My true feelings about having sex with a boy for the first time

I'm almost 36 years old. The saying "thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" is absolutely true. In recent years, my libido has grown stronger and stronger, to the point that even the slightest stimulation can set me ablaze with desire, making it impossible to control myself. My husband is often away on business trips and frequently seeks a mistress; there are many men around me. However, traditional Chinese morality has prevented me from taking that dangerous step. Whenever my libido rises, I can only suppress it deep within my heart. But my temper is becoming increasingly volatile; people at work are afraid of me, my colleagues are afraid to speak to me, and I feel even more alone and helpless.
I work as a financial accountant at a telecommunications company. My job isn't too busy. Every day I wear old-fashioned clothes and have a dull expression at work. Besides processing invoices for my colleagues, there's not much else to do. During this time, I usually go online. Chatting on OICQ has become my main pastime. There, I rediscovered the feeling of being a beautiful woman 10 years ago; countless male netizens greeted me eagerly, trying their best to impress me. But I've never met any of them in person because online I'm as innocent as an 18-year-old girl. If those young men knew I was almost 40, I'm really afraid of what might happen.
Two months ago, the company gave each of us employees a computer with free internet access. So after I got home and cooked dinner for my 12-year-old son, going online became my favorite thing to do.
One day I met a netizen with a very unique name online. His name was the kind that would arouse you just by looking at it. He secretly sent me a message: "Are you happy with your sex life? Go check out [xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]!"
Curiosity led me to secretly open another window, to the entertainment world, where I discovered the address I had long sought for sexual release. As each piece of erotic literature explicitly expressed my lust, my lower body felt like it was on fire; my uterus contracted, my vagina spasmed, and my underwear quickly became damp. Looking at the obscene content, I masturbated incessantly, repeatedly bringing my body to orgasm with each spasm. That night, I didn't log off until my son returned from evening self-study. I dragged my exhausted legs to bed, my mind still replaying the story, my fingers continuing to guide my fantasies.
The next day at work, many colleagues were surprised to find I looked so beautiful. I think it was because I had satisfied my sexual desires, and I was finally freed from sexual repression. A smile returned to my face, and life began to feel wonderful again.
After getting home from get off work that evening, I hid in my room, took off my clothes, and looked closely at the young woman in the mirror. Although she was almost forty, her figure was still like a young girl's, but with an added maturity. Her skin was as white as jade, and her breasts, though slightly sagging, gave them a weighty feel. And her dark pubic hair was incredibly alluring. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.
After making sure my son had finished dinner, I went shopping alone at the mall. I quickly bought some sexy clothes, lingerie, and a set of high-end cosmetics that I liked.
When I got home, my son had already gone to evening self-study. I was all alone at home again. I took off all my clothes and started to carefully dress myself in front of the mirror. I lightly applied foundation, carefully drew my eyebrows, applied heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, and then tied my hair up with a ribbon! I changed into my newly bought black underwear, put on flesh-colored stockings, slipped on a mini skirt and a tight bodysuit, and put on high heels.
When I stood in front of the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself as the serious person I usually am. I looked at my reflection with half-closed eyes, trying my best to seduce myself with a provocative expression. My lower body quickly became wet again. I caressed my proud breasts, my hand slowly sliding down. I took off my underwear, turned on the computer, entered an entertainment space, and opened one erotic article after another. When I saw so many articles about incest between mothers and sons, I masturbated while fantasizing about the son's face. My fantasies followed the unfolding storylines.
Oh my god! What's wrong with me? My child is only 12 years old, just a junior high school student. Although he's still developing, he's still a teenager. I keep fantasizing, stirring with my nimble fingers, taking me to heaven again and again.
When I reached my climax, I even called out my son's name. I stood in front of the mirror again, looking at the disheveled, dazed-eyed woman reflected there. I couldn't resist the urge again. My God! What a wanton woman I am! Time flies, and before I knew it, my son was home. I quickly tidied my hair and hastily shut down the computer.
I opened my son's bedroom door and saw him sitting obediently at his desk reading. I felt incredibly ashamed. "Xiaowen, is your homework important?" Without even looking up, my son replied, "It's nothing, it's very simple..."
I walked behind him, put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly a masculine feeling jolted me like an electric shock. My son was going through puberty, his height increasing rapidly. I involuntarily let out a soft "uh." My son turned around and looked at me, his eyes filled with surprise. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Looking into my son's innocent eyes, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt. It's nothing, Mom is happy to see you studying so hard. My son looked me up and down in surprise. Meeting his gaze, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear under my short skirt, and my breasts were being pushed up high by my bra. My lower body felt hot and itchy. Sure enough, Xiaowen's eyes were fixed on my firm breasts. I silently cried out in my heart! My dear Xiaowen, touch them! Squeeze Mom's wanton breasts with your hands! My legs trembled, and I felt a lot of fluid flowing from my lower body. I wondered if he had smelled the fishy smell...
