But Susan had no such intention. She grabbed Tommy's penis and tucked it between her wet crotch and her vulva. His penis was inserted into her panties at an odd angle. This caused Susan's labia to part, the slippery flesh gripping his penis, while the soft, soaked panties were neatly tucked underneath. Then she began thrusting her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen labia against his penis. She knew Tommy wouldn't last long.
After only a few strokes, he could no longer bear the waves of pleasure coursing through his body from his penis. He groaned, then his penis convulsed, ejaculating thick semen into her small red panties.
Susan then reached her climax. She felt her son's semen spray against her vulva, her legs trembled, and her body convulsed. If Tommy hadn't been holding her, she would have collapsed to the floor, exhausted.
When Tommy felt his mother stop trembling, he weakly took a step back.
Susan felt her vision blur. She swayed as she straightened up, leaning against the door. When she caught her breath, she shook her head. Good heavens, another step, she thought.
Tommy gave his mother a weak, slight smile. Then he shoved his limp penis back into his shorts and said, “Have a nice day.”
Susan picked up her briefcase and opened the door. As she stepped out, she felt a cool breeze on her wet crotch. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go back inside to dry herself, but decided to go to work like this. She felt so obscene that her body trembled. Susan left her vulva covered in her son’s semen and drove to the company alone.
One evening, Susan sat at her desk, still in her work clothes—a white top and a sky-blue skirt. She found herself thinking about her relationship with her son, a thought she often had. In the past few days, she had felt no guilt whatsoever. Their relationship had completely crossed the line she had imagined. So far, their boundaries had been limited to oral sex and masturbation. A sharp question lingered in her mind: how far would their relationship go? She was increasingly losing control of the situation. Every day, things progressed one step further.
It seemed that almost every time they were together, they never let their hands leave each other's bodies.
He would caress her, or kiss her, and that was how it started. And she would react, and they would lose control.
"Hello, Mom," Tommy said as he came in and sat down.
"Hello, Tommy. I thought you went to play football with John."
"I thought so, but he caught a cold, so our date was canceled."
"That's a shame."
"It's nothing. I prefer staying home with you."
Susan looked at him and shook her head. "What should I do with you?" she asked.
"Make love with me," he said with a smile, opening his arms to her.
Susan put down her pen and went over to sit on Tommy's lap. She gently kissed his lips and then snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt very safe in his embrace.
"Mom, you... um... we've already... done so much together..." Tommy stammered.
Susan remained silent, surprised and unsure of what he was trying to say.
“You said… well… you said a man… is selfish if he doesn’t reciprocate to his partner.”
Susan immediately knew what her son wanted. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. Then she knew it would take their relationship a huge step forward.
“You’ll teach me… teach me… to give you oral sex?”
Susan was silent for a long time. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
A huge struggle was raging in her mind. On one hand, they had already done so much, and their relationship was progressing well—how could she refuse him? On the other hand, she knew that if she agreed to his request, their relationship would take a whole new step. And she knew his mouth would give her incredible pleasure. There must be downsides. What would the consequences be? Who could tell me what to do?
“Don’t ask me, I… I don’t know, Tommy,” she said hesitantly. “Let me think about it.”
Tommy’s body trembled with excitement. Every time she said this, she would agree to his request after thinking it over. “That’s fine,” he said, his hand caressing her breast.
Susan could feel his erect penis pressing against her buttocks. She sighed and slid down from his lap, kneeling between his legs.
Tommy smiled slightly and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his engorged penis. As she grabbed it with both hands, he immediately grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away. He straightened up slightly and put the head of his penis into her mouth. He watched his mother perform oral sex on him for a while, then he stood up, his penis still in her mouth.
Susan straightened up, letting Tommy stand in front of her. She knew what he wanted to do; he grabbed her arms and began thrusting his hips. Tommy wanted to thrust his thick cock into her mouth, she thought.
As his penis plunged in, a groan escaped from her swollen lips.
Tommy released his mother's hands and grabbed her head. His hips thrust back and forth, while his mother gripped her breasts with both hands, sometimes kneading them forcefully, sometimes pinching her long nipples with her fingers. He heard his mother coughing as he fucked her, but she still moved her body forward, allowing his penis to penetrate her throat.
Somehow, Susan suddenly felt very submissive, a little unlike herself. But at this moment, this was exactly how she felt. She groaned, letting her son fuck her harder. Tommy's movements became faster, and saliva began to drip from the corners of her swollen, thin lips.
Tommy spread his legs, knees slightly bent, and thrust his hips rapidly, slamming his penis into her mouth. He gripped her hair with both hands, pumping violently. He felt an unprecedented surge of desire.
Soon, Tommy felt his testicles tighten. He was ready to ejaculate. Suddenly, Tommy pulled his penis away from his mother's mouth. He released his mother's hair, gripping the base of his penis. He didn't want to ejaculate. However, as he looked down, he saw her expectant expression, and he knew he couldn't control himself.
Susan's breathing became rapid. She knelt there, her eyes wide, watching her son's trembling penis, waiting.
As Tommy gripped the base of his penis tightly, he could feel his semen gushing out where his hand was. Suddenly, he roared and released the hand that was gripping his penis. His semen shot into the air above her head and then fell onto her hair. The second spurt of semen shot directly into her face, splattering her forehead and cheeks with sticky white semen. Then another spurt shot into her face.
Susan closed her eyes, clamping her thighs tightly together, and she too reached orgasm. As she felt her son's semen shooting into her face in spurts, her vagina throbbed with pleasure, reaching another orgasm. She faced the incoming semen, as if she were in a shower of semen.
Surprisingly, Tommy's orgasms seemed endless, semen dripping from her face, flowing onto her white top and skirt. Finally, his orgasm subsided, his legs gave way, and he slumped into a chair. Through his dazed eyes, he saw his mother wiping the semen from her face into her mouth.
10 The next morning, as they ate breakfast together, Tommy brought up his question again. "Mom, you said you would consider my request, have you thought it through?"
Susan looked at her son and smiled slightly. "We'll see later," she replied curtly. Susan had made up her mind, but she didn't want to tell him her answer yet. "
We'll talk about it later," Tommy thought, remembering his mother's words. That meant she agreed. He couldn't contain his joy and smiled.
Susan and Tommy decided to have dinner at their usual restaurant that evening. As usual, Tommy arrived early in the living room to wait for his mother. She came downstairs, wearing high heels and a very short skirt. However, she wore a black top with a row of buttons down the front, over a white shirt. Judging by her upper body alone, she looked like a teacher. But her skirt was far too revealing and sexy. Tommy found her outfit strange, but he said nothing.
