The story of a mother with misbehavior

"You really can't go, darling?" "I want to go, Anna! But I have two clients scheduled to meet today, I might be busy until the early hours!"
"No, no, no! It's not your fault, Luo! Daniel's birthday is Thursday, and I only found out last night that he's planning a birthday party this weekend! He sounded so adorable on the phone, like a spoiled brat begging for a birthday cake, so when he asked us to come, I just couldn't bear to refuse!"
"Okay, I won't say anymore! Tell Daniel I love him, and I hope he drinks less!" "I won't say anything more either, I'm busy tonight! It might take six hours to get there!" "Oh! How about a couple of drinks?" Luo raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile: "A couple of drinks, okay?" After he finished speaking, he put on gloves and walked around the kitchen table, whispering in my ear, "And you know what our after-dinner entertainment is like!" When we kissed goodbye, his hand went up from under my skirt to my thigh, his fingers pressing tightly against my mons pubis, the friction through my underwear arousing me all over! I reluctantly pushed him away forcefully: "Look what you've done! Don't come home drunk again tonight! I haven't had meat in over a week, and if you leave me feeling empty again, I'll make you pay!"
After a passionate kiss, Luo said, "Paying taxes? Anna! You can rest assured, I guarantee I'll be full of energy tonight, absolutely satisfying, and fully 'paying the bill'!"
After giving him another kiss, I went into the room, took a few deep breaths of cool air to calm my passionate heart, then packed the gift I wanted to bring Daniel and set off.
The temperature inside the car rose rapidly, so before getting onto the state highway, I stopped to take off my coat and gloves to make driving more comfortable. The state highway was sparsely populated and unobstructed, perfect for high-speed driving.
Sitting in the new Pentair 300, with the straight road, fast speed, and bright light, driving was incredibly enjoyable and exhilarating. I was rushing to my son's 21st birthday party! He's 21 already! It's unbelievable! Although I'm 40, I still clearly remember my 21st birthday—February 14, 1974.
At that time, Mark and I had been married for almost three years, and Daniel was a happy and lively two-year-old, while I was anything but happy.
I ended the marriage when Daniel was five, and Mark left for another country, and I haven't heard from him since.
So I absolutely do not approve of getting married too young.
Just think about it, can you maintain a marriage in a moving Chevrolet? Eating, drinking, relieving yourself, even making love in the car! Dear readers, could you stand it? The next ten years flew by. I completed my university studies and got a good job. My son and I depended on each other for survival. Because it was just the two of us, we cherished each other even more and became closer.
We developed into not only mother and son, but also friends, and even best friends. We successfully navigated Daniel's rebellious adolescence together.
Then… I often thought to myself that I might never meet a suitable man again in my life! Then Luo appeared—mature, steady, humorous, and reliable Luo!
My accountant, "Old Mr. Foster," retired at the appropriate age, and Luo took over his practice. Within just two quarters, he showed me remarkable care and concern, and I discovered I liked him, appreciating his talent and demeanor, not just a pretty face and a clueless airhead.
Daniel was already quite handsome when Luo and I got married, and he gladly accepted Luo into our lives. Luo didn't want to be a "domineering dad," and Daniel never tried to establish a "sphere of influence." They respected each other and got along very well, often comfortably watching sports and TV shows together.
Life was wonderful! Okay! To make a long story short, it was simply "wonderful"! I no longer had to grumble or complain about how hard life was, because looking around, very few people could live as comfortably as I did.
While driving and lost in thought, a small problem suddenly occurred to me: I look much younger than 40, not at all like someone with a 21-year-old son in college. So, what will it be like when I introduce "This is my mom!" at a party? I can't wait to find out!
Take music, for example. I'm quite trendy and have avant-garde ideas. Although I mostly listen to old songs on the radio, I'm a huge fan of R.E.M. and U2. Whenever I hear Pearl Jam's incredibly emotional voice, I always tremble with excitement!
Thinking back to high school, one summer, seven of us friends—four boys and three girls—crammed into an old, beat-up car (I forget whose it was) to go on vacation. But we were stopped by the police after only a mile because we were going too slowly, leaving a long, long line of cars behind us.
That weekend, we all huddled together at a campsite, listening to the radio, drinking beer, getting excited, and having sex on a whim, our minds completely blank.
Tonight should be just as fun and exciting! My figure still fascinates many men. I'm beautiful, petite, and have a great figure. I have beautiful legs—how beautiful? Wearing a short mini-skirt, I can make everyone's eyes light up! Her round buttocks looked alluring in her jeans, and her full breasts, though slightly sagging, were still perky and sexy, Luo said. Of course, her waist and hips were a bit thicker because she had given birth, but overall she was still very attractive!