"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you dressed like that?" Xiaowen's voice sounded a little unsteady.
"Oh! It's nothing. Mom just went to a friend's party, that's why she's dressed like this." I tried to lie in a calm tone. "Go study! Mom's going to take a shower."
I hurriedly fled Xiaowen's room. I kept feeling his eyes staring at my thighs.
I fled to the bathroom, my fingers touching pubic hair and moist labia, glistening with nectar. Oh, Xiaowen. My right middle finger swiftly slipped inside. Fantasizing about seducing Xiaowen, my finger moved faster, its small fingers skillfully teasing my engorged clitoris. I struggled to turn on the water, silently calling Xiaowen's name. I was completely out of control. I stepped into the bathtub, letting the hot water splash over my skin. I walked to the bathroom door, gently opening it a crack. Beyond it lay Xiaowen's room.
"Xiaowen, come and see Mommy's lewd body!" my heart cried out. My fingers stirred tirelessly, and I reached another climax in a fantasy of incest. Imagining my son holding me and thrusting into me, my juices flowed freely.
The clarity that followed the climax was filled with endless self-reproach and guilt. After changing my clothes, I walked out of the bathroom and into the room. Suddenly, I felt incredibly shameless, and tears silently streamed down my face. I thought, for Xiaowen's sake and for my own, I had to find a man. I was afraid that if I lost control in front of my son, he would look down on me for the rest of his life.
I've made up my mind, I'm going to find a man tomorrow.
A few weeks later, I still didn't look for a man and spent my days masturbating and fantasizing.
One day at breakfast
"Mom, you look so good in that outfit!" Xiaowen exclaimed loudly from behind.
"Really?" I smiled. "I don't know where you learned these silly lies to make this old woman happy."
"It's true, Mom's getting better and better at dressing up. She's much prettier than before!" Xiaowen kept exclaiming.
Oh? How was Mom before? My face seems to be turning red.
你以前一点不打扮，看上去土里土气的，不象我同学他们的妈那样会打扮，现在学会了。看上去很好，不过还是不行。你不会搭配，有时候到土不洋的。不过已经很好了。小文有点兴致勃勃的劲头。
照你说妈妈应该怎么搭配一下呢？我也好奇的问他。
要我说吗？算了，我是小孩子，还用教你吗？小文有点吞吞吐吐的。
说吧！言者无罪！三个臭皮匠顶个诸葛亮嘛！我的耳朵有些发烫了，我竟然很在意儿子的看法。很想穿出儿子最想看到的。
其实妈妈你身材这么好。小文看了我一眼，见我没吭声你身材这么好，该挺的地方挺，该凹的地方凹，不应该用厚衣服裹住。应该尽量展现出来，性感些，暴露些。
蜜汁又从我的私处流了出来，我能感到它们把我的内裤润湿了。这孩子这么小，居然能讲出这种词汇。他到底想干什么？难道他的审美观已经开始注意到女人的身材了？我觉得心开始有力的跳动。那你帮妈妈挑几件衣服搭配搭配，妈妈穿给你看好不好？天啊，我在说什么呀！
小文好象有点口干舌躁的样子。伸了伸脖子ｏｋ！
当我换上小文提我找出的衣服走出来的时候，小文东张西望，不敢看我。
我的子宫又在痉挛，我装做平静的说怎么样，就这样，妈妈能上街？
小文吱吱呜呜的说是不错，只是你的胸罩太大了，胸罩露在外面了。所以看上去有点别扭！
是吗？你这个孩子，妈妈的乳房都露了大半出来，你还嫌大？是不是不穿全部露出来才行呀？一种自己也不明白的，火热的异常感在身体深处流动。好，妈妈今天就按你的意思打扮给你看。
我看见小文有点坐立不安的样子了。脱掉纹胸，穿上儿子挑的白色外套，突出的乳头已搔痒到痛的程度。就这样真空穿上走出去吗？私处火辣辣的，我深呼吸了一下，干脆把内裤也脱掉了。清凉的风轻浮着我的私处。
这样怎么样呢？我走到小文面前。小文有点被我看的不好意思。挺好，就是衣服大了一点，你一走路就波涛汹涌了。