When Susan got into the car, she pretended to unconsciously spread her legs, allowing her son a clear view of her pink panties and the white, smooth thighs peeking out from her stockings. Tommy had once boldly placed his hand on her thigh. He drove with one hand and with the other, he pushed up her skirt, glancing at her underwear. Susan let Tommy's hand wander down her thigh, but when he touched her underwear, she stopped him, afraid he'd be distracted while driving. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, gently telling him to focus on driving.
Susan and Tommy went inside the restaurant and sat at a table that was special to them, a very secluded spot. They chatted while waiting for the waitress to take their order. When the waitress left, Susan said she needed to use the restroom. A few minutes later, she returned and stood next to Tommy. She held out her fist, gesturing for Tommy to open his hand; she had something for him. Susan placed something in his palm, then turned and sat back down.
Tommy frowned at his mother, then opened his hand. When he saw it was the pink underwear, he felt his penis twitch and instantly swell in his pants. It was his mother's underwear. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the waitress out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately slipped his hand, which had been clutching his mother's underwear, under the table. He didn't know if the waitress had seen what he was holding, but he knew his face was burning red. He then saw his mother sitting there, watching his awkward situation with a forced smile.
After the waitress put down their food and turned to leave, Tommy pulled his hand from under the table to the surface. He looked at the small pair of underwear and noticed a wet patch on the crotch. Without hesitation, he brought the wet patch to his nose, took a deep breath, and kept his eyes fixed on his mother.
At that moment, Susan saw Tommy bring the wet patch of her underwear to his nose and inhale, and she was shocked.
He kissed the wet patch, then stuck out his tongue and licked it from one end to the other.
Susan shuddered, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
Tommy's penis was now fully erect. This was the first time he had tasted his mother's vaginal fluid. Reluctantly, he put his mother's underwear into his shirt pocket, his hands trembling. Then he reached down and adjusted his penis, finding it slightly more comfortable against his pants.
Susan suddenly realized Tommy was retaliating for her earlier teasing. However, Susan had other plans.
During the meal, Tommy and Susan ate in silence, neither uttering a sound, only gazing deeply into each other's eyes. About halfway through, Tommy noticed his mother looking around. Susan checked that no one was around, and she reached to unbutton her shirt. Tommy assumed she was hot and wanted to take it off. She unbuttoned it all and pulled her shirt aside. Tommy was shocked; he saw that the shirt she was wearing underneath was completely transparent. He could clearly see his mother's firm breasts and those alluring pink nipples. Tommy
felt he couldn't eat any more dinner. Thinking of his mother sitting across from him, completely naked under her clothes, he thought he might very well fulfill his desire tonight.
“Mom, shall we go?” Tommy asked, having only eaten half his meal.
“I think that’s a good suggestion, and I guess I still owe you a lesson.”
Tommy’s penis twitched in his pants, and he jumped up, almost dragging his mother out of the restaurant.
On their drive home, Susan took off her top, sitting next to her son in only her see-through blouse. Tommy was extremely excited, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.
Susan knew it was dangerous to tease him while he was driving. But she had spent the whole day thinking about how to surprise her son that night, and he was indeed surprised, but what she had done had also aroused her now.
As Tommy hurried home, he suddenly found the speed limit incredibly annoying. When he parked near his house, he immediately jumped out of the car and ran to open the door for his mother. As Susan turned to get out, her vulva was exposed right in front of him. He was shocked, his eyes wide open; she had no pubic hair. Her golden pubic hair was neatly shaved, and her vulva looked smooth. Tommy stood there motionless, staring between his mother's legs. His heart was pounding so hard he felt she could hear it.
Susan had decided to shave when Tommy performed oral sex on her. His father liked it when she shaved. She got out of the car and stood in front of him, giving him a slight smile. "What's wrong, darling?" she asked, knowing exactly what was wrong with him. Her slight smile showed she had the upper hand this time.
"Um... um... nothing," he said with difficulty.
Susan turned and walked toward their house, still smiling.
Tommy stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly realized he was standing alone on the side of the road. He hurried after his mother and they went back to their cozy home.
"Tommy, get me a glass of wine and bring it to the living room," Susan said, turning and going into the living room.
Tommy hurriedly took out the wine, his hands trembling so badly as he poured it into the glass that it nearly slipped from his grasp. He steadied the glass with both hands and placed it back in the living room. He saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Tommy's hands trembled as he handed her the glass, the wine almost overflowing. He didn't notice that his mother's hands were also trembling.
Susan took a large sip of wine and patted the spot next to her.
Tommy sat down without a sound. He was afraid his throat would suddenly become hoarse and he wouldn't be able to speak.
Susan sighed and said, "Tommy, this is important to us. I know you really want... well...
to give me oral sex, and you've wanted it for a long time. To be honest, I want it just as much as you do. That's one of the reasons I miss your father. He was so, so good. Your father... your father and I used to do it all the time. And our first time was on the sofa, and at his mother's house. It was crazy, your father's parents, your grandparents, were sleeping next door. We did so many crazy things," she added, her eyes becoming misty, and she stopped talking.
Tommy reached out and took his mother's hand, sitting silently, waiting for her to continue.
"Tommy, sometimes I'm so confused. I know what we're doing is wrong, but… but I can't resist you. It's very dangerous for us. Those things are unbelievable."
"Mom… um… then we don't have to do those things."
"Shh…" Susan shushed him and placed her fingers over his lips.
Susan stood up in front of Tommy and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She shrugged, sliding it off her shoulder, then stopped, letting Tommy stare at her large breasts, almost touching his face.
Tommy could see she was very excited; her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. His breathing quickened as well.
Slowly, Susan pulled her skirt up from her thighs. When it was level with her hips, she paused for a moment, deliberately teasing Tommy. Then, she pulled him up to her waist, followed by an excited moan.
Tommy gasped. He had never been so excited. His mother's wet, swollen, excited vulva was displayed before him. Her pubic area was completely hairless. The vulva was smooth and glistening, while the labia minora were turned outwards, clinging to long strips of vaginal fluid, trembling as if about to spill onto the floor. The tops of her nylon stockings at the base of her thighs were already wet with vaginal fluid, looking glistening.
When Susan saw Tommy try to grab her, she pushed him away. "Wait a minute," she said, turning to a chair. She kicked off her high heels and pulled her skirt up to her waist, then plopped down on the chair. Next, she lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests of the sofa, obscenely exposing her vulva to Tommy.
Susan beckoned to her son with a finger, panting, "I think this position is best for you kneeling before me."
Tommy jumped up and pounced on his mother, his eyes fixed on her vulva.
“Take your clothes off first.”
Susan watched Tommy strip off his clothes at record speed, then toss them carelessly onto the floor. Then she looked at her son’s naked body. Her gaze traveled from top to bottom, finally settling on his throbbing penis. God, he’ll drive his woman crazy someday, she thought.