I really wanted to know when my figure would change, like how I suddenly realized I was no longer young. Maybe one day I would find my figure transformed, my buttocks wrapped in a lump of fat, my body like a gasoline barrel, like a typical middle-aged or elderly woman. That would be... ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh! ... Damn! ... Lost in my daydream, I forgot to control my speed. A police car behind me was sirens blaring, warning me to pull over.
I signaled and slowly pulled over to the shoulder. A police car stopped behind me. Before opening the door, the officer checked his hat in the rearview mirror. While he was doing so, I quickly checked myself in the mirror and pulled my skirt up a few inches. "It's not a big deal, right? Nobody's going to die, is they?" I
rolled down the window. The officer bent down and asked for my driver's license to register it. He was tall and young, and I could tell from his uniform that he had a large penis! His name tag read "T. Boyd."
I saw him glance at my chest first, then stare at it intently. "I'm wearing a low-cut top." I thought I was lucky! Maybe I could get through this! To get out of there quickly, I risked losing my seat on the National Women's Association board by giving him a quick, disdainful look, then pleading with him with an innocent, almost tearful expression: "How much was I speeding? Officer! I really didn't mean to, I hadn't been more than half a car ahead for a while, so I let my guard down.
" "You were almost 70 miles over! I spotted you at the last bend, Mom!" "Damn! That 'Mom' is so hurtful!" So, while I was daydreaming, he'd been keeping an eye on me for a while!
"Anna Krest... is all this information accurate?" "Yes, officer, all the information is correct."
The officer walked back to his car, and I saw him talking on the radio and writing something. Damn it! Looks like a speeding ticket is inevitable! I started worrying about how to explain it to my insurance broker.
The young officer got out of his car and leaned against my window, his face so close I could smell his cologne—Aramis, one of my favorites.
He was so close I felt really uncomfortable. A thought popped into my head: I'd rather sit in the back of the patrol car and suck his cock than get a speeding ticket.
"Mrs. Crest..." His voice was stern, but his eyes couldn't leave my chest. "Mrs. Crest! This time I'm only giving you a warning. I hope you'll watch your speed for the rest of your journey." "Thank you, handsome officer! I will."
I gave him my most charming smile: "I promise I will!" "On the other hand, if you're heading east, no matter where you're going, you can't avoid the impending blizzard, that's what the weather forecast says. Be careful!"
Oh my god! How could this happen? I only have myself to blame for forgetting to listen to the Philadelphia weather report before I left home, and Daniel didn't warn me about the blizzard.
"Thank you for the warning, officer!...and thank you for telling me about the coming blizzard..." The handsome officer looked at my thighs, then at my chest, and finally smiled slightly at me, leaving the car window and walking back. "Goodbye! Drive carefully!" "I will!" I drove back into the lane and continued on my way! Until we were half an hour away from Philadelphia, there hadn't been a single drop of rain or snow, but when we finally encountered it, it was a fierce blizzard.
I was almost at Daniel's place, and I considered turning back, but I was already so far from home, so I gritted my teeth and continued on. However, the short journey took over an hour to reach the campus, during which I slid 180 degrees twice on the wet streets, scaring me half to death!
With a sigh of relief, I slowly drove into the campus, parked the car near Daniel's dorm, turned off the ignition, and finally arrived—safe.
That last hour of the journey was absolutely terrible; it almost killed me, and I still feel a lingering fear! Stepping out of the car, my feet immediately sank into about four inches of icy, wet, and cold snow.
Like an escapee, clutching my shoes, handbag, gloves, and coat, I stumbled and half-slipped my way to the entrance of Daniel's dorm building, grabbed the wall-mounted telephone, and dialed Daniel's number.
"Hey!" "Is Daniel there?" "Yes, please wait a moment!" The person who answered the phone placed it on a hard object, the crackling sound piercing the ears, then came from afar: "Hey! You ass! A girl's looking for you!" "Who is it, you idiot!" It was Daniel's voice.
"How should I know, you're a son of a bitch!" "Fuck your father!" Then came "Hey!" "Daniel!" "Mom! Oh!...Where are you?" "Downstairs, come down and lead me through the security door!" "Oh! Okay, I'll call Luo and tell him about the weather, and ask him to tell you to stay home and not come."
