The most important man in my life

The next day after work, before my husband got home, I comforted Yangyang and gently gave him
oral sex, which made him stop crying and start giving his father a nice look again.
My son also knew that my relationship with his father was actually very deep, and that he himself had deep feelings for his father.
It's just that after being involved in incest with me for so long, he really didn't want to share his mother with his father, another man. But he's
matured a lot since then, and his short-term turmoil was quickly washed away by the sexual
comfort and his own rationality. He no longer felt jealous about my normal marital sex life with his father.
It's almost the hottest time of the year.
It's 11:30 pm. My husband's snoring is deafening.
During this time, my husband hasn't gone on any business trips and has maintained a regular 9-to-6 work schedule. Because his work
hours are close to mine and he's not going on business trips, my affair with my son can only be carried out secretly behind his back.
These past few days, my husband has been very tired from work and likes to drink a little alcohol at night, so he always sleeps soundly until
dawn .
Because of work, my husband hasn't been intimate with me for two days. As a normal woman, I
felt a bit hungry for him.
I stood up, put on my slippers, and gently called out,
"Old Yang!"
My husband, snoring loudly, didn't respond. I gently shook him, but he remained unresponsive.
I tiptoed out of the bedroom and quietly locked the door. I went straight to my son's room and pushed the door open.
Because of the heat, my son was only wearing underwear, covered with a towel, and leaning against the headboard,
reading a book by the dim light of the bedside lamp.
Seeing me come in, my son looked up and gave me a knowing smile. He closed his book, threw off the towel,
got out of bed and walked to me. He closed the door for me and locked it from the inside.
"Mom!"
My son reached out and put his arm around my waist. His hot body, through my thin nightgown, ignited a
wild desire within me. He led me to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
I whispered, putting my index finger to my lips.
Then I started taking off my clothes.
I was only wearing a thin, apricot-yellow silk slip dress. It came off easily, and
since I wasn't wearing a bra, my full, white breasts glistened in the dim
light .
I bent down, lifted one leg, and pulled off my last remaining piece of clothing—white cotton panties—
standing .
My son, equally adept, took off his underwear. His eager little penis, already impatient, pulled me into a tight
embrace !
"Mom! You're finally here! It's so late, I thought you weren't coming!"
My son's hot penis pressed tightly against my lower abdomen as he kissed me tenderly while complaining
.
I hugged my son's neck and responded to his kisses, saying
, "Silly boy, Mommy's here! But we have to hurry, I don't know when your dad will wake up,
Mommy has to get back quickly, come on!"
As I spoke, I knelt down, used my right thumb, index, and middle fingers to pull back his foreskin, and skillfully pinched the base of his erect penis with three fingers
. I brought my sexy little mouth to it, taking the head of his penis in my mouth and beginning to give
him oral sex.
My son sat on the bed with his legs stretched out, silently enjoying himself for a while, then gently pulled me up from between his legs
.
"Mommy! I want to fuck you!"
This furtive atmosphere of making love made my son both repressed and excited, and without realizing it, he
started using dirty words like his father.
"Really! You child! Okay, lie down now!"
I complained while stroking my son's penis anxiously.
My son obediently lay down on the bed, his genitals erect and pointing skyward.
Originally, I only wanted to come over and be intimate with my son, give him oral or footjob to comfort him
, and then hurry back to avoid my husband finding out I wasn't there. But my son's advances were hard to refuse;
after all, it had been a long time since I'd been intimate with him, and I was really craving it. So, I reluctantly climbed onto the bed
, straddled him, grabbed his penis, positioned it in the correct position for my vulva, and gently sat down.
His penis gradually disappeared into my body. I looked down and clearly saw
the dark pubic hair between my legs intertwined with my son's sparse pubic hair; I could feel his hard
penis trembling with excitement inside my vagina.
My son's premature ejaculation was completely cured
. He could easily handle this direct sexual position.