Tommy knelt between Susan’s legs and brought his mouth to her swollen, dripping vulva. His hands trembled as he placed them on her thighs, forcefully spreading them apart, and buried his head inside.
“Wait, darling,” Susan said, placing her hands on her son’s shoulders and pushing him back.
“You need to learn about women’s bodies before you give me oral sex,” Susan said, emphasizing the word “oral sex.”
Tommy knelt on his heels, watching his mother spread her legs even wider. His eyes widened as his mother parted her pink labia with her fingers. Tommy felt saliva dripping from his mouth. He could smell an exciting aroma, and he saw her vaginal fluids flowing from her open vulva.
“Do you see this little bump?” Susan said, pointing to her clitoris. “It’s the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. It’s very sensitive, you have to touch it gently. I’ll tell you more later, teach you how to stimulate it. Below are the labia majora, and inside are the labia minora.” She gently pulled the labia minora apart, letting him know how soft they were.
“The labia majora aren’t very sensitive, you can press them a little harder. But this,” Susan said, twirling the labia minora with her fingers, “is very sensitive. You see, they get very wet when I’m aroused.” She tried to control her emotions, explaining to him in a normal tone. But inside, desire was burning. From her son’s surprised and excited gaze, she knew he was just as excited as she was.
Tommy saw his mother’s vulva was drooling, all from the flowing vaginal fluids that had gathered there.
As he waited for her to give him oral sex, he could feel his penis secreting fluid. He gasped for breath, as if he were suffocating. He felt extremely dizzy, as if he were falling from a very high mountain.
"That little fleshy hole inside is where the penis goes in, but it prefers to be stimulated by the tongue." Susan felt her breathing becoming labored as she continued to explain to her son with difficulty. "Oh..." She touched her sensitive clitoris with her finger, causing her to involuntarily groan. "I... I didn't tell you before, this... this is the clitoris," Susan said in a trembling voice, spreading her labia wide with her hands to let the little fleshy bump peek out, her hands trembling with excitement.
Tommy's gaze was fixed on where his mother was talking. He stared fascinated at the little fleshy bump, bulging out, like a miniature version of the glans penis.
“The clitoris…it’s…very sensitive. When I’m aroused, even the slightest touch is unbearable. It’s completely swollen now. You have to touch it very gently,” Susan said frantically.
Tommy had learned most of this in high school biology class. But back then, all the boys treated it as a joke, and no one paid attention. Now, his mother was explaining it to him with her own body, and he felt incredibly excited. Tommy’s eyes never left her vulva. Then he saw her tease her labia with a finger.
“Oh…God!” Susan moaned with her eyes closed in pleasure.
He watched in astonishment as she inserted a finger into her vulva. Then another, and then a third, all the way in. When Susan pulled them out, they were wet and covered in her vaginal fluid.
Susan’s hand trembled as she reached out to her son.
Tommy put all three fingers in his mouth and sucked on them hard. The scent was different from the one he'd tasted on her panties before; it was stronger and more fragrant.
"I want you to lick me right now, Tommy," Susan said hoarsely, pointing to her vulva. "It's time you practice. I want you to lick my cunt. I want your tongue so much, please, please, lick it for me," Susan screamed, no longer holding back.
Tommy immediately leaned forward, his mouth almost touching her labia.
Susan cupped his head in her hands, trying to press it against her crotch.
Tommy resisted; they were both in unbearable agony. His face was right in front of her dripping vulva; he breathed deeply, amazed by the scent that excited him. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked her smooth labia. Tommy heard his mother groan; this was the first time he'd ever tried licking a woman's vulva. Then he withdrew his tongue and smacked it in his mouth.
Susan watched her son taste her vaginal fluids, and a surge of excitement coursed through her, causing her to moan softly. She grabbed his head again, completely consumed by her desire. "Gently, gently, lick the outside first," she instructed, manipulating his head with both hands.
Tommy let his mother manipulate his head, his tongue darting outwards, licking her vulva under her guidance. Suddenly, he was surprised why his friends always talked about this during training. He thought it was something wonderful and private; how could they treat it so lightly? He knew he would love it deeply from now on.
As Tommy's tongue and mouth became more skilled, Susan no longer needed to control his head. He took her vulva into his mouth, sucking her swollen labia. Then he gently bit them with his teeth, followed by licking the folds with his tongue.
"Oh…good, good, suck them, suck my cunt. Oh, God, I can't take it anymore. Suck, suck harder," Susan screamed frantically. Then, she writhed her hips, welcoming his tongue's licking. She lifted his head slightly, his tongue touching her clitoris. She lifted her legs, clamping them tightly around his neck, pressing his mouth against her vulva.
She endured the pleasurable torment with difficulty. Suddenly, she let out a long moan, reaching orgasm. The intense climax swept through her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and scream loudly. She gripped the poor boy's head tightly, her convulsing vulva pressing against his nose and mouth, almost suffocating him.
Tommy didn't care. His face was submerged in his mother's vaginal fluid. Her labia were deformed, pressing against his face, the fluid flowing from his forehead to his chin. It almost felt as if his face had been washed in her vaginal fluid.
"Oh...oh...oh, God! Tommy..." Susan's hips arched, her back arching in the chair.
Tommy was pleased to see his mother enjoying himself so much. He plunged his tongue deep into her convulsing vagina, where it was immediately gripped tightly by the smooth vaginal walls.
Susan's orgasms continued relentlessly. Each time she thought her orgasm was about to end, Tommy's tongue would stir inside her vagina, bringing her to another climax. She felt her heart pounding, her breathing becoming labored, and she felt herself about to faint.
Finally, after a few shudders, Susan's orgasms subsided. At this point, she had to push his head away from her sensitive vulva. She had never experienced such a prolonged and wonderful orgasm. She felt as if her body was falling apart. She slumped into the chair, her legs still wrapped around his neck. She looked at her son and saw him kneeling there, grinning. Tommy's face was covered in her fluids.
"Oh my god, I almost forgot how wonderful this felt," Susan gasped as her breath caught in her throat. "Tommy, you just gave me the most wonderful orgasm ever. Thank you... thank you, you did a great job. I love you," he said, gazing deeply into her eyes.
Tommy knelt at his heels, a smile on his face.
“Come here, let me serve you,” Susan said, pulling Tommy up.
Tommy leaped up, standing beside his mother, holding his engorged penis to her lips.
“My God, your cock is so cute,” Susan murmured, holding her son’s penis in front of her eyes.