"Daniel! Let's go to your dorm first, I'm wet and cold, I can't hold on much longer!" "Oh! Okay, sorry, Mom! I'll be right down!" "Get a few strong classmates to come with you, honey! I brought some goodies in the car." I
went through the second door so Daniel could come downstairs and see me as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. This university has a very comprehensive security system for its student dormitories, so although the campus isn't in a prime location, I don't mind. After all, student safety—including my Daniel's—is the most important thing! I'm standing in one of four student dormitory buildings. Daniel has lived here for four years, but only this year was he assigned to the best dormitory area, reserved for athletes and upperclassmen.
Daniel's room has a large living/dining room, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. Daniel has three roommates: Brian is an upperclassman, and Stephen and Tom share a room, both underclassmen. They're members of the same club and seem to get along quite well.
The elevator doors opened, and Daniel and two unfamiliar boys stepped out. Daniel led me through the security doors, and as soon as we entered, I gripped my son's hand tightly. "Hi! Honey, how are you?" "Great, Mom! I can't believe you made it through such a strong snowstorm."
"Yeah! It wasn't easy, honey! Could you come up to your dorm and change into some dry socks? My feet are freezing. The keys are here, and the car is parked in row 20, cell 2 or 3."
"No problem, Mom! We'll be right up!" They headed towards the parking lot, and just then, the elevator arrived. They stepped inside and quickly tidied themselves up.
As I knocked on the door and opened my dorm room, their elevator arrived. They stepped out with a loud "thud," their belongings hitting the hallway floor.
It was Saturday afternoon, and it seemed Daniel and his roommates were preparing a small party and had already set everything up. The TV was showing a basketball game, the volume low so as not to disturb the stereo, which was playing unfamiliar, melancholic music.
But the biggest pasta was enjoying the snow. With the curtains fully drawn, the view from the fifteenth floor was truly magnificent! Following Daniel into his bedroom, he took out two different pairs of white knee-high socks, smelled them, and then gave them to me.
While we talked, I slipped my hand under my skirt, wiggled my hips, pulled my wet underwear up to my knees, and then peeled it off from my feet. Wearing dry socks felt so comfortable and warm.
Daniel's friends, seeing the two cases of beer and two bottles of brandy, cheered loudly and immediately put the beer in the refrigerator.
Entering the kitchen, I first called Luo to let him know I had arrived safely, then asked if everyone was hungry. After getting their answer, I divided the two large bags of food I had brought into pots and heated them on the stove.
"This is what I brought, guys! There's pasta, meat, and homemade bread. It took me most of the day to prepare it. Come on! Everyone, try it and see what you think!" I shouted! The aroma of cooking must have filled the air, as the young men arrived one after another. Soon I knew I needed to prepare extra sauce and knead more dough.
The crowd grew larger, and I bustled about in the kitchen, serving dishes and constantly slicing bread. Daniel's roommate, Brian, squeezed through the crowd to bring me my second drink and help serve the food to this pack of hungry wolves.
The stereo system blared, and the crowd huddled together, chatting—a truly joyful and heartwarming scene. Brian helped me clean the dishes, and as we washed, we talked about music, school, and the snow. My third drink slipped down my throat without me even realizing it.
When I received my fourth, I knew I'd had a bit too much; I felt a little dizzy. When Brian, while working, inadvertently brushed against my buttocks or chest, I discovered my skin had become extremely sensitive—excited at the slightest touch.
Holding Daniel's birthday cake, I squeezed into the center of the crowd, lit the candles, and as I placed the cake on the low coffee table in front of the birthday boy, I felt Brian's hand touch my butt. While everyone was cutting the cake, Brian and I retreated to the kitchen and opened a second bottle of beer. After working from afternoon to evening, we could finally catch our breath. We sat down to chat, play drinking games, and watch the blizzard outside the window. Occasionally, Brian would invite me to dance, and when he pulled me close, I could clearly feel his erection. We drank until the bottles were empty, and I, emboldened by the alcohol, continued drinking beer.
Later, when I realized I was fatigued and drunk, the crowd had moved on to somewhere else for their party, and the entire dormitory was empty and quiet, like a ghost town, without a single person or sound.
I knew perfectly well I couldn't stay up all night, but I had no clothes to change into. I asked Daniel if he could lend me a t-shirt or a shirt. "Sure, Mom! It's in the second drawer, you choose!" I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my fingers, then went back to Daniel's bedroom. I carefully took off my skirt and bra, hanging them on the hanger. I hesitated about whether to take off my bra, but finally decided that comfort was more important than shame—taking off my bra always made me feel fucking good!
