A woman who indulges in lust while her husband is away on a business trip

"Ah, this feels so good, Yahiko, how can this be?"

In short, my body felt like it was floating in the sky, without any support. When any part of my body was touched, I felt no pain.

Where did Yahiko learn this technique? What are kids doing these days? I have no idea.

Suddenly, something like an electric current surged from Yahiko's soft hands—that's what my mind, which had lost all ability to think, perceived.

His fingers moved from my side, my chest, and then from my neck to my breasts, definitely crawling back and forth irregularly. Sometimes touching, sometimes not, a gentle touch, truly like running back and forth. Thinking of this, I tightly pinched my nipple with one finger and started kneading it, which felt very good.

(That's it, that's it, a little harder!)

Thinking this, I released my nipple and then the fingers crawled from my abdomen to my legs.

Although I wanted him to return to my nipples quickly, he lingered between my outer thighs and waist, showing no sign of turning back.

Of course! His other hands weren't stopping either, caressing other parts of my body.

The sensations varied depending on where my fingers touched, and this was the first time I'd felt such a sensation on my side. I'd read that everything about a woman's body consisted of erogenous zones, but I just lacked the opportunity to actually experience them.

My husband—five years older than me, forty-one this year—works in the computer field. Perhaps because it requires so much mental work, his only pleasure is going for a drink before coming home from work; he treats home merely as a place to sleep. After getting home, showering, eating, and saying "sleep," he hides in his room and soon falls fast asleep. Seeing him like this…

(Ah, work must be so tiring.)

I had no choice but to accept it.

Yes, he's been like this even before we got married.

My husband joined his current company after graduating from a national university specializing in precision mechanical engineering. Due to technical guidance, I often have to travel to various parts of Southeast Asia for work. When my husband and I held our wedding ceremony, just like the congratulatory messages from his classmates and friends, he was an overly serious man.

—Don't you even know how to make a baby? If you don't know, you can always ask us. We will definitely drive over and carefully teach you with our hands and feet, using all the gestures.

When Ya-hiko was born, the friends who came to congratulate us joked, "You know, you got pregnant during your honeymoon, which really surprised us. This is probably the first time you've seen your own penis erect..."

My husband has almost no interest in sex. The first night we made love, he didn't even know where the entrance was; he just randomly inserted and inserted into my vagina, as if he thought the whole area below the slit was the entrance. Therefore, I had to use my fingers to grasp my husband's penis and guide him to the entrance.

Having a husband like that, he showed absolutely no pity for how to caress the whole body or fondle the nipples. If there wasn't any lubrication, he'd use saliva instead, and then just insert it.

Our intimacy was unbelievably infrequent, once a month, or three times every two months. Therefore, even after sixteen years of marriage, the number of times we'd had sex could be counted on one hand.

Unlike such a husband, our son, Ya-yan, was incredibly skilled.

Just playing with him made me feel like I was floating on air.

His technique truly amazed me.

He would rub the fleshiest part of his palm above the pubic bone, occasionally pressing down with a vibrating motion. Just that was enough to make me feel something. He would use his fingers to subtly vibrate my inner thighs.

That kind of technique, no matter how much he did it, only made me feel like an electric current was flowing through my entire body.

Vibrating my inner thighs with his fingers made all of a woman's sensitive areas resonate.

"Ah, this is amazing, Ya-Hsiang, this is amazing! Why is this happening? Why?"

An unbelievable pleasure overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.

Mixed with Ya-Hsiang's frantic breathing, my lower body cried out playfully. What a shy sound!

A sound that perfectly expressed a woman's desire. Hearing that sound made my whole body burn even more.

Suddenly, Ya-Hsiang's fingers entered the entrance her husband couldn't find, and not just one finger, but her index and middle fingers, both inserted simultaneously.

"Ouch!"

Although what I had been waiting for had finally come true, the sheer force of his performance had already made me feel like a wild horse.

My two fingers were instantly and clearly trapped between the inner walls. Ya-Hsiang's fingers lightly touched my cervix, then pushed upwards in one go. Then, the fingers separated, and the two fingers began to move wildly. It closed tightly one moment and opened the next, my vaginal walls seemed to be treating the fingers as a penis.

(This isn't Yahiko's penis, it's his fingers!)

Despite my urging, my vaginal walls wouldn't obey my commands, defying my will and locking the fingers tightly inside.

