A dutiful mother

As a dutiful mother

, I value my son's daily life and often tidy his room as the best way to understand him.

Until one day, when I was taking his clothes to wash, I found some dirty toilet paper on the floor. I looked closer and found it strange; the stain seemed familiar, like something I'd seen near my brother's and my bed before. That's right! It was my young son's semen.

I'd only just noticed his recent behavior was different; I hadn't realized the son I knew had become a mature man.

Thinking this, I felt a strange pleasure rising in my vagina. Just then, I heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Having made up my mind, I picked something up from the floor. My son had just come out of the bathroom and saw me, standing there awkwardly.

I'd always thought he wasn't very muscular, but he was surprisingly well-built. His hand moved to his genitals, slightly covering them. My son stood at the shower doorway, looking at me.

Then, in a curious voice, I asked him, holding what I was holding, "What's this?"

His face turned bright red in an instant. He was wearing a short bathrobe, clutching the hem, stammering, unsure how to answer.

"Does this look like semen?" I asked, trying to shock him.

He stood there, parting his lips, his face flushing even more.

He suddenly noticed the tissues on the table.

"Is it?" I asked again.

He shrugged, not looking at me…

"Yes… it’s my… semen…" he said, head bowed.

"Good," I said, "I like this stuff. I didn’t realize my son was already an adult."

He looked at me suspiciously. I put the tissues on the table, walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He was a handsome young man, and I suddenly felt jealous of the girls who might be involved with my son.

At that moment, my son said, "Everyone does it."

"Pretty much," I said with a smile.

My face turned slightly redder, and I said, "Want to do something fun with Mom?"

"Mom, you mean… you mean…"

I smiled at my son, his eyes widening, his face turning a deep crimson.

I told him the idea, both provoking and putting him in a difficult position. Before he could answer, I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Mom, are you serious?"

I nodded.

He looked at me excitedly. I threw my shirt on the floor, turned to my son, and said, "Can you help me unhook my bra?"

My son said in a trembling voice, "Yes, Mom."

He stretched out his hands, awkwardly unhooking the bra, and finally managed to get it off after a long time. I turned to look at him; he was covered in sweat.

I let the bra slowly slide down my body to my feet, at which point my son made a gurgling sound.

I slowly bent down and took off my shorts, leaving only a pair of underwear that was too small for me. I went over and half-lay on the bed, looking at my son's bathrobe, which could no longer cover his erect penis.

"My good son, come and help Mom take off her pants," I said provocatively, to further provoke him.

He leaned closer, slowly crouching down, and with almost hesitant movements, carefully removed the last piece of clothing from my body.

My golden pubic hair danced as my pants came off, and I was now completely naked before my beloved son.

I gently stroked my pubic hair with my fingers: "My lovely son, come and possess your mother!"

He moved his hand, trembling as he caressed my thighs. Thinking that the person caressing me was my own son, my vulva involuntarily released sweet, fragrant fluids. My

son moved his hand closer to my hairy vulva, and with clumsy movements, he caressed my labia and played with my clitoris, a strange pleasure surging through every cell of my body.

My whole body went wild, intensely excited, my nipples hardened with excitement, and my legs convulsed violently up and down.

My son then used his tongue to suck and lick my already overflowing vulva.

"Oh! My good son...good son...you're licking me so well...ah...I can't take it anymore...faster...lick me to death...suck my cunt dry...oh my god..."

My son sucked while rubbing my breasts with his hands. I was on the verge of collapse.

After a shudder, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, which my son licked clean. I weakly stroked my son's hair, looking at his face covered in my love fluid, feeling incredibly lewd.

Then I said to my dear son, "Now use your big cock to fill my thirsty cunt."

I spread my legs, and my son hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't suppress his burning desire. He guided his penis to the entrance and thrust in forcefully. With the lubrication of my vaginal fluid, his big cock pierced in effortlessly.

My son let out a pleasurable moan and began to thrust rhythmically back and forth.

"Oh... fuck... fuck me harder... my good son... Mom needs your big cock... hurry! fuck me hard! Ah... Mom feels so good being fucked by you... so good... Mom will always belong to you... ah..."

My son fucked me while rubbing my breasts with his hands, sucking on them and teasing them with his tongue. My nipples, hardened by orgasm, were pounding against me with pleasure, driving me into a frenzy.

"My good son... my good husband... you're fucking me to death... fuck me hard... Mom is willing to die for you... fuck me hard... Mom is coming soon..."

Hearing my moans, my son became excited and worked even harder. After a frenzied thrust, a tingling sensation surged up from his tailbone.

"Mom... I... can't take it anymore... Mom..."

"Good son... it's okay, shoot inside... hurry... shoot it into Mom... Mom... ah..."

With a shudder, a stream of semen shot deep into my wetness. Stimulated by the hot fluid, I also excitedly ejaculated my love juices again, mingling with my semen. Afterwards, the mother and son embraced each other, stroking each other's bodies, and fell asleep in the same bed due to exhaustion.

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