She gripped Tommy’s penis tightly, feeling his wildly pounding heartbeat through it. As she squeezed her hand, she saw a large drop of clear fluid gush from the urethral opening, then drip from the glans, meandering down her fingers. She closed her eyes and took the glans into her mouth. As her lips enveloped the swollen glans, she and Tommy simultaneously let out a groan of pleasure. She swallowed again, the glans fully inside her mouth. She held it there, sucking only on the glans. Susan’s saliva made it feel as if his glans was soaking in a hot spring. She excitedly sucked on Tommy's penis, almost forgetting his presence.
Suddenly, she realized that the penis that excited her so much belonged to her son. She spat it out of her mouth, looked up at him, and whispered, "I want to suck your cock, Tommy. Your mother wants to suck all the semen out of your testicles. Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want your mother to eat all that delicious semen? Tell me, tell me you want me to suck your cock until you ejaculate in my mouth."
"I want to, I want to, please, suck it again, please, hurry," Tommy pleaded.
She took his penis deep into her mouth again and sucked loudly, deliberately letting him hear, letting him know how much she enjoyed giving him oral sex.
Tommy couldn't take it anymore. His body trembled, and he felt like his head was about to explode. His body tensed, and his hips thrust forward. As his penis twitched in her mouth, he felt the semen in his testicles gush out like a flood bursting a dam, a torrent of semen surging against his penis, making it feel even thicker.
This time, Susan was prepared. She pulled his penis out slightly, so the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth, not her throat. Suddenly, her son's penis, like a fire hose, gushed out thick streams of semen, flooding her mouth. Susan felt a spurt and immediately swallowed. Her hands continued to move rapidly up and down, trying to suck out as much semen as possible.
Incredibly, her son ejaculating in her mouth excited her immensely. Susan felt her vagina twitch, her body trembling as she reached a small orgasm.
Finally, the flow of semen slowly stopped. Susan continued to suck hard, trying to draw out the remaining semen.
Tommy pushed his mother away, stumbled back onto the sofa, and collapsed, panting heavily. He saw his mother still kneeling, smiling as she watched him. There wasn't a drop of semen on her face. She had swallowed it all.
This night, for this mother and son, would be etched in their memories for a lifetime.
A few weeks later, Susan and Tommy continued their ambiguous relationship. Susan no longer hesitated. And she took it for granted that what they were doing was harmless, since they weren't actually having sex. However, she knew in her heart it wasn't what she imagined.
Susan continued to teach Tommy how to understand a woman, when she wanted what, and when she needed what. She knew he would drive his wife crazy someday. She showed him how to caress and kiss a woman's breasts. She also pointed out that many erogenous zones on a woman's body were neglected by men, like the back of the knees and the armpits. She also told him that women sometimes needed their lovers to be a little violent, but most of the time they needed gentleness and tenderness.
Tommy listened attentively to his mother's explanations, asking her questions when he didn't understand. He longed to understand this; he wanted to give his mother the most wonderful orgasms. At this moment, he had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with his mother.
Susan knew perfectly well that she could see the affection in his eyes. It was obvious he wanted to take things further. However, she couldn't accept it emotionally yet. Yet, she knew she was only fooling herself; their relationship far exceeded what a normal mother-son relationship should be.
Every night, Susan and Tommy would explore oral sex together. But they stopped this week. Susan's company had landed a big project, and she had to travel between several important people. So she was stressed and exhausted all week, and didn't contact Tommy until the weekend.
Tommy understood her, enduring his strong desire until the weekend. Tonight, he planned something. Just tonight, he thought. Tommy couldn't wait any longer.
While Susan showered, Tommy prepared everything. He placed a Scrabble board on the floor, next to an ice bucket containing a bottle of Susan's favorite wine. Tommy sat on the floor and saw his mother come down the stairs, wearing a long nightgown. As she entered the living room, he noticed she wasn't wearing makeup, and her hair was still wet.

********** ... Somehow, she looked even more beautiful tonight, without makeup, without wearing anything sexy, and with her hair still wet.
This was too risky; she wondered if she could maintain the last line between herself and her son.
She and Tommy played Scrabble and chatted, having a great time. Susan felt the tension from work disappear. No matter how stressed or tired she was, Tommy always helped her relax.
She sat on the floor looking at her son. He was growing so fast. Soon he would have his own children. Susan sighed, imagining Tommy as a father, playing with his children. She thought he would be a good father and a good husband. A sense of pride welled up inside her.
“Um… Mom, it’s your turn,” Tommy said.
“Oh… sorry. I got distracted. Let’s stop here for tonight.”
“Okay. Shall I give you a shoulder massage?”
“Sure!”
Tommy moved the Scrabble board aside and knelt behind his mother. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them vigorously. “Wow, your shoulder muscles are so tight.”
“Mmm… I know. You’re massaging me so nicely, darling,” Susan said, relaxing as he vigorously massaged her.
“I’ll massage your shoulders directly,” Tommy said, pulling down her soft nightgown to expose her shoulders. Her shoulders looked so exciting, Tommy thought, as his hands continued massaging.
“Oh, Tommy, that’s so nice!”
Soon, Susan felt very relaxed; she felt like she was about to fall asleep. Her body swayed slightly back and forth with his hands. Then, she felt Tommy’s hands move down from her shoulders, gradually touching her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly. She leaned back against him, letting his hands grasp her full breasts.
Tommy wasted no more time, grabbing both breasts with his hands. He looked down at Susan’s hands as they massaged her breasts as he did her shoulders. But these weren’t tense muscles; they were soft and elastic breasts.
Under his skillful kneading, Susan quickly moaned. She felt his fingers pinch her nipples. Then he pulled them upwards, lifting her breasts along with them. She groaned and quickly thrust her chest towards his fingers. Susan's nipples were always very sensitive, as if a nerve led to her vulva. She tightly clamped her legs together, her body trembling uncontrollably. After
a while, Tommy got up and turned off all the lights, leaving only a soft lamp. Then he took several pillows from the sofa. He stretched out an arm and tightly embraced his mother, pressing their chests together. They slowly lay down together. In this perfect moment, Tommy rolled over, pinning his mother beneath him, and kissed her. This was the most passionate of their passionate kisses.
As their kisses grew more intense, their bodies slowly heated up. This led Tommy to unbuckle the belt of her nightgown, removing it to reveal her curves—everything looked so natural, not abrupt. Tommy stared in amazement at the body before him. It seemed that with each glance, it grew more beautiful.
Tommy knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. This was the best proof of what she had taught him; she couldn't resist his teasing. He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He then licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the rim.
He gently kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He then licked her ear, leaving a wet trail along the rim. Tommy knew all of his mother's erogenous zones. Now she was unbearably aroused, her body writhing beneath him. What he was doing now was exactly what she had taught him.
