You fucked my daughter! I'll fuck your son!

My husband and daughter went out. Lately, their relationship has become closer, probably because
I've been too harsh on her! It's brought them closer.
"Mom, what's on your mind?" Jie came in.
My son is 15 this year and looks more and more like his father. Jie sat down next to me.
"Jie, go take a bath!" I've been bathing my son for a long time.
I filled the tub, and Jie was already naked. I glanced at Jie's genitals; the little rascal was limp and drooping. He's
15; he should be fully developed by now! I suddenly wanted it to get erect in front of me.
Jie sat in the tub, and I gently washed his face and neck, subtly moving downwards, stroking Jie's
newly curled fur, and gently picking up the drooping little thing. "So cute!" I thought to myself.
I lathered it with soap and gently rubbed it. Sure enough, the little thing perked up and gradually began to harden
. Normally I would immediately let go and wash other parts of my body, but today I was a little curious to see just
how thick and strong my son's little guy really was. With a mischievous urge, I continued to rub it, gently stroking
the glans rubbing the shaft more vigorously.
My son seemed a little embarrassed; the size of his penis was still a bit unusual for him. A 15-year-old boy is just
beginning to understand these things! Jie's breathing became heavy, and my hand holding the glans twitched. A gush of fluid spurted
out, covering my hand and body.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"So good!" Jie whispered.
I gently patted Jie's gradually drooping member, lightly kissed his cheek, and said, "Our Jie
is a grown-up now!" I continued to wash Jie's body.
Everything came suddenly, and it left just as suddenly. "There wasn't anything particularly wrong; it was just a mother feeling
her son had grown up, and out of curiosity, I wanted to test him out," I thought to myself.
Jie went back to his room, and I was alone, reflecting on what had just happened. My son's strong body
was becoming increasingly alluring to women, and his little thing was starting to grow, though not yet as big as his father's.
What would it feel like to have him inside me? I suddenly realized I was about to fall into the mire of incest.
No! Jie is my son! How could a mother do something so outrageous with her son?
These days, he seems to be getting closer and closer to my daughter, and the two of them often team up against me, trying to keep my son
tightly by their side. I told myself: I've decided to devise a plan to make my son completely devoted to me,
but without committing incest with him—it's taboo!
Two days later, one evening, he said he was going on a business trip, taking my daughter with him for two days.
After dinner, I bathed my son as usual. Ever since that incident, he's always made me
linger on his penis during baths. I always understand and massage it until he ejaculates, but that's all
. He doesn't make any excessive demands, and I don't dare to overstep my bounds. But every time I hold his increasingly
large penis, the pleasure in my hand makes me feel good—a different kind of pleasure, or perhaps a forbidden
fervor!
I changed into pink underwear, pink panties, and a pink bra, and called Jie to my room:
"Give Mom a back massage!" I asked Jie.