I picked out the cleanest-looking pullover, stretched out my head and pulled it on, stood there and pulled the shirt down hard on my buttocks, turning my head to look at myself from both sides. Wow! It was really short, just enough to cover my buttocks. Looking in the full-length mirror, I could see the white thong between my legs.
Shrugging, I made a face at myself in the mirror, thinking to myself, "Whatever, it's just for sleeping, it's fine!" Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. Brian opened it. "Hi! Anna, I was wondering if there's anything else I could help you with? Please let me know, don't be shy."
I couldn't remember when he started calling me "Anna" instead of "Mrs. Crest," but I didn't want to correct him and just let it be. I stood there, frozen, afraid to move an inch, lest I expose myself.
Brian smiled and leaned against the doorframe, wearing only a pair of blue pajama bottoms that looked like silk, his upper body bare. He had broad shoulders, a smooth, hairless chest, and a strong, muscular abdomen, his four-pack clearly defined like a neatly packed package.
"Where's Daniel?" "He's asleep on the sofa. It's quiet all around, like it's just the two of us, huh?" "Huh? What's wrong, Brian?" "Don't you think you want something?" I knew he was trying to seduce me. If I wasn't mistaken, Brian had been occasionally touching my butt, brushing against my breasts, and even slowly dancing all night—all sorts of actions were meant to tease me.
This brat! I'm old enough to be his mother, let alone the mother of his best friend! Brian was very confident in his performance and seduction, but I knew that if I accepted his advances, I wouldn't be able to face Daniel and myself tomorrow. "Thank you, Brian! That's all." "So you don't want anything, Anna?"
"Nothing at all, Brian! Goodnight then, thank you for your service." "Okay, goodnight Anna! See you tomorrow!" Brian shrugged and smiled.
I don't know why, but lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. The long journey, the blizzard, rushing to make dough, and that damned alcohol—scenes kept flashing through my mind, keeping me unusually awake and restless like a worker ant.
Maybe it was the uneven mattress on Daniel's bed, or maybe it was the rising desire, the palpitations in my body and mind—anything was wrong, I just couldn't sleep! After lying there for a while, I heard the dormitory door open and close, followed by a commotion from the next room. Those sounds only fueled my already aroused desires.
Through the thin wall beside my bed, the sounds of a couple flirting, making love, and a girl's wanton moans pierced my ears without any restraint. My mouth went dry, my body felt hot, I was restless, and I was sweating profusely. My underwear was hot and damp.
I couldn't help but press my ear against the wall and listen until they finished climaxing. A while later, the two left, leaving me alone again with my lingering desire.
I don't know how much time passed before I slowly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep, I was awakened by the sound of water flushing the toilet. Then the bedroom door opened. I thought that perhaps Brian was still persistent and wanted to take advantage of me now, so I pretended to be asleep, still lying quietly with my back to the door and facing the wall. I heard the door close, then the sound of clothes being taken off, and then someone came to bed.
It was Daniel. He quickly fell asleep. He must have drunk too much and forgotten that his mother was sleeping here. After using the toilet, he subconsciously returned to his room and slept in bed.
I pulled the covers over both of them. I knew that unless I woke Daniel up and made him leave, there was no place for me to sleep in the dormitory (except for Brian's bed, of course). So I had to get out of bed before Daniel woke up tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, I turned over and continued to sleep.
Before I fell asleep, Daniel moved his body closer to me. I immediately felt something hard pressing against my back, and then he turned over.
A mysterious force seemed to be tempting me. Secretly delighted, I mischievously turned and pulled back the covers. The reading lamp on Daniel's desk was on, and everything in the room was clearly visible.
Whoosh! Good heavens! Good heavens! Daniel's underwear was bulging like a tent, and protruding from it was the largest penis I had ever seen—my son's! Like a lewd girl, I pulled the covers over myself, then pulled them back up a moment later. Daniel's penis was still so erect it looked like it was about to tear his underwear.
Hesitating for a while, I was finally overcome by intense desire. I reached down to the slit in his underwear and pulled it open to see what was inside. Daniel's penis bounced out of the slit, exaggeratedly erect.
It wasn't just long, it was as thick as my hand. The enormous glans was a deep pink, the foreskin taut and shiny. In all my thirty or forty years, I had never seen anything like it. Thinking back to bathing my son in the past, I couldn't believe he would grow up to be like this. A secret, smug smile
crept across my face. Perhaps the strong air conditioning made him feel cold; Daniel pulled the blanket over himself and turned over. I quickly tucked myself back under the covers, my mind preoccupied with my son's enormous size, making it hard to fall asleep.