I smoothed my hair that was falling in front of my eyes and began to move my hips up and down, using my beautiful vulva
to tease my son's penis.
"Ah...ah..."
I suppressed my excitement, letting out the softest moans of pleasure.
There wasn't much foreplay either. My husband's large penis had hurt my dry vagina the first time, but
this time, because of my tenderness for my son, I sucked his penis until it was covered in saliva while giving him oral sex.
My own vaginal fluid had been flowing ever since it touched my son's penis. This slippery
sensation made me want to moan loudly!
My body moved up and down faster and faster, and the frequency of my beautiful vulva stroking my son's penis gradually
increased .
I changed from a kneeling position to squatting on my son, my white legs forming an M shape
, forcefully moving up and down, fiercely attacking my son's penis with my private parts. My son's tender penis
appeared and disappeared in my slippery vulva.
"Mmm... mmm!"
My son sighed comfortably beneath me.
The rapid, intense sexual movements quickly left me drenched in sweat, but
the wonderful made me forget my fatigue, and I blindly worked harder to increase the speed of the intercourse.
"Hold on, Mom! Faster! Ah...so slippery! This feels wonderful!"
My son, getting increasingly carried away, reached out and cupped my
heaving breasts, kneading them while making joyful sounds
. "Phew! Mom's tired!"I finally ran out of energy and slowed down my stroking of my son's penis with my beautiful vagina, then knelt and crawled on top of him again, slowly...

Slowly, she continued to slide her vulva back and forth on her son's penis, while weakly leaning against him, gently licking
his nipples.
"Ah. Mom, you're licking me so ticklishly!"
her son said happily.
"You little rascal, you're so sensitive!"
Seeing her son's sensitive scream as she licked his nipples, she couldn't help but laugh, tidying her loose hair
as she said,
"Mom's tired, let's rest for a bit..."
"Okay, okay! You rest for a while, I'll fuck you!"
her son said, releasing his hand from her beautiful nipples, sliding it down her waist to her plump buttocks,
stroking them for a while, then lifting her buttocks and beginning his sexual assault on his mother.
Her son also moved up and down beneath her, thrusting his penis into her vulva from below
. His slender, soft penis, with its foreskin folding, smoothly pumped in and out of her wet, plump vulva.
The foreskin rolled back and forth, swirling in the vaginal fluid with rhythmic "squeak, squeak," highlighting the harmony of our
incestuous .
"Great! Son, you're getting better and better at making Mom happy."
After resting on my son for a while and regaining some strength, I felt incredibly comfortable being fucked by him and began to continue
twisting my genitals to match his thrusting movements.
At this moment, my son and I rediscovered a passion we hadn't felt in days. The wonderful intercourse wasn't just about satisfying our
own carnal desires; we were considerate of each other's feelings, each thrust and movement aimed only to allow
the other to better experience the emotions we felt.
This! This was the perfect union of spirit and flesh that I had been searching for.
"I want my son's cock! I want everything from my son!"
My hair flew wildly, and I was drenched in sweat. My full breasts pressed tightly against my son's broad chest, and
his gently licked my lips. My vagina contracted rhythmically with my son's movements, my vulva gripping
his refusing to let it leave my body. Only two sentences echoed in my mind: I want
everything from my son! At the moment of climax, I almost fainted.
"Ah! I can't hold back... Mom... I want... I'm going to... I'm going to cum... Mom, Mom!"
My son and I reached climax together. As he ejaculated, he kept calling my name softly... After cleaning up
the mess,
as I dressed to leave, my son tugged at me, pleading,
"Can't you stay, Mom?"
"What do you think? Silly boy!"
I pulled off the sundress I had just put on, kissed his forehead, hardened my heart, and drifted
away .
Back in my husband's bed, listening to his snoring, thinking about
the sweetness of making love with my son, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. My uncooperative love juices, flowing with each passing moment, secretly leaked out,
wetting my underwear and staining the blanket covering my husband.