Against my will, my body demanded the final thing, which I couldn't stop.

"Hurry up! Hey, Yahiko, hurry up, hurry up and insert Yahiko's penis, please!"

These words weren't the words of my former self.

Something as hot as fire rushed in and reached the place where hot water was gushing out. It really was Yahiko's penis, and my vaginal walls excitedly cried out.

—It's coming, it's coming…

It stirred repeatedly.

My vaginal folds rotated on their own, tracing Yahiko's penis, surrounding it, clamping it, rubbing it… making a big rotation. As a result, the pleasure gradually increased, and Yahiko and I embraced each other, rolling around on Yahiko's bed at the same time. Fortunately, my husband was away on a business

trip to Manila that night. The first time I let Ya Yan's penis penetrate me was amazing! His technique was like a cannon shot. Finally, I decided I could stop relying on my husband. I know it was a taboo relationship; who wouldn't care about having an affair with their own son? Perhaps it's like being possessed by a demon. But, the relationship we had was a natural development of a mother-son love story. I just want to say that at that time, Ya Yan and I felt absolutely not driven by evil intentions. It happened shortly after Ya Yan entered high school. Perhaps it was because entering high school brought a sense of relief, but Ya Yan, who rarely watched TV before, started watching late-night programs. My husband was already fast asleep, which I found unsatisfying, so I wanted to have coffee with Ya Yan and went upstairs to see him. It was almost midnight, and since tomorrow was Sunday, I felt more relaxed. I noticed a strip of light shining from Ya-Hsiang's room in the hallway. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the door was slightly ajar. A mischievous impulse struck me, so I peeked inside, and what I saw startled me. Ya-Hsiang was watching a naked woman on television while masturbating.

Covered in sweat, I saw his penis. My immediate urge was to run downstairs. So, I tiptoed down and sat on a chair in the kitchen, my emotions a jumble of complex feelings.

I suddenly realized that Ya Yan had grown up, and he too had his worries. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Ya Yan.

To be honest, I remember masturbating frequently when Ya Yan was his age, imagining my favorite rock singer or a male senior in school. Who was Ya Yan imagining? I didn't know, but as his mother, I felt incredibly sorry for him.

Desire flowed naturally, unrelated to liking or disliking. Even so, he had no one.

Thinking of this, I felt even more love for Ya Yan, and an urge to rush up and hug him tightly.

But I couldn't. Ya Yan would feel incredibly embarrassed. The thought of being caught masturbating might sever our mother-son relationship.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink.

My husband's loud snoring made me very angry, and I also resented that he was completely unaware of our son's troubles.

The so-called "mother's memories," to most people, might be seen as my carelessness, but considering the development of my relationship with Ya Yan, it's more accurately described as "beautiful memories."

"Ya Yan, is there anyone you like?"

I asked Ya Yan quietly, in a nonchalant tone.

"Someone you like? You mean a girl?"

Ya Yan asked.

"Yes, a girl. You go to school together, there must be many cute girls!"

Ya Yan was having stomach cramps at the time, and if a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind, I might want to lie down on Ya Yan's bed with him. However, to soothe his aching stomach, lying on his bed together was a natural thing to do. Then we covered ourselves with the blanket up to our knees. If we put our hands under the blanket, there would be gaps, and a cold draft would get in.

Ya Yan had asked me to lie next to him; he shouldn't have had such intentions. I didn't have any wicked thoughts either, and so it just naturally developed like this.

"There are no cute girls, they're all ugly."

"Oh, stop talking nonsense. There is, isn't Masako cute?"

My hand continued to stroke Yahiko's belly as he lay flat on the bed, feeling that he was already exuding a manly scent.

"Masako? That girl is Yukio's girlfriend."

"What? Yukio's?"

Okawa Yukio was not only intelligent but also very handsome, and he was the class representative in Yahiko's class.

"Then, even if you like her, it's not okay, Yahiko."

"It's okay, that girl looks a lot like Mom?"

"Me? You mean Masako's mom?" "

No, I mean you, you..."

"Ah, you mean me!?"

After Yahiko said that, I also felt that they were indeed very similar. I had seen that girl in the classroom several times, during school visits.

"Therefore, although I like him, I can't compare to Yukio. That guy said they went to see a movie together, but that's a complete lie

. I heard they went to a hotel to have sex!" Yahiko's expression was one of great pain. Even though he said it in a cheerful tone, as his mother, I knew it was incredibly painful.

