Mother's Desire

After a period of self-satisfaction, my temper returned to its usual
gentleness . We didn't argue at work anymore.
These past few days, Wenwen has been confiding in me without reservation about her private affairs with the young man she was having an affair with
. And, filled with love for my son, I was willing to listen to these topics that usually made me shy,
sharing the different feelings of two cheating wives.
Her young lover is about the same age as my son, but their performance in bed is completely different.
Although Wenwen's husband has a serious hidden illness, she has been a mother for many years and is
about . But once in bed, Wenwen, who thought he was a virgin and didn't have high hopes
, was overwhelmed with pleasure by the little guy after just one round. Since that affair, Wenwen would
call her husband every few days, lying that she had to work overtime, and then secretly meet with her young lover. Each time, they would make love until late
at night before reluctantly going home.
Wenwen specifically asked me to cover for her lie about working overtime because she had a hotel room date with a boy. Because of this, I received inquiries from her husband
every few days , and I had to pretend to be working overtime with her and lie to cover for her several times.
While I was lying to other people's husbands, my own husband also called every few days;
he called this morning alone.
Usually, when he was away on business, my son and I would call him, reminding him to be careful and take care of himself.
Recently, because I've become infatuated with my son, I've felt guilty towards my husband. I don't dare call him too often, afraid of hearing his rough
voice and feeling guilty. But I still have to answer his calls. I can only feign concern and ask how he is.
I don't remember the specifics of what we talked about, only that he said the project was progressing well and he might be able to come home early.
On one hand, I'm neglecting my husband, and on the other hand, I'm becoming increasingly dependent on my son. My son
is still as enthusiastic about my legs in stockings as ever; foot fetishes and leg fetishes seem to be our daily ritual.
When I got home today, I had just taken off my high heels and was bending over to tidy up the shoe cabinet when my son
rushed over impatiently. Without saying a word, he lifted my skirt, pulled
out the other hand held his penis and rubbed it against my buttocks through my flesh-colored stockings.
He kept saying,
"Mom, you're finally back! Come here, I missed you so much!"
I reached back and squeezed his erect penis. I smiled sweetly, turned around, and gave him a deep kiss.
After the kiss, I casually stroked the foreskin on his penis while muttering a complaint under my breath.
"Look how impatient you are! Wait a minute, Mom has something to tell you!"
The son, holding his penis, sat on the chair in the hallway, stroking his now-soft penis a couple of times, and
asked , "What's wrong?"
"Your dad called today. He asked about your injury. If he hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten that
you've been recovering very well recently. Your dad and I have decided to let you go back to school next week."
Indeed, these past few days, my son and I had gone from fantasy to the reality of incest, from ecstasy to disappointment to
pleasure . This series of twists and turns had almost made me forget that my son was the hope of my husband and me, and his important task was to get into
university.
"Huh?"
The son let out a disappointed "ah," and his bare genitals drooped listlessly.
"The doctor said to rest for a while, and gave me two weeks' leave. Later, they gave me an extra two weeks' leave, and then I finally got some rest...
Four weeks already?"
The son also realized that the time he had spent enjoying his own private moments had passed by without him noticing. Getting into university
was not only pressure from his parents, but also his life goal. Having unknowingly wasted so much time, he
suddenly realized he really should go back to school.
"So…Mom! After I go to school, can I…can I still be intimate with you?"
my son stammered.
I knelt down, watching with interest as his penis, suddenly huddled up like a chubby little mouse from the shock
, gently rubbing his scrotum. Smiling, I replied,
"Of course! Mom has said it more than once, Mom belongs to you, you are Mom's little lover. Would
Mom abandon you just because you're going to school? Silly boy, if you study hard and improve your grades, Mom
might even give you an extra reward!"
Saying this, I lifted his little mouse between his legs and kissed his penis with my red lips.
My son's performance in sex is worlds apart from his father's.
My husband is not only less gentle and shy than my son, but every time he comes back from a business trip, he doesn't even shower and immediately pulls me aside for sex.
The stench from my husband's penis always sends chills down my spine.