Lying on the bed, the son seemed to be having a wonderful erotic dream, completely absorbed. Only the lingering
scent of his mother's body in the room and the wet tissues on the floor, stained with his semen and his mother's love fluid, proved that his
illicit love with his mother, which transcended everything, had borne fruit after their perfect lovemaking...
"Sister Yan, I have two movie tickets here. Do you want to go with your husband?"
Wenwen happily waved two movie tickets in front of me.
"What movie?"
I asked while doing the accounts.
The bank was closed this afternoon for a city event, and only Wenwen and I were left
to check some accounts. We could go home as soon as we finished.
"I don't know, I just know it's an American movie,"
Wenwen said.
I took the movie tickets and saw that it was for 6 pm on Saturday.
"It's the weekend? Aren't you going?" Wenwen asked
, seeing no one else in the office. She smiled and made a playful face at me, saying,
"This is a gift from my little lover! He originally asked me to go to the movies this weekend and... well, you
know , but I have a better place to take him, so I'm giving it to you!"
These days, Wenwen and her little lover are inseparable. I didn't know whether to be happy for her or worried.
But seeing how happy she was, I really didn't want to spoil her fun. I thanked her and chatted with her for a while about her and
her lover's private conversations before going home.
"The weekend? I'm not going! Who goes to the movies when they finally have two days off?"
After dinner, my husband decisively refused when I mentioned going to the movies.
"But Wenwen kindly gave me the tickets, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't go?"
After so many years of marriage, my husband, who is completely unromantic, has never taken me to the movies once. I finally had this
opportunity, but I didn't expect him to still refuse.
"Why don't you just take our son? Kids these days love American movies."
My husband casually flipped through the newspaper.
"Son?"
This time, my husband hadn't gone on a business trip for a whole month, something that had never happened before. My son and I
were secretly having an affair, even more cautiously than Wenwen's extramarital affair.
Because my husband was home almost every day, my son and I had very little time alone. Each time, we would have a quick and easy time
before having to part ways without much conversation. I was worried about us being apart so much,
so going to the movies together would be a perfectly legitimate opportunity for my son and me to be alone.
I called my son over, explained the situation, and my incredibly smart son naturally understood. He
nodded in agreement in front of his father.
On Saturday afternoon, my son and I left the house that had confined us for so many days, leaving my husband alone to watch
TV.
After leaving the neighborhood, the mother and son, who had been walking one after the other, gradually started walking side by side.
My son had somehow managed to hold my hand tightly, our fingers intertwined, like a couple on a date, and
we boarded a bus together.
Today I wore a new black tulle dress. To please Yang Yang, who especially loves my beautiful legs, I
specially changed into black stockings and wore high-heeled sandals. My long, flowing hair was styled beautifully in an updo .The hair was styled in a bun and secured with a hairpin, making the dignified black dress and my refined appearance appear exceptionally harmonious.

My son was dressed as usual in jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers—the typical attire of a high school boy.
The bus wasn't crowded, but there were no seats left. My son and I huddled in a corner, holding onto the handrails,
chatting quietly.
"Mom, do you remember when we rode the bus to school together, and I bumped my penis against
your butt because we were squeezed?"
my son whispered in my ear.
"Ugh!"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"You little rascal! If you hadn't sexually harassed me that time, I wouldn't have been seduced into bed!
How dare you say that!"
I blushed and whispered in his ear, breathing on his earlobe as I scolded him shyly.
"I'm innocent! It was you who rubbed your butt against my penis that made me hard! You're the one who should take responsibility,"
my son whispered, secretly pinching my butt through my skirt.
"Don't do this! We're on the bus!"
I pushed my son's hand away while looking around. Luckily, our seats were secluded,
and the few people sitting around us were either dozing off or looking out the window; no one noticed what we were doing.
"What's there to be afraid of! What's wrong with touching?"
My son, surprisingly bold, said nonchalantly.