"Going to a hotel to have sex? Is that true?"

Without warning, my hand suddenly touched Yahiko's penis on his pajama bottoms, and to my surprise, it became very hard.

"Ah..."

I don't know if it was me or Yahiko who cried out; it seemed like we both cried out at the same time.

Yahiko seemed very flustered, trying to press it down with both hands. However, when he reached out, my hand was already on top of it, and finally, his hand overlapped with mine.

I was equally surprised. I wished I could pull my hand back immediately, but there was no way, so I could only quietly place my hand on it. Perhaps stimulated by my hand, I felt Yahiko's penis suddenly become erect.

He wanted to say something, but he was already incoherent.

Ya-Hsiang pressed my hands down with both of his, then buried his face in my chest shyly, as if too embarrassed to look up.

The girl who looked so much like me—was this the object of Ya-Hsiang's masturbation? When I made that conclusion, Ya-Hsiang became incredibly cute.

"Hey, Mom can also replace Masako. Mom feels so bad when she sees Ya-Hsiang troubled. Come on, it's okay..."

"Mom..."

Ya-Hsiang's hands, which had been pressing down on my hands, wrapped around my waist and hugged me tightly.

(Ah, I'm not a good mother, I can't do this with my own son...)

I kept reflecting on myself. Although I knew it was all wrong, I was already hopelessly addicted.

I wanted to shake off this so-called wrong feeling, but the woman inside me suddenly raised her head and whispered, "Why not? As the substitute for the girl Ya-Hsiang likes, it's Mom's responsibility to eliminate her son's troubles!"

These words made me determined. Ya-Hsiang is Ya-Hsiang. I tightly hugged his penis inside his pants, rubbing it against my abdomen, and it began to tremble.

Even as a mother, her physical structure is still that of a woman. The thought of his first encounter with a woman, his manhood pounding wildly, being pinned down, made Yahiko restless and eager to act immediately.

"Hey, I'm not your mother. Just think of me as Masako, the girl you like. Do whatever you want with me. I'm not your mother, I'm Masako..."

These words weren't meant for Yahiko, but perhaps they were most appropriate for himself.

3

"I'm Masako, not your mother."

Yahiko was speechless at my words. I was now playing the role of Masako, not my mother. This shift in feeling was unique to me, and I arbitrarily assumed that Yahiko felt the same way.

Yahiko placed his hands on my chest, reminding me of the hands that used to play with my mother's breasts, hands like red leaves, and then kneaded my shirt. The 36-year-old woman, who hadn't had sex with her husband for several months, was instantly aroused by Ya-yan's burning hands. Her whole body burned, and she knew her breasts were swelling and hardening, her nipples protruding.

"Mom...Mom..."

It wasn't Masako; Ya-yan came over and begged his mother. At that moment, I was surprised that I had told Ya-yan I was Masako; I had completely let go.

"It's okay, do whatever you want. You want breasts, don't you?"

So, I unhooked my bra and pulled my breasts out myself, just like I used to let Ya-yan's lips suckle.

"Ah..."

A sound involuntarily came out of my mouth. It wasn't the silky smooth tongue of infancy, but a somewhat rough one.

So, it wasn't just the force of sucking; as Ya Yan rotated his tongue around my nipple, a tingling sensation traveled to my vagina between my thighs. As I savored the almost audible pleasure, Ya Yan hungrily suckled at my breasts. I knew that as the waves approached, hot love juice seeped out, reaching my thighs.

Perhaps I would be ridiculed, scorned, or questioned for having such a mother, but no matter the criticism, I wasn't prepared to explain myself. There was no doubt about the pure love between Ya Yan and me.

I also clearly understood that I was his mother, but I was also a woman. He also knew he was someone else's son. But Ya Yan was also a man; besides mother and son, there was the identity of man and woman. If they weren't men, if they weren't women, even if they were embracing, the passion wouldn't be so intense.

Whether I took off my clothes myself or Ya Yan helped me, I can't recall now; it was just that a man and a woman were both intently wanting to touch each other's bodies. When I realized it, the naked man and woman were already tightly embracing, letting out cries of pleasure.

Just as her husband had found the entrance, Ya-yan also had his erect penis around it.

"Mom... Mom..."

he kept calling out to me.