Daniel turned again, this time placing us in a spoon-like position, his front against my back, his penis still hard and erect, hanging outside my underwear. I could feel the heat emanating from it pressing against me. I
lay there, afraid to move, until it became unbearably uncomfortable. Then, I nervously twisted and turned, and unexpectedly… unexpectedly, when I stopped moving, Daniel's enormous penis slid between my legs.
Actually, I was already burning with desire: a week without "the taste of flesh," the state sergeant's bizarre fantasies, Brian's deliberate brushes past me and his blatant flirting, the stimulation of alcohol, the sounds of the couple making love next door—all these things combined, layer upon layer, creating a high, burning desire and unbearable loneliness.
Desire and reason battled again and again, but ultimately, I couldn't overcome the burning lust. However, as I moved away and took off my underwear, I even told myself, in a self-deceptive way, that it wasn't my choice, but rather the alcohol's fault! Moving back to my previous position, I let his penis slide between my legs again, and with a slight twist, it immediately pressed against my wet vulva. I could clearly feel Daniel's hard, hot glans pressing against my alluring, fluid-filled opening; with just one movement, it would slide in completely. This situation made me gasp, breathing heavily with excitement!
Gently lifting my right leg, I opened my mouth and slowly pressed my buttocks back, the head of my penis beginning to penetrate. Feeling this, I was so excited and stimulated I almost ejaculated! After a while, I felt his hard, massive member fully inserted inside me.
Daniel was still asleep, but subconscious reflexes led him to reach under my shoulders and caress my breasts, twisting his hips and rhythmically thrusting deeply into me, each time penetrating deeper than the last.
My own son was raping me in my sleep! Oh! God! I love it! I really love this feeling! After a while, Daniel thrust rapidly, moaning softly, then held me tightly and ejaculated inside me, his semen gushing out. The hot, thick semen was so scalding that I couldn't control myself and came too. After ejaculating, Daniel continued to give me a few gentle thrusts, then turned over and fell into a deep sleep, snoring.
Then, I unknowingly drifted off to sleep as well! In my hazy state, I found myself in a distant, unfamiliar, and unknown place.
The weather was a bit strange; it was snowing, yet the sky was clear, and I didn't feel cold at all.
I lay naked with my legs wide open in the back of a Pennsylvania police car. Although I couldn't see the markings, the warning lights on the roof were flashing, and I knew clearly that it was a police car, no doubt about it.
Something or someone was licking between my legs, making me unbearably itchy. I looked down, and wow! A brown state trooper's wide-brimmed hat was covering my lower body. I thought it must be Officer Boyd, wearing the hat, sucking my vulva! What was going on?
I heavily pulled my head back down, gazing at the clear blue sky and the heavy snow falling, intently watching what he was doing. He stretched his tongue out and inserted it into my vagina, his lips moving over my vulva, gently sucking my labia with his lips and teeth.
These actions immediately aroused my desire, making me feel unbearable, and I almost surrendered and climaxed. At the crucial moment, Officer Boyd stopped sucking and moved upwards, and I couldn't help but sob softly. The officer lowered his mouth to suck my nipple, but the hat still covered him, so I couldn't see his face.
Although I was a little disappointed that my vagina wasn't being serviced by my mouth, I immediately noticed him moving his hips forward. I felt his hard, hot penis trembling as he searched for the entrance. I couldn't wait to twist and thrust, and when the head of his penis correctly pressed against my wet opening, the stimulation made me gasp.
Officer Boyd also excitedly groaned, and when he pushed in forcefully and thrust all the way in, he groaned again.
Wow! This feels amazing, absolutely amazing! The officer's penis is so big, it fills me completely, and then he began to thrust heavily in and out of my intensely desireful vagina. Each thrust squeezed my buttocks deep into the car seat, thankfully the seat was very soft and comfortable, otherwise how could my buttocks have endured it? I groaned and begged, "I...I...I...Officer Boyd! I...I...I...harder!" Suddenly, I realized who the officer was. My heart skipped a beat, and I opened my eyes abruptly.