He readily agreed, so I sat on the edge of the bed, and Jie jumped onto the bed and started massaging my back.
"A little higher, towards that side... massage Mom!" I instructed.
"Mom, it's uncomfortable with these clothes on, can I take them off for you?" my son suggested.
"Okay!" I let Jie unbutton my collar. She lifted the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over
my head Jie's hand inadvertently touched my breast, and a jolt of electricity shot through me.
To be honest, my husband had caressed my breasts countless times, but I had never felt anything like this. My son's slight touch
gave me intense excitement. I tried hard to overcome my inner impulses, wanting to retain the last bit of restraint in
front of my son.
At that moment, Jie was still massaging me. A strong sixth sense came over me. My son's burning eyes
were peeking at my breasts from behind. I didn't need to look up to know how many tapeworms he had. My son is growing up
. He's started to peek at women's sensitive areas, and he's even learned to spy on them secretly, I thought to myself.
Actually, I'm quite confident in my breasts. I gave birth to Jie when I was 24, and for the past 15 years I've worked hard to
take care of myself. Although I can't fight against time, I still look five or six years younger than my actual age. When my girlfriends are with me,
they all say I don't look like a 39-year-old woman at all, I look like I'm in my early 30s at most.
Although my breasts were no longer firm, they were still full, and my skin remained smooth. My long career as a white-collar worker had taught
me how to maintain my best figure. My sexual desire was so strong; after all, women in their 30s are like wolves, and in their 40s like
tigers!
My son's hands started to wander, his hands, which had been massaging along the back of my bra strap, gradually moved to
my sides , as if trying to embrace my breasts from behind. His hands were so hot, and my body was so burning.
My reason was about to be swayed by desire; I dared not continue down the path of incest, and with all my might, I
coughed. In an instant, my son's hands withdrew.
That was close! Jie's hand had already touched the edge of my bra. If I hadn't stopped him, Jie might have already
grabbed my breasts from behind. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Mom, I'm so sad."
Turning around, I saw Jie's erect penis between his legs, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "
My good son , how about Mom gives you a massage?"
"Okay, okay!" Hearing me say that, my son was overjoyed and lay back on the bed.
I took off his underwear, and his penis stood erect in front of me. I gently parted his legs,
sat between them, and reached out to grasp his budding penis, gently rubbing it. The veins on the penis were bulging
, the blood vessels were clear, and the glans was like a mushroom cap. From top to bottom, my hand slowly moved, gripping his penis
tighter and tighter, trying to hold his thick penis firmly in my hand.
My son's face contorted, a painful yet pleasurable result, the beginning of his first experience with sex,
taught to him by his mother. Gush seeped from the tip of the glans, glistening and shiny as it flowed down. I went crazy.
My heart was pounding.
For the first time, I lowered my head and gently licked the sticky liquid, the semen from my son's body. Involuntarily, I
took his glans into my mouth, gently sucking it without hesitation, as if I wanted to take his entire penis into my mouth
, letting my saliva mingle with his fluids.

His penis was so strong that my mouth was completely filled, his penis submerged in my throat
. I was intoxicated by that moment of excitement. In a daze, my son seemed to embrace me, and I fell into his
arms . My breasts pressed tightly against his strong chest. I was lost, unable to resist that tender feeling!
Suddenly, I felt a chill on my back, and the last vestige of conscience was awakened in my mind. It was my son's hand trying to untie my
bra strap, his cold hand touching my hot skin. I jerked off my son and sat on the edge of the bed
, taking deep breaths to calm myself. His penis was alluring, but the fear of incest
made me hesitate. I couldn't imagine the child I'd carried for ten months returning to my body years later,
to the very breasts that had nurtured him.
In a daze, I felt my breasts being grasped. I looked down and saw my son's hand slipping under my armpits,
kneading my breasts through my bra, even trying to pull it down and slip his hand inside. I twisted and
tried to resist, grabbing his hand to shake him off, but he pushed me down onto my back
, straddling my lap.
I struggled frantically, and my son's strength began to show. He pinned my arms up to
my sides, and my legs were pinned beneath his body, rendering me immobile. A lewd look appeared on his face as he
pressed down on me, attempting to kiss my lips. I desperately shook my head, trying to escape his kiss.
"Jie, Mom begs you, I'm your mother, let me go... ah!" I pleaded softly.
"Mom, I want you, I love you, Mom," my son cried out incoherently, lost in his lust.
Jie had gained the upper hand. He released his grip on me, preparing to unhook my bra. Just then, I
mustered all my strength and slapped my son hard across the face.
My son looked at me in surprise, the flush fading slightly. He stared at me for a moment, then, bewildered,
moved away from me and sat down beside me. I could see resentment on his face—the look of
unfulfilled .
I straightened my clothes, put on my pajamas, and patted Jie on the shoulder: "Jie, I'm your mother.
How could you do such a thing? You're not allowed to do it again!"
"Why not? Mom, I love you!"
"Jie, you need to know that's incest. You and I are mother and son!"
"Then why can Dad and my sister do this kind of thing, but we can't?"
"Nonsense, tell Mom what you saw?"
"One morning I forgot something on my way to class.
When I came back to get it, I passed by my sister's room and saw Dad hugging her through the crack in the door."
I interjected, "So what? Your sister and your dad are always very close. It's nothing!"
Jie said, "You don't know, Dad hugged my sister from behind, just like I hugged you just now," Jie
pointed to my chest.
"You saw your dad put his hand on your sister's chest?"
“It’s absolutely true. Because they were facing away from the door, I could see it clearly. Dad first
held , and after a while, he reached inside her collar.”
I was a little confused. This father and daughter were really going too far. “Jie, tell Mom everything you saw
. You can sleep next to Mom tonight.”