I grabbed his penis with my fingers, found the right spot, and lifted my hips. The feeling of that steel-hard pillar "hiss!" during penetration was indeed a pleasure that only men and women could experience, something that a mother and son could not understand.

After penetration, Ya-yan immediately pulled his penis out. In those two or three seconds, the intense stimulation at the moment of withdrawal made me feel extremely satisfied.

Exhausted, Ya-yan pressed his entire body against mine. But with Ya-yan panting heavily, I didn't know what to call him. Any random word might hurt him.

"You're amazing, Ya-yan!"

After considering everything, that's what I said.

I patted Ya-yan's sweaty buttocks with a "good boy, good boy" gesture. Ya-Hsiang's shrunken penis remained inside me.

"It's okay! I'm Masako, don't worry about it!"

I said.

Ya-Hsiang seemed afraid I would see his face, burying his face in my neck, but he didn't seem to want to get up. What was he thinking, experiencing a woman's body for the first time in his life? He must have been very concerned.

But, as expected of a young boy, as soon as I noticed, his shrunken penis inside me rose again. To help, I rubbed Ya-Hsiang's back and buttocks, and kissed his neck and other areas. As a result, there was a quick reaction, and his penis inside me immediately swelled and became erect again.

"Wow, Ya-Hsiang, you're so energetic! Keep it up!"

"Mommy...more..."

Probably thinking that his penis had become thick again and I would be unhappy, he looked at me with a confused expression for the first time.

It seemed that there was no longer any need for me to play the role of a substitute for Masako in front of Ya-Hsiang. Ya-Hsiang, who was looking at me seriously, was indeed my son.

"Yahiko, you're a grown-up now, and Mom is so happy. If you need anything, just let me know. If Mom needs you, I'm always willing to play Masako's role for you."

"Whether it's Masako or not, I love Mom. Masako is just like Mom. Mom is the best!"

"Ah, that's all. This time, don't pull out so quickly like before. Slowly twist your waist!"

Yahiko smiled for the first time.

With his waist only a little distance away from me, Yahiko said, "Mom, it feels like something's coming out?"

His folds of flesh surrounded Yahiko's penis from all sides, making it difficult to pull out. So, it was assumed he had to pull hard. This feeling was incredibly comfortable, an experience I'd never had with my husband, and it made me very happy.

"That's right, it's like this, it seems like Ya-hiko is trying to pull it out?"

"Hmm, it seems like it's locked inside?" "

Then, try pressing slowly, bring your waist closer to Mom."

Ya-hiko already treated me as a friend, so he seemed very relaxed. When he slowly brought his waist closer to me, he inserted his penis into my body again.

"Wow, Mom, it feels like it's filled up, what is that?"

"Really! Is that so? Mom's body has suddenly become a precious object, the best thing is that when I exert force, I feel a pulling sensation, and when I insert it, I feel it too, Mom is so happy, this is a great discovery!"

"Ah, it feels so good... so good..."

"Mom feels the same way, Masako feels it too... please insert it harder, please!"

Ya-hiko looked very confident, and inserted it all in one go, filling the remaining space, my uterus was violently impacted as if it were tilted.

"It feels so good... Ya-yan... Yes, yes, just like that, thrust in hard..."

Ya-yan made "oh, oh" sounds, repeating the motion for a long time.

Finally, we both moved together, so I said to him, "Wait, let's do it together!"

At the last moment, we both trembled and reached orgasm. From that night on, my happy newlywed life with Ya-yan began.

4

I kept going to Ya-yan's room, which seemed to arouse my husband's suspicion. Even so, he wasn't the type to specifically come up to check on us. It seemed that company matters required considerable mental effort, and he remained as usual.

"You just ignore me like this? What kind of wife is like me? Do you think you married a good wife?"

I once complained half-jokingly, but that was my husband's response.

"I'm physically and mentally exhausted; I don't have the energy anymore."

"I understand. I won't have any expectations of you anymore. I'm prepared to rely on Ya-yan to live."

"Is that so? Ya-yan has a future. Take good care of him, help him get into a good university, and then quickly marry a good wife so you can enjoy your grandchildren."

"That's it! Let him get into a good university."

Suddenly, saying this made me very unhappy.

The words "marry a wife" deeply stung my heart, and I felt that day wasn't far off.