"I love you, Mom," Tommy whispered, kissing her as he moved down her neck. His tongue lightly touched her skin, slowly sliding down to her full breasts. He kissed gently from the base of her breasts to the peaks, but then, gentleness was no longer needed. He immediately took the already waiting nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, while his fingers ravaged and tormented her other nipple.
Next, Tommy's tongue licked down to her abdomen.
Tommy knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He kissed her soft, trembling thighs, slowly moving towards her vulva. He knew she wanted him to kiss and suckle there, but he hesitated. Instead, he moved back and kissed her all the way down to her toes. He also took them into his mouth and sucked, watching her face, knowing her endurance had reached its limit.
Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible, then stopped, looking down at her twitching vulva. He was sure she had just shaved. Her full, white vulva was displayed before him. Tommy almost drooled. With a groan, he brought his head to her crotch.
“Oh, God, Tommy, ah… ah…” Susan moaned, feeling his tongue licking and teasing her vulva. With a little more force, his tongue would have slipped inside her labia, touching her sensitive labia minora.
But it just brushed past the outside.
Tommy straightened up and smiled slightly at his mother. He saw a pleading look in her eyes.
He gently parted her vulva, revealing her trembling clitoris. He lowered his head and breathed hot air onto the little fleshy bud, seeing it twitch.
“Oh, God, Tommy, please,” she pleaded.
Tommy didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up against her chest, exposing her entire vulva to him. He could see her anus twitching, as if winking at him. His mother had never told him anything about this place. Suddenly, he felt an urge to kiss it. He immediately lowered his head, and before she could stop him, he kissed the little opening with his lips, feeling it contract inward.
“Oh my God, Tommy,” Susan screamed as she felt his tongue teasing her anus. “Tommy…Tommy…what are you doing?” she cried out.
Tommy seemed not to hear her. He licked the hole and felt his tongue tighten. Then, suddenly, he thrust his tongue inside. “Tommy…” Susan met Tommy’s tongue with her hips, thrusting upwards. She had never felt anything like it. She found it obscene, but it also excited her greatly. “Ah…ah…
ah…”
Tommy was delighted. He had found an erogenous zone on his mother’s body that she hadn’t told him about.
As he thrust his tongue in and out of her anus, his penis twitched with excitement inside his shorts. His saliva dripped onto his mother’s anus. Tommy thought the hole felt wonderful, and he would definitely try it again later.
But Tommy had other plans now.
At this moment, Tommy had aroused his mother to the point of madness, and she longed to help her. He pressed himself against her and whispered, "Mom, can I rub my cock against the outside of your cunt?"
"Oh, Tommy, I...I...Oh God, please, I don't know," she stammered.
Tommy assumed his mother had agreed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stood beside his mother for a moment, letting her stare at his penis. His penis throbbed with his rapid heartbeat, and pre-ejaculate was seeping from the tip. He reached out and grasped his penis, slowly stroking it, while his other hand gripped his testicles.
"Oh, Tommy!" Susan couldn't help but moan as she watched her son lewdly masturbate in front of her.
Tommy knelt between his mother's legs, supporting himself with one hand while guiding his penis with the other, pressing the glans against her wet vulva. Then, he swirled his penis around, smearing the pre-ejaculate on the glans against her vulva. Then, he slid the head of his penis up and down between her labia, stimulating both his glans and her vulva. When he felt the head touch her clitoris, he stopped, gently stimulating her most sensitive nerve center with the head.
"Ah..." Susan groaned.
At this moment, Tommy slowly slid his penis downwards, and suddenly, the head almost imperceptibly slipped into her labia minora.
"Oh, Tommy, no," Susan hurriedly said, grabbing his buttocks with both hands to stop him from penetrating further. Susan gasped for breath, and with her remaining rational consciousness, she weakly pushed him outwards with her arms.
However, the tone of his mother's voice, and the almost nonexistent strength in her hands, didn't seem to be telling him to stop. Tommy deduced that she didn't really want him to stop, so he continued to thrust forward, very, very slowly.
Tommy looked down at the point where their bodies were joined and saw that the head of his penis was now completely inside her. Her beautiful, smooth vulva was being stretched open by his penis. He felt his glans swell inside her. The reaction was that his mother's vagina gripped his penis even tighter.
Susan moaned and groaned, her head swaying as if she were saying "no," but she didn't say it aloud. The last bit of strength in her hands loosened.
Tommy risked it by thrusting forward slightly, his penis penetrating a little further. Suddenly, Tommy felt like he was about to ejaculate. "Don't ejaculate, or everything will be ruined," he thought. Then he remembered his mother's teachings to distract himself until the urge to ejaculate subsided. He gripped the base of his penis, waiting quietly for a moment, thinking about football and basketball, things unrelated to sex. When the urge passed, he thrust forward slightly again, his penis entering his mother's body a little further. He could feel the warmth of his mother's vagina, and it was undulating and sucking at his glans.
Susan opened her eyes and stared at Tommy. A flash of lightning seemed to strike their eyes, hitting the point where their bodies were joined.
He could see the deep affection in his mother's burning eyes. He knew instantly that love and sex were inseparable.
Keeping her eyes open like that for so long was torture for her as waves of pleasurable currents coursed through her body. "No, no, no, no," she whispered repeatedly, but she didn't stop him.
Tommy released his penis, supporting himself on the other side of his almost delirious mother's body. Now he supported himself with his palms and toes, only his penis connecting their bodies. His penis was already a few inches inside her. He had never imagined it would feel so wonderful inside. It was tight, wet, and warm. He could feel his mother's vagina contracting, the soft vaginal walls pulsating, as if urging his penis to penetrate further.
As Tommy remained supported, not pushing his penis any further in, Susan opened her eyes. She saw Tommy, head down, still staring at her vulva. At this moment, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock on the wall and their pounding hearts. Susan knew that if she didn't stop him now, she wouldn't be able to refuse him later. They would become a real mother-son couple.
Susan's vagina instinctively contracted, tightening around her son's penis. She resisted the urge to thrust her hips towards his penis. However, her hips began to tremble slightly.
Tommy waited. He desperately wanted his mother to agree to let him penetrate her. But he didn't want her to think he had forced her afterward. Time ticked by, mother and son's eyes met, their final boundary almost crossed.
"Oh, Tommy, please," Susan whispered, pleading.
"Please what?" Tommy asked, wanting to hear her say it.
"Please, please," Susan pleaded again, her mind a jumble. She knew he wanted to hear her say it, but she didn't want to. It would be a mistake, a terrible mistake.
Tommy gently pulled his penis out, as if trying to remove it completely. Susan immediately grabbed his hips, holding him still, preventing his penis from slipping out.
"What do you want me to do, Mom?" Tommy asked, forcing her to make a decision again.
"I...I...Oh my God, Tommy! I want...Oh my God...I want you to fuck me!" Susan finally blurted out.