It was Daniel! Under the covers, Daniel was on top of me, staring at me. The scene just now was just a dream, but the sex was real! My son was raping me! "Daniel! Stop! Get off me!" "Come on, Mom! Why didn't you want me to stop last night?" "I...I...I..." Daniel continued thrusting in and out without stopping for a moment, and soon the feeling from last night came rushing back. I had never experienced such a huge thing: "Please, please stop! Son! Listen to me, we can't do this, it's wrong!" "Mom! Please, don't tell me to stop now, please!" Daniel said, thrusting faster and faster. I knew he was about to orgasm! I reached out and held his face tenderly, saying, "Okay, son! Mom promises you!"
In fact, it wasn't just that Daniel was nearing orgasm; I was surprised to find my buttocks involuntarily arching upwards in rhythm with his thrusts. My arms encircled his neck, my legs rose, and I tightly wrapped them around his waist, wanting him to penetrate me as deeply as possible.
I also reached my climax! It was this intense pleasure that killed me. I had never experienced such an exciting orgasm before. I don't know how I would live without such orgasms. I bit my son's tender shoulder tightly to prevent myself from crying out in excitement.
As I tasted his blood, Daniel simultaneously ejaculated inside me! The overwhelming stimulation, tension, and excitement overwhelmed me, and I fainted! I slowly woke up, opening my eyes. The room was dark. I blinked hard, taking a deep breath.
Daniel sat on the mattress, smiling at me, rubbing one end of a warm towel against my forehead, the other end resting on his shoulder. "Wow!" Daniel exclaimed.
I took his hand and said, "Yeah, wow!...You know what? This shouldn't happen!" Daniel nodded.
"I'm so sorry I let this happen, son! It was a mistake. I won't do this with you again."
"Are you kidding me, Mom? I hope it happens often! Whenever I'm conscious, I long to spend this beautiful springtime with you forever and ever!" Tears welled in my eyes. "But, son! You have to understand, a boy's teenage fantasies are just fantasies. A normal mother and son shouldn't do this. I'm afraid it will hurt you!" "I haven't been hurt. From childhood until now, nothing has made me happier than this moment.
Is this hurt? Will you get pregnant?" I shook my head. "Okay, since no one has been hurt, I'll tell you for sure, Mom! I want to enjoy this kind of pleasurable sex with you, again and again, forever and ever!" "No, Daniel! We can't do this again, never!" "But, Mom…" I pressed my fingers to Daniel's lips, shaking my head violently. This shouldn't happen again! I'm really not joking? This won't happen again? God knows… I called Luo and told him I had to wait for the snow to clear before I could go home.
For the next few days, Daniel and I were inseparable, like two dogs in heat. Daniel told his roommate I had a bad cold and was in bed.
I was in bed, but I was healthily wrapped around my son's hot, throbbing body, letting his hard, big cock fully penetrate my wetness! I knew his roommates were curious and wanted to know, "Maybe Brian could guess what happened," but my son and I concealed it perfectly!
We made love on the bed until we were both exhausted, then we cuddled and fell asleep, only to make love again when we woke up! I sucked on his big, beautiful cock until my mouth ached.
Daniel sucked on my breasts and licked my vulva until his mouth was tired.
The most exciting thing was that huge cock, tirelessly hard and erect, standing there, again and again, ready to go at any moment! On the day the weather cleared and I was ready to go home, I got dressed, but found myself feeling empty. I couldn't bear to leave without taking a few sips of Daniel's penis. I squatted down on the floor, pulled Daniel's penis out of his pants, and buried my face in it, sucking and blowing until my mouth was filled with hot, thick semen. 　　 Only then did I feel satisfied and head home.
On the long drive home, I kept thinking about the whole thing. Even now, I still can't figure out "why" it happened. I only know that's how it happened.
You might say that the mother and son must have felt guilty, but you'd be completely wrong. I don't even believe it myself. I felt no guilt at all, and I even felt a deep and intense lust for Daniel. My only guilt was for letting Luo down! My remorse for Luo didn't quell my lust. Instead, when he and his brothers went on vacation to an outlying island, he called Daniel back. The two of us were glued together every minute, constantly sucking, thrusting, and making love until we were exhausted.
Daniel stayed home after graduating in May, only leaving in September to start graduate school. Throughout the summer, I often encouraged him to go out with his friends and date girls his own age. However, every time he went on a date, I would be terribly jealous all night, until the next morning when Daniel climbed into my bed after leaving for work, and we would immediately engage in intense, silent sexual intercourse, only feeling relieved after satisfying our desires.
When Daniel left home in September, I was truly terrified, terrified of losing him! Thank God! Today is Monday after Thanksgiving. After seeing Daniel off at the airport, I've been filled with excitement and gratitude, thanking God that this holiday wasn't just about turkey filling my already…

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