"Since we're out having fun, let's not worry so much. Anyway, no one knows we're mother and son. It's rare to
be away from Dad for a little while, so I'm going to be unrestrained! Without Dad, who can tell us what to do? Don't you agree,
Mom? Today I want you to be my girlfriend! You'll do whatever I say!"
As he spoke, my son placed his hand on my round bottom again.
This time I didn't refuse, letting my son boldly touch my bottom through my skirt without saying anything more.
When the bus reached the next stop, many people got off, and only a few boarded, leaving many seats empty.
The people in the back rows all got off, and my son and I sat side by side in the last row where no one was sitting.
After sitting down, my son brazenly placed his hand on my thigh,
stroking my long, beautiful legs greedily along the smooth black stockings. After a while, he leaned close and whispered in my ear,
"Mom! Dare to take off your panties in the car?"
"Ah!"
I was startled. I never expected my son to make such an indecent request in public.
Even if we were incestuous mother and son, I was still a woman with my own sense of shame. I had never even
considered such a thing before.
"Don't talk nonsense! What do you take me for!"
I refused, blushing.
"Try it! I've always thought Mom is quite unrestrained in bed, but too dignified in public. I really
want to see how cute Mom looks when she's doing something lewd while maintaining a dignified appearance! Please,
Mom!"
My son pleaded, holding my hand.
"Ugh! What are you thinking about all day?"
My face burned. But deep down, I also felt that what my son said was indeed very exciting, so I hesitated.
"Good Mom, please, please!"
At this moment, my son was no longer the man who drove me crazy in bed; he had completely transformed into a
spoiled child begging his mother.
Unable to resist his pleading and unable to suppress the nervous excitement of being so unrestrained in public
, I finally nodded with a blush.
After observing for a moment and confirming that the passengers in front of me wouldn't see where I was sitting, I leaned
forward , secretly slipped my hand under my skirt, and grabbed the edge of my underwear. The innate shame of being a woman
made me hesitate for a moment, but then, looking at my son's longing gaze and the heads moving around me, my
inexplicable desire for sexual stimulation made me dispel my concerns. I quickly lifted my buttocks, pulled down my underwear, and with a speed that was hard for others to notice,
switched legs, taking off my usual white cotton underwear and shoving it into my son's hand.
I straightened my disheveled skirt, sat back down, and then turned to look out the window as if nothing had happened.
My son held my underwear, still warm from my body and smelling my fragrance, and secretly sniffed it, making
a blissful expression before casually stuffing it into his jeans pocket.
"Smells so good!"
he whispered mischievously in my ear.
"You pervert! Satisfied now? You little rascal!"
Not wearing underwear made me feel a bit chilly sitting on the chair, and the fabric of my skirt
made uncomfortable. I tugged at the skirt and glared at my son.
He tried to put his hand inside my skirt, but I refused.
"Let me touch it,"
he pleaded again.
"No way! You'll be so impatient!"
I teased him playfully, like a first love.
The train arrived at the station, and my son had no choice but to give up, taking my hand as we entered the movie theater.
Because it was dinnertime, the movie wasn't very crowded. The spacious theater was sparsely populated with only a dozen or so people, mostly couples. So, instead of sitting according to their tickets,
everyone, like my son and me, found seats away from the crowd. The movie started, and the entire theater was pitch black. My son had somehow wrapped his arms around my neck, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, like other couples, snuggling together to watch the film on the big screen. The movie was good, but neither of us paid much attention to it. Our bodies, close together, exuded an alluring scent, fueling our pent-up desires for each other. Our hands roamed restlessly over each other's bodies, our tongues occasionally entwining in passionate kisses. A couple not far from us, perhaps influenced by our interaction, could . "Son, listen!" I stopped our French kiss and made him listen to the couple's kissing sounds. He listened for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "Learn from us!" He then continued to press his tongue against my lips, while boldly slipping his hand inside ...i=80> My skirt, directly touching my embarrassing flower bud. "You're so annoying!" I've been acting cute with my son lately, always saying he's annoying, but every time he says something he hates about sex, it actually pleases me immensely.