In five years, Ya-yan will be twenty-one. I imagined Ya-yan's posture when he went to work, surrounded by many young and beautiful women. At that time, Ya-yan would also be distrustful of our relationship, and he would definitely refuse me entry into his room. That's how things would turn out!

If I married a wife, how would I face him? How would I get through each night? And by then, my husband would be increasingly ignoring me. And I would become a woman abandoned by my husband and son. What would I do then?

Although the thought of the future truly frightened me, I only realized it then.

This matter had indeed impacted Yahiko.

"Hey, Yahiko, what should I do when you get married someday?"

"I don't want to get married. Mom is enough. I don't think there's a woman as wonderful as Mom."

In fact, Ya-yan wasn't old enough to get married yet, and his words made me very happy.

"Even if Mom becomes a wrinkled old woman?"

Ya-yan said playfully, "When Mom is fifty, I'll probably be thirty. We'll spend our old age together, don't worry too much!"

I happily touched Ya-yan's cheek.

Why didn't we kiss? When Ya-yan was infatuated, he found my lips and wanted to kiss me, but I refused him for that. There wasn't a clear reason; I just wanted to keep my lips firmly closed and not let him touch them.

I used to feel very empty. My husband, as usual, still came home drunk and went straight to bed without eating. After hearing his snoring, I sneaked into Ya-yan's room.

When I tried to teach Ya-yan, he found it very annoying and stripped all my clothes off with his hands.

"Come on, bend your arms."

"Come on, lift your buttocks a little higher."

It was as if they were opposing sides, Ya-yan said to me. I also intuitively felt like a girl younger than Ya-yan. Although I did as he said, for a moment, I felt incredibly happy.

Ya-yan, using my arm as a pillow and playing with my breasts, seemed to be sound asleep, so I felt especially pleased.

"Ah...so comfortable...so comfortable..."

I murmured louder than usual, completely lost in ecstasy. Ya-yan said he would give me a sexual massage he'd learned on TV, a kind of comfort that words couldn't describe. I hoped he could prolong the massage and apply more pressure, but he changed positions and hesitated to take the next step.

I was getting impatient, and then he suddenly started again—the repeated movements instantly aroused my erogenous zones; even a slight touch with his fingers, a breath of hot air, made my whole body tremble.

The room was completely dark.

We were covered up to our faces with blankets, enjoying our pleasure under the covers. To avoid waking my husband, I hid under the blankets to prevent any sounds from escaping. However, this was the origin of the disaster. My husband, who woke up in the middle of the night, seemed to realize he hadn't eaten dinner and, perhaps unable to bear the hunger any longer, suddenly ran into Ya-yan's room.

"Ya-yan, what's wrong with Mom?"

my husband asked. "Wife, weren't you sleeping over there? I heard you moaning."

I was startled, my whole body pounding. Luckily, the room was completely dark, and my husband didn't know where the light switch was.

"Mom, here she is!" Ya-yan said.

I was absolutely doomed. The two of us were lying naked on our son's bed. Even if my husband was still half asleep, he could probably guess what had happened!

"Ah, no, I'll lie down for a bit, and before I knew it, I think I fell asleep..."

I blurted out, hoping things would go more smoothly.

"No matter how I call her, she doesn't answer. Anyway, I need to get something to eat; I didn't have dinner last night."

"I called you to eat last night, but you said you didn't want to... Anyway, I'm going right now, right now..."

My husband was just one step away from entering the room; there should be a desk lamp on the table. Even if I don't know the light switch, as soon as I turn on the lamp, I'm doomed.

After my husband finished speaking, he went downstairs. We were completely oblivious to the sounds he made downstairs, upstairs, and opening the door; we were completely lost in our own world.

"Mom, hurry up and get dressed, hurry up..."

Ya-yan urged me as I put on my pajamas. I didn't even have time to find my underwear; I just put on my skirt and ran downstairs with a sleepy look on my face.

"Wife, why are you sleeping in our son's bed? It'll disturb his studies!"

My husband's voice came from behind. Standing in the kitchen, I didn't see his facial expression at all.

"I just lay down for a bit, and I don't know why I fell asleep..."

I'm a bad mother, a bad wife, but I need Ya-yan. For Yahiko, it also seems that I, as a mother and a woman, am needed.

I don't know how things will develop in the future, nor have I thought about it. I'm just enjoying the happiest moment together. What punishment will this sin bring? I've long been aware of this. But right now, these are the happiest days of my life.

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