呵呵，你这孩子，说话还真有一套。那好，换件小点的外套。我说著往屋里走。
回到房间，不等门关好，我就用手将私处的蜜汁揩掉。不行了，快流下来了。子宫深处的火热，受衣服磨搽的乳头更加的涨痛！
调了件几年前的一件低领上装。看来自己真的老了，有点发胖，衣服居然有点紧。不过吸吸气，将就的就把衣服套上了。照照镜子，两个乳房被紧紧的挤在一起，显得那么的大，更散发出少妇诱人的韵味。两个乳头小圆点把衣服前顶了两个小圆点。
我重新站在自己儿子面前接受他的审视，啊，小文，看见妈妈的魔鬼身材了吗？想要吗？妈妈给你，你想怎么要就怎么要好不好？我在心里默默的说，用我充满柔情的眼睛看着他。白嫩的乳房反射出旋目的白光。
唔！不错。很好！小文有点放松了，但脸颊比刚才更红。不过还是坐在沙发上。
站不起来了？是不是小文的小鸡鸡也硬了？我的脑海里分析著。一想到儿子的阴茎居然硬了，就更觉得花心深处的绞痛。好想自己用手去摸一下，安慰安慰自己。不行了，要再不制止自己自己要犯错误的。
我匆忙把儿子赶去上学，当儿子走出房门的时候，我瘫软在沙发上了。匆匆用手去安慰我的私处，已经湿的不象话了。不行，啊，我怎么这么淫荡呢？我又痛快的手淫了一次。
打个电话到单位请了个病假。穿着儿子搭配的服装走到大街上，果然，几乎所有的男人都朝我投来色迷迷的目光。他们是否知道我只穿了外套，连内裤也没穿呢？
不行了，肉体强烈的需求不能没有肉体的接触。我挤上了一辆不知开到何处的巴士车，车厢里挤的很，我感觉到男人紧紧靠在我身上的感觉。身体受到男人的抚慰后更加的强烈，我的私处更痒了。我能感到身后男人用他的硬硬的东西顶我屁股的感觉，随着车的颠簸，我被他顶的好舒服，我尽量咬住牙不让我发出幸福的呻吟。突然我觉得一只手开始在我的臀部有意无意的移动。看我没反应，那只手便旁若无人的大胆的撩起我的短裙，开始向我的私处进发。当要触到我那湿漉漉的私处的时候，我突然用手抓住了那只手。
也许是因为第一次，我的反应很紧张，紧紧的抓住那只手。我回头一看，一张年轻的脸映如我的眼帘。
这是个半大的孩子，比我儿子大不了多少。白白的脸上吓的没有血色。我装做很厉害的样子干什么，跟我下车。不由分说便把他拽到车门口。车上的人都看着我们，我尽量装出很平静的样子。
下车后，小孩突然向我求饶姐姐，我不敢了.
说实话，听到姐姐后我突然怒气全消了。我把他领到另一个安静点的地方刚才为什么要那样做？因为姐姐长的太好看了，我忍不住摸了摸！小滑头狡辩著。
哼！好看吗？刚才你用什么地方顶姐姐的屁股啊？我的私处又有些泛滥了。
是我的小鸡鸡，我靠着姐姐的时候，我的小鸡鸡自己硬了起来。小孩低着头轻轻的说。
你多大了？１３岁！我的私处又一次痉挛。１３岁，和我儿子一般大。
突然一种想了解下这种年龄的小孩性能力的想法浮上脑海！
我领着小孩到宾馆开了个房间。
到房间的床上坐好后，我斜靠在床上。大腿连着平伸著搭在床檐，我看见小孩耷拉着脑袋，两个眼睛偷偷的朝我瞟过来，在我大腿处游荡。
唔，看吧！我心里悄悄的说，两条腿又往外分开了一些。我感觉到已经有东西流了出来。你老实回答我的问题，并照我说的做，不然我就把你的事告诉你的父母还有学校，还让警察把你抓走。听见没有？你叫什么，哦，叫马超。嘿嘿，看不出你人小鬼大哦。这么小就想女人了。有没有女朋友啊？还没有？好，你现在把裤子脱了，让我看看你到了交女朋友的年龄了没有。我装做很严肃的样子。
马超颤抖的脱下了裤子，我不敢相信自己的眼睛看见了一条分明是大人的雄壮阴茎怒气昂然的朝我示威。一条凶猛的动物红红的脑袋充满了紫色的血，从那儿可以感受出真正男性欲望的高涨，一根大大粗粗的雄性器官暴露在我的面前，除了几根细细的阴毛外表示他还是个孩子，如果仅凭这更肉棒的话，是无论如何也无法和一个１３岁男孩联系上的，可他的的确确是从这个弱小身躯的小孩身上突出来的。
过来，让阿姨摸摸看。当他走近的时候我突然用渴望的手抓住他那凶猛的阴茎。是如此的烁热，一阵阵的脉搏跳动，显得那么的有力，少年的阴茎在我的抚摩下突突的又伸直了一些，红黑的顶端渗出透明的黏液，少年的嘴里也发出了唔唔的呻吟声。
有没有和女人做过？
没有。少年半眯着眼睛略带享受的姿态姐姐，我的小鸡鸡你握住好舒服哦！不行了，我好渴望这个少年的阴茎插入我的性器官。我再也忍不住了，快，快把你的衣服脱掉。我着急的撕扯开少年的衣服，把他剥的赤裸裸的。
我把他拉的怀里，少年的压在我身上，他的体重给我暂时的慰济。我不由得呻吟了起来。少年的手也开始抚摩的的酥胸，他解开我的衣扣，我的乳房也不甘寂寞的弹了出来。晰白的肉丘，被少年粗鲁的抓捏著，用劲的手给我急于发泄的身体。不断的被揉弄的肉丘，那坚挺的乳头被少年的嘴唇轻轻的吮咬，连续而来的粗暴爱抚，使的我成熟的女体高兴的抖动起来，我的喉咙深处发出愉悦的呻吟，下半身龟裂处流出了大量的媚液，我用手牵引著少年的武器，少年的阴茎顶在我的下体，疼痛的媚肉终于因压迫有了种解脱的快感。少年抬起头，用眼望着我的私处，看我如何把他的阴茎引导进我的秘洞里。阴茎膨胀的顶端贴住黏着，湿润的阴唇窄处，快，快进来我几乎用哀求的语气要求着少年。少年的屁股往下一沉，肿胀的肉唇妖媚般的张开，成熟淡红色的肉壁将阴茎给吞了进去。几乎同时我俩的喉咙都发出了一声满足的声音。
The boy's clumsy, stiff thrusting brought indescribable pleasure; the youthful, powerful impacts and rhythmic movements sent waves of ecstasy through me. After a heavy panting sound from his mouth and nose, he threw his head back and desperately plunged his weapon into my vagina, the glans, like a small fist, pressing against my cervix. Each tremor represented our rising and falling orgasms. The boy pressed his lower body tightly against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure.