Ever since my son and I started having sexual contact, he always
cleans his genitals beforehand, knowing I'm almost home. Sometimes he even takes a shower beforehand. His penis only smells faintly of soap and
has that heavy, masculine scent that I find intoxicating.
Since I learned that leg and foot play makes him happier, and that my previous direct, desperate attempts at female pleasure
only caused him premature ejaculation, I haven't kissed his genitals so directly for a long time.
"Really?"
My son only twisted his body slightly when I kissed his penis. His reaction was noticeably less
intense than before. Perhaps it was because I was kissing his glans through his foreskin, making it less sensitive.
"Okay then! I'll do as you say, I'll go to school next week!"
My son whispered, touching my dark hair that had fallen onto his legs as I lay between his legs.
At that moment, I was kneeling between his legs, unable to resist licking his penis with my slippery tongue.
The closer I got to my son's genitals, the more I was drawn to his masculine scent mixed with soap.
"Mmm! Good boy! You're so obedient. Let Mom reward you!"
I murmured, drooling as I continued to lick his penis.
"Aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid I'll ejaculate prematurely again?"
my son whispered, stroking my earlobe.
"Yes! But...Mommy loves your little penis so much. Mommy has to eat it! So it won't be
naughty anymore, won't bully Mommy anymore!"
I joked with him, half-jokingly, as I took his glans into my mouth and gently
tugged .
My son winced in pain
.Be gentle, Mom! It hurts!
At this moment, I had already pulled back my son's annoying foreskin below the coronal sulcus, and I had his penis in my mouth,
savoring the sweet fragrance it gave me. My
delicate taste buds grazed the sensitive, pink glans, and warm saliva trickled down his penis to the inside of his legs.
My son sat stiffly in the chair, letting me perform oral sex on him. Although it wasn't the first time he had experienced the ultimate pleasure
from his mother's sensual tongue, this time it was different. This time, he seemed nervous
yet enjoying it. Although he remained tense and silent, he didn't ejaculate like before after just a few licks, leaving me with a
mess of saliva. Instead, no matter how I sucked and teased him, he remained
erect and .
It seemed that the recent foot fetishes with my son had had some positive effects. He was no longer as naive
, nervous .
I was secretly pleased. I began to increase the intensity and frequency of my oral sex.
My son persisted for a while, then suddenly bent down, cupped my beautiful face—the one I was giving him oral sex—in his hands, and
kissed me affectionately. Then, raising his eyebrows, he shamelessly said,
"Mommy, wait a minute, I want to drink your milk!"
I straightened up, returning his kiss while playfully tapping his forehead with my finger, blushing, and said,
"How shameless! You're so old and still want to drink Mommy's milk! No way!"
Although I said no, I hurriedly undressed, unbuttoning my shirt completely.
Without even unhooking my bra, I hastily rolled up the top edge of my thin, flesh-colored lace bra
and placed it under my breasts, presenting my large, soft breasts nakedly to my son,
yearning for his caresses.
My son cupped my breasts, which were slightly sagging from leaning forward, and vigorously kneaded them, sending a shiver of
pleasure through me. Then he brought his mouth to my left nipple, his playful tongue
boldly licking it greedily.
It was the same reaction he had when my tongue stimulated his tender glans during oral sex. Being licked by my
son fiery tongue—my
sensitive nipple, touched by no one but my husband and my breastfeeding son—sent a shiver through me.
The thought that after more than a decade, my son was caressing my breasts
again me with a mixture of shame and excitement, almost making me lose myself.
"Mmm! So good! Mommy wants more!"
I cupped my other breast, rubbing my trembling, sexy brown nipple against my son's flushed
face , eagerly craving his continued caresses.
"Mmm!"
my son whispered in response. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently licking it first, then, like a child
, he took it in and began to suckle greedily.
"Ah! So good! More! More!"
I brushed my long, loose hair aside, watching my son greedily sucking on my nipple, my
desire burning fiercely.
After a while, my son finally released my nipple, which was covered in his saliva and teeth marks,
and pinched it hard with his thumb and forefinger. Then, his face flushed, he said to me,
"Mommy! Can I... try using your breasts?"