"You lied to Mommy by taking off your underwear so it would be easier to touch me, didn't you? You naughty boy!"
I whispered, gently biting my son's tongue.
"Hehe!"
My son chuckled smugly and began searching for the entrance to my slippery labia with his middle finger.
"Ouch!"
My son's finger smoothly slipped into my vulva, gradually penetrating deeper into my vagina. I felt a slight pain and
couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
"Does it hurt, Mommy?"
My son noticed my discomfort but was reluctant to pull his hand out of his mother's warm, moist love hole,
and simply asked in a low voice.
"Be gentle, yes... just like that, don't be so rough, your nails will hurt me. Okay... be gentle.
"
I held my son's hand that was playing with my vulva, and whispered instructions for him to find my sensitive G-spot, teaching him
to rub my erect clitoris with his thumb while gently
teasing my vagina with his middle finger.
I felt very comfortable with my son's touch, and casually unbuckled his belt, pulling his penis out of his jeans
.
In the dark movie theater, most couples were engaged in intimate acts. My son and I were masturbating each other, unnoticed by
anyone else .
"Good boy, keep going...yes, right there, Mom wants more, more, harder!"
I whispered through gritted teeth, my voice trembling as my son caressed my G-spot, my desire
growing stronger. My son's penis, which I was stroking, was getting hotter and hotter.
It's coming...
I'm squirting!!!
As my son's hands moved faster and faster caressing my delicate, flower-like vulva, a gush of fluid gushed from my
vagina . In an instant
, this surge of heat shot out from my vulva along with my son's constantly stimulating fingers. My slippery vagina made a squelching sound from his stimulation, attracting the attention of a
couple .
I no longer cared whether others would see my shameful state; the wonderful sexual pleasure brought on by the
squirting continued unabated. My head rested on my son's shoulder, my gaze vacant, my expression blank,
as if I were lost in a trance. My skirt was soaked through, and my juices flowed down my black stockinged legs to my feet,
staining the stockings. Not only that, the leather back of the chair in front of me was also wet
, with drops of my fluid dripping down the back.
My son was utterly astonished by my sudden, intense orgasm.
He pulled his hand out of my vagina, ignoring his own wetness, and tightly hugged my shoulders, softly calling,
"
Mommy! Mommy! What's wrong? Are you alright?"
It took a long time before I felt my soul return to my body. My whole body was weak and limp, the intoxicating pleasure more intense than any orgasm
I'd ever experienced made me feel like a lump of mud. The stimulating pleasure was like a drug, seemingly capable of killing me
, yet I couldn't stop.
"Mommy thought I was dead!"
I let out a long sigh and whispered.
I wasn't joking at all.
"I felt like I was flying! Really! Yangyang, Mom has never been so happy!"
I gently rubbed my face against my son's shoulder, clinging to him like a little bird.
"You scared me to death! I thought something had happened to you! But, you sprayed so much water, like peeing,
it was really scary!"
I blushed and continued to play with my son's bare penis. At this moment, I treated my son as my real
man .
"Want Mom to help you with my mouth?"
After playing with his penis for a while, he was probably really scared by my squirting.
He was on the verge of ejaculation, but he gradually softened. After resting for a while, I suggested to my son.
My son looked around and agreed.
I bent down, skillfully peeled back my son's foreskin, and began to give him oral sex. This annoying foreskin always
takes me a lot of effort, but that's why I especially like my son's completely different kind of innocence compared to his father. I believe that with me,
his loving and caring mother, my son will definitely shed his foreskin and become a real man in the near future!
Soon, with the help of my tongue and lips, my son ejaculated again.
My mouth full of his semen, I looked up at him and gave him a flirtatious wink, then swallowed
the essence . Swallowing his semen in front of everyone gave me a strange kind of excitement.
Just as I zipped up his jeans, the movie ended. All the lights in the theater came on, and
the audience began to leave.