As he lay on top of me, I could feel his penis gradually softening and shrinking inside my vagina. Was it over? I asked, "Can such a small child ejaculate?" I pushed him away, and a large amount of white semen and my own vaginal fluid flowed from my vaginal opening—more than I could have imagined. The smell of male semen filled my entire body, further igniting my unquenched desire.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Sister, it feels so good, I ejaculated. I've never felt this good before when I did it myself." "Really? Let me touch it." I grabbed the boy's penis, looking at the pink glans, so cute and tempting, and couldn't resist taking it into my mouth and sucking hard. The boy seemed surprised and groaned happily again. His penis gradually swelled up in my mouth as I sucked, and the boy closed his eyes, his face showing an expression of immersion. I swallowed the glans as much as possible, all the way to the base, the thick glans pressing against my throat, feeling something overflowing from the boy's glans, and my whole body tensed up.
I couldn't resist any longer and pinned the boy down. He lay on the bed, raising his hand to fiercely grasp and squeeze my heavy breasts, which dangled across my chest, making excited clicking sounds. I held his thick, hard penis, aimed it at my vagina, which was about to drip with lustful fluid, and thrust down. An intense pleasure shot from my lower body to my brain. His long penis pressed its tip heavily against my cervix. I felt weak all over, yet unable to pull myself away, so I could only twist my hips back and forth. The boy, in response to my violent movements, thrust upwards repeatedly. The movements became increasingly intense, the pleasure increasingly overwhelming. My son Xiaowen's face appeared in my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was my son Xiaowen below me. I gripped the boy's shoulders tightly. With urgent moans, I demanded he call me "Mom," and the boy, panting heavily, cried out "Mom." It seemed the boy also considered me his mother. The sensation from his hot, hard penis caused my anus to involuntarily react with pleasure. My vagina finally contracted violently, the tender flesh of my vagina gripping the boy's penis tightly. I finally went limp on top of him, collapsing into his body.
The boy wasn't satisfied yet. He roughly flipped me over, turning my wanton buttocks towards him. I was like a bitch, my wet ass sticking out, facing him. A strong sense of shame made me resist, but the boy's small body unleashed tremendous strength. He pressed me onto the bed and thrust his raging penis into me from behind once more. My vagina, which had just reached orgasm, ached from his rough penetration, and his hands cruelly pinched my nipples. I let out painful groans, which only fueled his lust. He thrust violently, and the pain gradually subsided, replaced by increasingly intense pleasure.