My son's tendency to be shy is very similar to mine, but shy as he is, his desire for novelty and excitement is also
inherited from me.
"My good son, didn't Mommy say that in sex, there's nothing Mommy
won't ! Come on, baby, is that right?"
I said, kneeling between my son's legs, pressing myself tightly against him, and trying to use
my cleavage to hold his restless penis.
"Yes! That's it! So warm! So soft!"
My son tilted his head back again, savoring the fleshy feel of his mother's beautiful breasts with his penis.
"How annoying! Mom has never done this with your dad before! But this feeling, hehe, is also very interesting!"
I complained as I performed a breastjob on my son, watching his foreskin
flip up and down and his glans appear and disappear as it was firmly held between my large breasts. A sense of amusement filled my heart.
I held my son's penis with its foreskin rolled back and
lubricated . Then I brought my right nipple closer, letting these two most delicate genitals of my son and me make intimate contact
. My son's excited lower body thrust back and forth, as if he were having intercourse, forcefully slamming his glans against my nipple.
My beautiful dark brown nipple was deeply penetrated into the wide areola by my son's pink, hard, and hot glans
. Then, half of my son's short penis was completely submerged on my full and soft breasts. Each time my son's
penis attacked my breasts, it stirred up waves of milky ripples, a scene so erotic it was almost suffocating.
After playing with his penis with my breasts for a while, I placed his little darling between my breasts again.
This time, while moving my upper body up and down, I bent down and took his glans into my mouth.
My son, who should have ejaculated prematurely, still didn't ejaculate despite my double service of breast and oral sex.
On the contrary, I was panting heavily, my underwear already soaked with excitement from the lewd things I had done for my son
.
I grabbed my son's feet, which were wearing slippers, and helped him take them off. I pulled his feet under my skirt and pressed them
against my genitals. My son understood and used his big toes to nudge my
vulva through my wet stockings and underwear.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Mom!! I'm going to cum!"
My son desperately pressed my head down, trying to get away from my breasts and mouth. He didn't want to ejaculate into his mother's mouth as
involuntarily .
Although somewhat reluctant, I complied, spitting out his wet penis that I had been sucking,
smiling slightly, about to say something, when scalding semen spurted from his urethra, spraying all over my face,
hair, and breasts.
I dabbed some semen on my face with my hand and licked it shyly, finding myself increasingly
captivated the unique taste of my son's semen. Then, smiling, I stood up to find tissues to wipe the filth off.
"Ouch...!"
my son sighed weakly, leaning back in his chair. Then, excitedly
...Mom! Don't you think I'm getting better and better?
As I wiped the sticky white liquid from my breasts with a tissue, I turned to him and smiled,
"That's really amazing! At this rate, I think you'll recover soon. But you little rascal,
look at you, you always make Mommy so disheveled. Tell me, how should Mommy punish you!"
My son hugged my waist, stood up, and kissed my pouting lips, which I was pretending to be angry. He said mischievously,
"Then how about punishing Mommy to serve her well all night tonight, Mother?"
"Get lost! After dinner, you'll copy English words 100 times!"
I pushed my son away and said with a laugh.
"Okay, let's get serious. Your dad called and said the project might be completed ahead of schedule. If he comes
back remember to keep it a secret. Don't let your dad know about this, understand?"
"Ah! Daddy's coming back early? Why did you bring back only bad news today! My
dear Mommy !"
My son was shocked to hear that his father was coming back.
"Don't worry, your dad will be just as busy with work when he gets back. We'll have plenty of time to spend together. But I'm
really afraid you might give yourself away if you see your dad!"
"Don't worry about that. Actually, I have many secrets you don't know. I'm very good at hiding them. But
Mom , you have to remember your promise. If you leave me lonely for too long, I can't guarantee I won't
do something inappropriate in front of Dad, like… like this!"
As he spoke, my son suddenly pinched my thigh, which was covered in stockings, hard, and then hurriedly ran into his
room. I was both ashamed and angry, and chased after him to his door, yelling at him.
Happy times always linger.
Yang Yang only realized that final exams were approaching when he returned to school with his backpack at the start of the new week.

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