“Another time, when I came home from school, I saw Dad and my sister watching TV in the living room. Dad
was sitting in a recliner, and my sister was sitting on his lap.”
“That’s nothing. Your sister often acts like that with your dad. I’ve seen it a few times.”
“But Mom, Dad was sitting in a recliner, and my sister was sitting on his lap. At that angle, how could Dad
see the TV? And my sister was moving around on Dad!”
“Did you see what they were doing clearly?”
“I couldn’t see clearly because my sister’s skirt was too long, but she seemed very comfortable, humming
softly. Dad’s hand was around my sister’s waist from behind.”
“And then? Did you watch any further?”
"I put my schoolbag down in my room, and when I got back to the living room, my sister wasn't sitting on Dad's lap anymore.
But her face was flushed, she looked quite cute, and she was holding Dad's hand. I vaguely thought I saw something
sticking out of Dad's crotch."
"According to you, they might have been having sex, but it could also just be your sister being
affectionate with your dad."
"Mom, you worked the night before last, right? Do you know
what Dad and sister did in your room?"
"They were being affectionate again, I knew your sister and your dad were getting closer."
"They had sex!" the son suddenly blurted out.
I froze for a moment, before I could say anything, my son continued, "That day you had just gone to work
the night shift, and Dad and my sister went out. I secretly went to your room to watch VCDs. I know you
hide your pornographic VCDs in the closet, so I took two out to watch. I was only halfway through when I heard
Dad and my sister's voices. They were home. I hurriedly took out the discs and hid them back in the closet. Dad
and my sister's footsteps were already at the door. In a panic, I hid in the closet. Just as I closed the closet door, they
came in."
"Through the crack in the door, I peeked out. My sister turned around and closed the door. Dad hugged my sister's chest from behind and played with her
through her clothes. My sister seemed very excited, her breath became soft and delicate, and she let Dad caress her." Dad
was unbuttoning my sister's clothes. She looked so sexy with her top down; her skin was so white. Then Dad took
off her top, revealing a bright red bra. Then, Dad actually knelt down in front of her, lifted her
long skirt , and put his head inside. My sister let out wanton moans, as if in great pain.
"After a while, Dad stood up again, took off my sister's long skirt, revealing her wearing bright red underwear
and snow-white stockings. Dad sat on the edge of the bed, and my sister knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and
taking out his large penis. Dad's thing was so big that my sister actually took it all into her mouth and sucked on it
incessantly. Dad pressed my sister's head down, trying to shove his penis all the way into her
mouth ." "I heard my sister making painful sounds in her throat, her body contorting, her face turning pale, but
she still swallowed Dad's thing until it was all inside her mouth. After a while, I saw
Dad pick my sister up and put her on the bed. Dad finally stripped her of her last bit of clothing and penetrated her."
"Stop...stop...don't say anymore, they've gone too far!"

Knowing about their father-daughter relationship was a huge blow to me. No wonder they were always sneaking around; it turned out they were committing incest
. He was enjoying it, and his daughter was at the prime of her life—truly, keeping the good stuff in the family!

When my son's restless hand reached for me again, as a woman, I
responded to him passionately with my body language. His hand roamed clumsily over my body, and I guided it into my secret place—
a place he had never explored before, the only part of my body he had never touched, even though he himself had
come from there.