"Are you sure?" Tommy asked, but he knew in his heart that even if she said no, he wouldn't stop.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me!"
Tommy smiled slightly; he had won this emotional battle, and now he could take his spoils. He slowly pressed his body down, forcing his penis little by little into his mother's body.
His penis was fully inserted, his testicles pressing against her smooth buttocks. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her skin burning hot.
Susan wrapped her arms around her son's neck, her hips arching upwards in a spasm. She bit his shoulder, suppressing a joyful scream. She hadn't felt a man's penis inside her for a very, very long time. Yet, this man was none other than her son. She was making love with her own son! A scream echoed in her head.
Tommy struggled to control himself, suppressing the renewed urge to ejaculate. He had never felt anything so wonderful. His mother's warm vagina gripped his penis tightly.
He gasped, looking at her beautiful face. Then, he couldn't help but kiss her. His tongue, like his penis deep inside his mother's vagina, teased her mouth deeply. He could feel her soft breasts, rising and falling against his chest with her labored breathing. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.
He looked up and said, “I’m going to fuck you now, Mom. My cock is now deep inside your beautiful body. I’m going to fuck you until you orgasm again and again. I want to feel your vagina sucking my cock, sucking out all my semen. Are you ready? Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes, come on, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it! I want your big cock to fuck me hard! Fuck me! I want to cum all my juices on your cock!” Susan no longer held back. She was lost in the pleasure of sex.
This was exactly what Tommy wanted to hear. He slowly pulled his body back, hesitated for a moment, and then thrust forward violently.
Susan screamed, feeling as if her head had lost control of her body. She immediately reached orgasm, feeling dizzy. She was making love with her son, and they were now real lovers. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the quiet house.
Somehow, Tommy gained a sustained strength, which he used to its fullest extent, driving his mother's desire to ever-increasing. He was like a machine, his hips thrusting rapidly up and down. Again and again, each time he thrust his penis all the way to the hilt, her juices splashing onto his testicles and thighs, his testicles slapping against her buttocks with a resounding thud.
Susan looked up, and just before she succumbed to the dizzying frenzy of sex again, she uttered, "Oh, God, I love you." Then she closed her eyes, her body trembling. She suddenly felt a rush of heat to her head. A powerful orgasm roared through her body, plunging her into convulsions of pleasure, and she barely heard Tommy's reply of love.
"I love you," Tommy answered with his last gasp before reaching his own climax, and then he began to ejaculate. Spurt after spurt of semen shot into her body, filling her tight vagina until it overflowed. As wave after wave of pleasure pushed her to a sexual height she had never experienced before, he could feel his mother's body tensing up. Susan clamped her legs tightly around his back, letting him press his body against hers. Copious amounts of semen continued to pour onto the place where he was born.
Finally, Tommy collapsed onto his mother, then rolled over to lie beside her, his limp penis leaving a trail of semen on her thigh. He pulled his weak, boneless mother into his arms and kissed her, but she didn't respond; he realized she had passed out. After
an unknown amount of time, Susan stirred. "Oh, God," she sighed.
Tommy, hearing this, was worried; he thought she regretted what had just happened.
Susan pulled away from his embrace and stood up. She stood beside her lover's son, looking down at him with deep affection.
Tommy looked at her too, understanding her feelings. He could tell she was perfectly lucid.
Was this wrong? she wondered.
Tommy's eyes slowly traveled down from his mother's curvaceous body. Then they stopped, and in the soft light, he saw something that made his penis hard again. His semen flowed from her wet vulva down her thighs.
Susan didn't wipe it away; she liked the feeling. It was proof of their love emanating from her satisfied body. Susan smiled slightly at Tommy, then extended her hand to him. She led him upstairs to her bed.
As they entered the bedroom, Tommy's penis was fully erect again. Susan lay on her back, arms outstretched to her son. His penis slid effortlessly into her wet vulva, and his hips began to thrust again.
Tonight was a wild night. Tommy, with his young body, gave his mother boundless satisfaction. That night, Tommy brought her to orgasm more than three times, until she was completely exhausted.
12 The next morning, Tommy woke up to find himself alone in bed. He glanced at the clock; it was ten in the morning. He got out of bed, grabbed a pair of shorts, and went downstairs. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw his mother standing by the window, preparing breakfast with a spatula. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating her thin, sheer dress, revealing her curves. He stood there, admiring his mother's body, a growing excitement rising within him.
Susan's mind was in turmoil again. Undoubtedly, she had made her son her man and fallen deeply in love with him. In fact, she had no regrets about what had happened. However, she knew their life would never be the same again. Their future would be incredibly uncertain. What would become of them? Could they keep their secret forever? Would they be discovered? She had too many complex questions to consider.
Tommy walked up behind his mother, embraced her from behind, his hands stroking her thighs and kissing her neck.
Susan tenderly wrapped her arms around Tommy's, then lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand. A surge of love welled up in her heart, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
Tommy heard his mother sobbing and turned her around. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"Nothing," she smiled through her tears. "I love you."
Their lips met gently. Slowly, their tongues began to tease passionately. When Tommy pulled away from the kiss, a flame of desire could be seen burning in his eyes. He stared into his mother's eyes, his hands gripping her casual clothes. Suddenly, Tommy ripped open her clothes, buttons scattering onto the floor.
She screamed in surprise.
Tommy pulled the torn clothes off his mother's shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he pushed her towards the dining table, picked her up, and sat her down. Then, he pulled a chair over and sat between her legs.
“Oh my God, Tommy, what are you doing?” Susan exclaimed, but she didn’t stop him from pushing her down.
“I want breakfast,” Tommy replied, taking her vulva into his mouth. He devoured her vulva like a madman. His lips and tongue licked, bit, and sucked it wildly. He seemed not to hear his mother’s joyful screams. Finally, when he felt his jaw getting tired, he lifted her legs and stood up, thrusting his hips forward.
“Ah…” she screamed as his long penis plunged deep into her vulva.
He fucked his mother hard, the table slid across the floor with a thud as if it were about to break.
Tommy had ejaculated several times the previous night, so he knew he could last a long time this time. He did last a long time, causing her to erupt in orgasm after orgasm.
Just when Susan thought he was about to ejaculate, he pulled her up, then lifted her up by her legs. She clung tightly to his neck as he carried her haphazardly through the kitchen, his penis thrusting rapidly. He placed her on the sink, then on the cabinet, then pressed her against the refrigerator, and finally on the floor. Chairs tumbled and rattled, while cups, bowls, and plates clattered in the cabinets.
Susan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was going to ejaculate. Her poor body could barely withstand his rough treatment. As he cried out that he was going to ejaculate, she held him tightly, her legs wrapped around his waist, letting his semen shoot into her again. Susan no longer resisted.