Mom, how's my penis? The boy was also very into playing the role of incest between mother and son.
Oh! ~~, son, my dear son, Mommy loves it so much. Quick, quick, fuck me~~~ Mommy, your little hole feels so good, it feels so good squeezing my cock! The boy panted and increased the speed of his thrusts. I knew his climax was coming.
But I didn't want him to rush things, because my pleasure was gradually reaching its climax. I tried to wriggle my hips, trying to escape the intrusion of his penis. My mouth was filled with seductive...
"No! I'm your mother, how can you do this?" the boy pleaded urgently. "Mom, give it to me, quick!" "Give you what?" I asked seductively, looking at his throbbing, red glans, glistening with my white, lustful fluid.
"Give me your hole, I want it!" the boy said eagerly, gripping his thick, erect penis.
"No, you're too strong, it's too much for Mommy. Mommy won't let you have it!" I looked at him with seductive eyes, trying my best to appear alluring. "Mommy, please, give it to me! I'll do anything you want!" The boy pleaded with me almost desperately. Looking at him, I felt a sense of conquering pleasure.
"Let me lick Mom's toes." I proudly raised my fair, tender thigh and stretched my foot out to the boy. Without even thinking, the boy put my foot in his mouth and sucked on my toes vigorously. The tingling, itchy feeling was so strange, so incredibly comfortable.
"No, lick Mommy's here." I pulled my legs out, spread my thighs wantonly, and pointed to my private parts. "Wipe all this water off, and Mommy will let you do it." The boy, like a dog, knelt between my legs, greedily licking with his tongue. My clitoris quickly became engorged under the kisses of his red tongue. His soft tongue tip skillfully played with my clitoris. I groaned loudly, pressing his head hard against my private parts, imagining my son, Xiaowen, licking me. The boy's tongue licked harder and harder, and my private parts and clitoris were also being lightly teased by the boy's tongue, quickly sending pleasure throughout my body. I felt so good, I felt like I was going to die. The boy's hot tongue gave me more pleasure than my fingers. I felt like a person drowning in the ocean, unable to breathe, yet incredibly comfortable, gently rising and falling with the waves. My vagina contracted rapidly again, and my thighs involuntarily clamped around the boy's head. His hands squeezed my breasts, and my whole body tensed up, enjoying the intense pleasure of the orgasm. As I gradually calmed down, I realized that the boy had inserted two fingers into my vagina during my orgasm. No wonder I had such a powerful orgasm.
The boy was eager to penetrate me, but I refused him because my genitals are very sensitive after an orgasm, and it would hurt if I did it again. I pushed him away, and I think I must have been looking at him with that wanton, seductive gaze.
"Mom, please, please let me in, okay?" The boy pleaded, his voice almost begging, as he held his red, throbbing penis.
A feeling of dominating men filled me with pride, and I suddenly despised the boy in front of me. The desire to manipulate men grew stronger and stronger in my mind.
Go, fetch my socks with your mouth. If you listen to Mommy, Mommy will let you do it, okay? I tried to use seductive words to persuade him.
The boy obediently crawled off the bed and brought my stockings back to me with his mouth. I found it hilarious to watch his erect penis sway back and forth. "Come here, let Mommy touch it." "What's this?" I asked, pulling on the boy's penis and stroking it.
"It's a penis, Mom." The boy, with his eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on his face, sucked on my stocking.
Why is his penis so big? Is there something dirty inside? I used my hand to remove the dirty stuff from his penis. I loosened my grip on his penis.
The boy knelt beside me, frantically stroking himself with his hand while his other hand caressed my body and breasts. Soon, he gripped my breast tightly with the hand that had been holding it, squeezing my soft breasts until they ached. Then I saw a stream of white fluid gush from the boy's purplish-red glans, followed by a more forceful ejaculation that sprayed onto my face, neck, and breasts…
Then the boy collapsed beside me, panting, a happy expression on his face.
Young men have amazing sexual prowess. That day, we spent all our time in bed except for meals. When he had the energy, he would be on top of me, and when he got tired, I would rub against him. Honestly, that day was incredibly pleasurable.
We didn't leave the hotel until after 8 PM. When it was time to part, the boy was reluctant to leave. I was also very satisfied with him, so I promised him I would visit him again. I remembered he was a student in Class 2, Grade 8 at Nanjing No. 2 Middle School. In the taxi, we were still very affectionate; the young man's teasing made me think again. Unfortunately, two things disappointed me that day. One was that his home was very close, and the other was that the taxi driver was a woman; otherwise, I might have thought…

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