I guided his hand inside my pajamas, gently stroking my clitoris through my underwear. He learned quickly,
slipping his own hand inside my underwear, his nimble little hand gently rubbing my clitoris. A wave of intoxicating pleasure
surged from
clitoris upwards, quickly spreading throughout my body, making me incredibly excited, breathless, and trembling. Sensing my pleasure, he rubbed even harder. My clitoris swelled with blood, and the feeling of burgeoning desire swept over me. And
it was my own son doing it for me; the feeling was indescribable.

“Come on, my good son, Mommy wants you, needs you to do it, so…so good!”

My son rolled over and pinned me down. I hugged his head tightly: “Kiss Mommy, quick…kiss Mommy!”
His lips pressed against mine, and I responded quickly, sticking out my tongue and swirling it inside him. We were tightly
joined together, our four lips seemingly glued together. Saliva dripped continuously from his mouth.
The pleasure I felt from incest made me understand the true meaning of their father-daughter union. It was so incredibly exciting!

My pajamas were open to one side, and my son’s hand went behind me to unhook my bra. My smooth and white
breasts were revealed to him. He admired them, then gently encircled them with his hands, taking both breasts into
his hands. He couldn’t put them down, constantly rubbing my bright red nipples. My areolas swelled with excitement, and
he put my nipples in his mouth, as if trying to suck out milk.

Feeling my lower body thoroughly wet, with vaginal fluid seeping from my vaginal opening and soaking my underwear, I gestured for my son
to take it off. When we were both naked, my son pounced on me, forcefully pinning his mother down
. My vulva was already wide open, welcoming my son's arrival, the wetness accommodating his robust penis
.

His hot penis paused briefly at the entrance of my vagina, and I guided him with my hand, his penis slowly sliding
in. The wet vaginal walls tightly gripped his genitals, and he smoothly penetrated deep into my vagina, his penis fully inserted
. Born from my vagina, and returning to my vagina, incest brought me unparalleled pleasure. My

son thrust skillfully, his penis always fully inside me. He also kneaded my breasts
, which were covered in fragrant sweat, my hair disheveled on both sides.

The penis continued to thrust in and out, and the sticky fluid from my mother's genitals flowed down it.
Perhaps because it was our first time having sex, my son ejaculated quickly. I felt a spasm in his genitals, and then he lay weakly on
top of me. My sweat mingled with his, and his once thick penis now hung limply
to one side, covered in the fluid from my genitals—the fluid from my own body, now
selflessly offered to my son.

Suddenly, my son invited me to his class reunion.

"Why are you taking Mom there?" I asked curiously.

“I told my classmates I found a new girlfriend, a middle-aged beauty, but they didn’t believe me, so I
’m going to bring you to meet them!”

“Get lost! Mom won’t do that kind of thing for you! What if someone recognizes you? It’ll be so embarrassing!”

My son walked up to me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. “Mom, please!”

Feeling his heavy breath and his warm arms around my waist, I was honestly quite
confident in myself. Lost in his embrace, I agreed to his request.

That evening, we finished dinner early. My son waited for me in the living room, while I
nervously put on makeup alone in my room. Finally, I changed into my work clothes—the kind that exudes mature womanly charm:
a light gray suit jacket, a white shirt underneath, a short skirt that didn’t go past my knees, and flesh-colored stockings
. At my son’s insistence, I didn’t wear underwear.

When my son and I appeared at the class reunion, it was all male classmates, only eight or nine of them!

His classmates seemed a little surprised to see me; I think they were captivated by my elegant and refined demeanor! They
all applauded in welcome.

The party went smoothly, and my classmates invited me to dance one by one. It felt like I was back in the old days,
the time when boys would chase after me.

My son became the object of my classmates' jealousy. Several classmates were arguing fiercely, seemingly about whether I
was his girlfriend or something. My son's face turned red, and he seemed very angry.

I went over to comfort him, but then one classmate said, "Jie, if she really is your girlfriend,
you two should be affectionate in front of everyone!"