Just as I wiped the filth from my mouth and walked arm-in-arm with my son out of the theater,
I heard a couple behind me talking .
"That woman in the black dress over there, that was the couple not far from us. Look, the woman seems
much older than the boy!"
"Yeah! They were just..."
Hearing others talking about my son and me, I felt both ashamed and anxious, but I
clearly .
"That woman in the black dress is pretty, but she looks like she's over 30, right?"
"Yeah, right! That boy's probably still in high school. How chaotic society is these days!"
"Stop talking, don't let them hear! What should we eat later?"
Hearing their comments, my heart, still brimming with tenderness and affection for my son, felt like it had been doused
with cold water. My son turned to yell at the gossipy couple, but I pulled him back, preventing him from
exploding. I quickly took his hand and we hurried out of the movie theater
. The streetlights were just coming on, and it was already dark.
My son and I walked hand in hand down the bustling street, heads down, no longer possessing the
bold arrogance I had when we first left home—the kind that didn't care what the world thought, as long as my husband didn't send a message.
We were met with strange looks from pair after pair of eyes, a stark contrast to our age. I suddenly felt
incredibly dejected. Although I still had my charm, I was, after all, past my prime. Even without
the constraint of her husband, my son and I still can't boldly declare ourselves an enviable couple like other couples .i=80>Lover. This is truly heartbreaking for a woman like me who strives for perfection. My son remained silent as well.

He heard the couple's conversation clearly, and perhaps he too was considering the future of his relationship with his mother
. The naive son, too, hoped to be envied by others after possessing his beautiful mother.
But setting aside the taboo subject of incest, the significant age difference between him and his mother meant they wouldn't be
socially , leaving no outlet for his pride in possessing her.
We walked aimlessly, each lost in our own thoughts, remaining silent
.
Suddenly, a car roared past like a gust of wind, the force of the wind
whipping up my thin skirt. Instinctively, I realized I wasn't wearing underwear and quickly pulled away from my son's hand to press
down
the fluttering hem. My son, like a loving lover, immediately shielded me with his body and gently covered my bare bottom, exposed by the skirt.
My son's warm, large hand, devoid of its usual desire for a woman's body, pressed tightly against my white
buttocks, covering my shame. His warm palm conveyed respect for me, his mother, and
boundless love for the woman who had given him everything.
I adjusted my skirt, but instead of pushing away his hand, I placed my own behind my back,
pressing it tightly against the back of his hand. Let our hearts, mother and son, be firmly intertwined through the physical contact!
In that instant, I suddenly wanted to announce to the whole world that I would be my son's woman! I
didn't care !
Under a bright streetlamp, we stopped. I pulled my son close and began kissing him passionately.
"Baby! Do you love Mommy?" I asked tenderly, looking into his melancholy eyes.
"Yes! Of course I love you!"
my son answered resolutely.
"Really?"
I pressed.
I lifted my son's handsome face to examine him closely—what a handsome young man!
The happiness was so close, but I still wanted him to tell me for sure!
"I, Yang Yang, swear I will love my mother, Wang Yan, for the rest of my life! I will never let her down. I will be the man she can
rely !"
My son suddenly swore to me solemnly.
"That's enough! Darling! Mom also wants to be the most important woman in your life!"
Under the lamplight, my son and I were reflected tightly together, inseparable.
Epilogue
"Yang Yang, what time is it? Get up! Hurry up! Otherwise you'll be late!"
I put the soy milk and fried dough sticks I just bought on the dining table, knocked on my son's bedroom door, and urged him to
get up .
Then I went back to the bedroom to wake up my sleeping husband.
"Old Yang, you should get up too. You have to catch the train for a business trip later! Get up quickly!"
My name is Wang Yan, I am 40 years old, and I am an ordinary bank employee. This morning was as ordinary as ever.
Because I am destined to be busy for two important men in my life, and I am used to this busyness. Because they
are my everything!

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