She had fallen in love with her own son. There was no going back, and she decided to let things take their course. Everything was uncertain, but she was certain they would always love each other. It seemed they both agreed on this.
13 Several more months passed, and Susan and Tommy's sexual relationship continued during this period, even showing signs of accelerating. Tommy seemed perpetually insatiable, as if he were making up for the time he had wasted in high school. The two tried making love in various places and positions. However, there was one thing they didn't do, and Tommy didn't dare ask his mother.
On Tommy's nineteenth birthday, Susan wanted to give him a special gift. She prepared his favorite food, and the two ate a pleasant dinner, both dressed up. Tommy reluctantly put on an outfit at his mother's insistence.
After dinner, they left the leftovers on the table and went to the living room. Susan put on a soft piece of music and then pulled Tommy into her arms.
The two danced to the music, Tommy's hands caressing his mother's buttocks through the smooth satin. She knew Tommy liked her dressed like this. It made her hips stand out. The skirt clung tightly to her body; it was short, and her back was bare down to her waist. Tommy knew she wasn't wearing underwear because he could clearly feel it with his hands. And she almost never wore underwear. This made it convenient for them to make love frequently.
Susan gently kissed her son's neck, letting him stroke her buttocks. Then, she whispered in his ear, "Do you like my butt?"
"Yes," he replied, squeezing her soft buttocks tightly.
"Do you want it?"
Tommy immediately stopped dancing, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "What?" He could see the flames of desire burning in his mother's eyes.
"I haven't been fucked in the back yet."
Tommy immediately understood what she meant. "You mean...you mean I should fuck you?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes! I want to give this to you. It's a special birthday present for you. Of course, if you don't want to..."
"No...I want to...Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?"
Susan kissed Tommy's lips, then took his hand. She led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had him sit on the bed, then turned her back to him and asked him to help her unzip her dress.
Tommy's hands trembled as he slowly pulled down the zipper. He could see his mother's smooth back exposed before his eyes. The zipper went all the way up to her waist.
Susan shrugged and pulled her skirt off to the floor, leaving her naked except for high heels and stockings. She stood with her back to him, letting him stare at her naked body. Then, she turned her head and smiled slightly, saying, "Want to put your cock in my anus?" She leaned down slightly, spreading her buttocks with her hands behind her back
. "Oh my God," Tommy exclaimed as he saw his mother obscenely spreading her buttocks before him.
"Take off your clothes," she said, turning to help him remove them. Soon, two naked bodies were embracing on the bed.
Susan rolled over, grabbed two pillows, and placed them under her buttocks. As she lifted her upper body off the bed, holding her thighs with both hands, she gestured for Tommy to come between her legs.
Tommy hurriedly crawled over. When she saw him kneeling between her thighs, she said, “First, put your cock in my pussy, get it wet, and then you can use it to put it in my anus.”
Tommy almost ejaculated before he could even orgasm. His hands trembled as he gripped his penis and pressed it against his mother’s wet pussy. As he thrust, they both groaned simultaneously. Her tight hole felt so good; he couldn’t imagine anything better.
After a few thrusts, Susan pushed him to withdraw his penis, then she placed her legs on his shoulders and arched her back until her anus was exposed. Her hands trembled as she reached down and spread them apart. “Put it in,” she hissed excitedly.
Tommy placed his huge glans against that brown chrysanthemum. He couldn’t imagine if it could fit in such a small place. He slowly thrust forward. He heard his mother groan, and he stopped to look at her face.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she urged, “Keep going.”
Tommy gripped her thighs with both hands and thrust forward. "Ah..." he groaned as his glans slid into his mother's tight little hole. Her anus gripped the intruding glans tightly. "
Wait, wait," Susan gasped, letting her anus adjust to the massive object inside for a moment. Those few seconds of waiting were excruciating for Tommy. "Okay, go ahead," she said, freeing Tommy. Tommy thrust
forward again, watching in amazement as his penis slid into his mother's body. Little by little, until his entire penis was enveloped in her warm rectum. The feeling was incredibly wonderful.
It was hot, tight, and soft, just like her vagina, but also different. It was tight from the base to the tip of his penis.
"Fuck me..." Susan pleaded.
Tommy reluctantly pulled his penis out, and just as he was about to pull it all the way out, suddenly, he felt as if there was a suction force inside her pulling him back in, and he couldn't help but groan, "Oh, God."
He thrust forward violently. "
Yes, that's it, fuck me to death, my lover! Fuck your mother's ass..." Susan screamed, about to climax. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. "Oh, God, baby, I'm coming.
Ah... ah..." she cried out, swaying her body to meet his thrusts.
"My God, Mom," Tommy exclaimed as he felt his body begin to convulse.
"I'm coming too," he groaned. He thrust his penis deep into her anus and then remained still.
Susan felt his penis twitch inside her anus. She was surprised that she could actually feel him ejaculate. This made her orgasm even more intense.
As his semen began to fill his mother's anus, they both screamed loudly.
14 Two years later…
These two years were the happiest time of Susan's life. Her career progressed further, and she and her lover's son were inseparable, inseparable. They were both honest friends and loving lovers. Their relationship had progressed to the point that Tommy moved into his mother's bedroom, leaving the empty room for storing clothes. They slept together every night, and their sex life became increasingly intense. It was hard to say whose desire was stronger. Tommy always seemed insatiable, and Susan was equally passionate.
Tommy excelled in school, majoring in engineering. He was now taller, stronger, and more handsome than before. His experiences with his mother had made him much more mature than other boys his age
. During their happy life together, Susan had been preoccupied with one thing. However, she wasn't sure if she should tell him, or how to say it. She had been thinking about this for months, and finally, she mustered the courage to tell him.
Tommy sensed something was going to happen tonight. He and his mother were going to see a movie together, then come home for dinner. This was a little different from usual. And he could tell from his mother's eyes that she definitely had something to say tonight, and it must be something special.
As usual, Tommy sat in the living room downstairs waiting for his mother to come down. Then, she came down the stairs in a short, black, low-cut evening gown that barely covered her thighs. She wore a pearl necklace, a birthday gift Tommy had given her last week.
"Sorry I'm late," Susan said with a smile as she approached him.
Tommy grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, as if afraid someone would hear, "Mom, can you take off your underwear for me?" She
looked at her son in surprise, but immediately reached under her skirt and pulled it off. She smiled and handed it to him. She watched him neatly fold the underwear, then put it in his shirt pocket, leaving a little bit sticking out.
“Thank you, Mom, now I’m all dressed,” Tommy said with a mischievous smile.
“You always surprise me, my love,” Susan said, kissing his cheek.