Several other classmates agreed, and I was a little flustered. At that moment, my son suddenly pulled me into
his arms , his lips pressed against my lipstick-covered lips. To save face for my son, I responded to his kiss, letting him
kiss me, letting his tongue enter my mouth and swirl inside.

I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, my son's hands began to slowly caress me through my clothes. Under the watchful eyes of his
classmates, I dared not move. My son's hands became increasingly restless, even moving from the part of my neck...
He reached inside, and the surrounding classmates made lewd noises.

My face flushed red, and I whispered in my son's ear, "Jie, let go, please!"

Jie was unmoved; his hand was already inside my shirt, rubbing against my bra. I was terrified and
didn't know what to do. My son suddenly pushed me down onto a large sofa, his hand reaching under my skirt. Because
I wasn't wearing underwear, his hand directly touched my pubic hair. I couldn't help but plead, "Jie, let me go,
please!"

At this moment, one of the classmates said, "Jie, your mother's thighs are so white!" I suddenly realized that they already knew I was Jie's mother. I had been deceived, and I resisted

frantically . 　　Several classmates came over and held me down tightly. Two of them grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I desperately tried to close my legs, but how could I be a match for the strong young men? My son pushed my skirt up from my thighs to my lower abdomen, and my naked lower body was completely exposed to my son and his classmates. 　　My son frantically unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bare breasts exposed outside my bra. I tried to resist, but my hands were held down firmly by his classmates. His skilled hands reached behind me, and the moment the bra strap was undone, my entire breasts were exposed. I twisted my body in shame and anger. 　　My breasts were played with like toys in his hands, and his classmates' lewd gazes swept over my body incessantly. My son suddenly knelt between my legs, spreading my thighs wide open , unable to cover my private parts. His tongue licked between my labia. 　　I felt waves of pleasure from my clitoris, gradually making my body go limp. My son's mouth was on my vulva , right in front of so many classmates. The pleasure in my lower body caused me to produce a lot of vaginal fluid, which my son kept sucking into his mouth . He didn't care about the wetness of my lower body at all, so much so that when his penis suddenly entered me, I let out a lewd sound. 　　"Fuck me, my good son, harder, fuck me..." came intermittent moans. 　　For the next while, I enjoyed the combined service of my son and his classmates. I had a penis in my mouth, sucking it constantly; I held a penis in each hand, masturbating two boys; two other boys ' hands were kneading my chest, my high breasts being played with and squeezed like toys; a little boy was kneeling beside my left foot, kissing my toes; and my other thigh was being kissed by a guy who licked my thigh through my stockings; my son was thrusting between my warm vulva, the friction of his glans against my vulva producing a "plop" sound of vaginal fluid. 　　How exciting it was, having sex with eight or nine boys at the same time, and one of them was my son! I was intoxicated by the sea of sex. Boys kept ejaculating, their semen spraying onto my face, breasts , thighs, and vulva. My hair fell to both sides, sticking to my head, neck, and face, indistinguishable between semen and sweat. 　　Until they all ejaculated, at least three children had ejaculated in my mouth, my mouth was almost covered with various kinds of semen, which I swallowed—it was the essence of boys! Semen kept gushing from my vagina, and my body was covered in sticky fluid and saliva. 　　My son sat in my lap, his little thing dangling to one side. I lowered my head and took his entire penis into my mouth. My son mumbled indistinctly, "Mommy is so amazing, Mommy's vagina is so amazing!" 　　When the party ended, we took a bath together, and at least a few more children ejaculated . I gained immense pleasure from my son and his classmates. 　　I never knew I was so lewd. In front of so many penises, I used the charm of a mature woman to deal with them until they all went limp—what an exciting thing for a woman to do! Imagine a middle-aged woman dressed in a suit suddenly stripping down to just a stocking in front of her son and classmates , displaying her naked body to them, and letting them penetrate her wet vagina. What would that be like ?

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