They sat in the living room, and time passed pleasantly. However, Tommy noticed that his mother seemed worried about something. She sat there restless. He thought she might be too excited. After all, they hadn’t made love for a week because of her period. He thought it best not to think about it.
Susan had everything prepared in advance. In the candlelit dining room, a fine dinner was laid out on the table. A bottle of chilled wine was also placed beside it. They ate dinner together, fully clothed.
“Mom, this dinner was perfect. Thank you,” Tommy said sincerely, raising his glass to toast his mother.
Susan clinked her glass against his. “You’re welcome, Tommy,” Susan said, looking nervous, as if she wanted to say something.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” Tommy asked with concern.
“Tommy, I have something I want to talk to you about. I don’t know how to tell you,” Susan hesitated for a moment before continuing, “You know I’ve always wanted to have more children.”
“I know, Mom. I can feel it.”
“I’m thirty-nine now, and a woman’s ovulation period is limited. We’ve committed our lives to each other; I can’t find another man, and you can’t find another woman. I’ve always wanted to remarry and have many children. The problem is, I’m in love with my own son, and I can’t tolerate other men.”
“I know how you feel.” This problem had also been bothering Tommy. Tommy also wanted children, but he felt that since he loved his mother, he couldn’t have other girlfriends. This problem seemed unsolvable.
“I don’t know how to explain this to you, but let me show you this, maybe you’ll understand,” Susan said, handing him a package.
Tommy, looking confused, took it. The package wasn’t large, about the size of a music CD. Tommy’s hands trembled as he opened it, his mind blank. As he opened the package, he curiously looked at what he held. Suddenly, Tommy felt extremely confused. He looked up at his mother, puzzled.
Susan didn’t say anything, just waited silently.
Tommy looked at what he held. It was a small, round box of pills with thirty small compartments, labeled one pill a day. However, only the last seven compartments contained pills. Suddenly, Tommy looked at his mother in shock. “Um…what…you…” Tommy stammered, unable to say anything, his mouth agape.
Susan reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “Yes, Tommy, these are my birth control pills. I haven’t taken them for the last seven days. That’s why I haven’t let you touch me this week.
But…I…I don’t understand.” “We are…”
“Let me explain,” Susan interrupted. “In the past six months, I’ve done a lot of research, and I’ve learned that the chances of problems arising from consanguineous marriages are very small,” she paused, letting Tommy process what she was saying.
“Oh my God, Mom, are you serious?” Tommy asked. He couldn’t believe his mother wanted him to have a child with her.
“Yes.”
“Oh my God…you…you want to have a child with me, and I’ll be the father?”
“Yes, Tommy, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your child,” Susan said, pausing for a long time. “Tommy, before you answer me, you need to know that this is a very difficult thing for us. There will definitely be many potential problems. It directly relates to us having to find a place where no one knows us. And I will lose my job, and you can’t go to school. There are many, many more problems I can’t think of. But I’m willing to take this risk. This risk will also be transferred to you. If you don’t want this, just give me back the pills you’re holding. If you want me to have your child, throw them in the trash.” Tommy
immediately stood up from his chair and threw the medicine in the trash can. He rushed back and picked up his mother, who was already in tears. The two hugged each other tightly and kissed tenderly.
Suddenly, Tommy broke free from his mother's kiss and knelt down on one knee.
"Mom, I know this is silly, but I have to say it. Although we can't really get married, my love and commitment to you are truer, deeper, and more sincere than any marriage we've ever had.
I really want to be the father of your child," Tommy said, tears streaming down his face.
Susan pulled her son up and looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh my God, Tommy, are you sure you know what you're saying?"
"Mom, I love you more than I love anyone else. You are the only thing I need, and I would do anything for you. I want this. I want you to have my child."
They kissed sweetly once more. Tommy bent down ,
wrapped one arm around his mother's legs, lifted her up, and silently carried her to their bedroom. He placed her on the bed, quickly took off his own clothes, and then climbed onto the bed beside her.
He kissed her as he pulled down the straps of her bra until her breasts were exposed. He slowly kissed his way down her neck to her heaving chest. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, making his mother gasp softly. Then he turned and knelt between her legs… His legs clamped his mother's head between his thighs. Then he felt his mother grab his penis, spit it into her mouth, and immediately begin sucking. He also took her vulva into his mouth and began giving her oral sex. They performed oral sex on each other for a while, then Susan eagerly got up and took off her clothes.
Tommy pushed his mother down on the bed and placed a pillow under her buttocks. He knew this would allow him to penetrate deeper. He knelt between her legs, his penis throbbing incessantly, as if it had been thirsting for a long time, eager to plunge into the spring of lustful fluid flowing before it. At this moment, the mother and son's eyes were locked.
"Tell me, Mom, tell me what you want," Tommy said, grasping his penis and guiding it against her vulva.
"Please, Tommy, fuck your mother. I want your big cock, I want it to fuck me hard.
I want you to give your mother a child! Fuck me, please," Susan pleaded, spreading her wet vulva with her hands. "Look, I'm ready for you." "Can you see the water flowing from me? I want all your semen inside."
"Oh, God, Mom," Tommy groaned, incredibly excited by her lewd words.
Tommy thrust his penis into her wet, open vulva. Slowly, he inserted the head. When his penis was fully inside, mother and son groaned together. The familiar feeling was stronger than ever before because of what they were about to do; he was going to impregnate his own mother. They felt like the greatest forbidden lovers in the world.
Susan felt Tommy begin to thrust slowly and rhythmically; he wasn't in a hurry, he wanted to bring their sexual heat and excitement to a boiling point. She wrapped her legs around her son, pulling his body forcefully in rhythm with him. When he pushed his penis all the way in, they groaned together again.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard." "I want it, I want it so badly, please, fuck me!" Susan gasped.
Tommy began to thrust wildly into his mother, as if he had never done it before. Beads of sweat trembled with each rapid thrust of his penis. He could feel her juices splashing onto his testicles, dripping down and pooling before flowing onto the sheets.
The thrusting continued. Neither mother nor son received enough sexual satisfaction to make Tommy stop.
"I'm coming, Mom. Can I cum inside?"
"Yes, cum, I'm coming too, keep going, don't stop. Oh... oh... I'm coming...
" Susan screamed, thrusting her hips toward her son.
“It’s here, Mom, it’s here, I’m giving you all my semen,” Tommy replied, feeling his semen gushing upwards from his penis and spraying into his mother’s body. Stream after stream of semen flowed into her uterus. As they each reached their climax, they screamed together.
Finally, Tommy collapsed, exhausted, onto his mother. After a final kiss, they both fell asleep. Inside Susan’s body, her son’s semen began its journey to change their destiny.
They had finally achieved a perfect ending.
(The End)

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