I lost to my son, and I lost decisively.

I am a 36-year-old single mother raising my son alone. Since he entered puberty, he has caused me immense worry and dragged me into a hopeless situation.
My son is 13 years old this year. One time, I discovered he was watching inappropriate content on the computer. I was very worried and questioned him. He said he liked looking at pictures and stories. I was furious and scolded him
, even slapping him twice. He said he would never touch the computer again, and seeing his ashamed expression, I didn't say anything more. My son is naturally introverted and rarely communicates with his parents. As his mother, I am very anxious and worried about him, afraid he will go astray. I don't know what good way to educate him. I barely managed to get through his 13th year in this state of anxiety. After my son turned 14, his
sexual desire became very strong, and I often saw him masturbating frequently. I was afraid of upsetting him , so I
didn't dare to hit him. Instead, I tried to satisfy him through limited sexual contact with my own body, and he readily agreed. I first showered with him, letting him see my body and learn about female genitalia. Then I let him touch my entire body step by step, teaching him how to have sex correctly, since he would experience it someday. I let him massage my breasts, and I used my hands to stimulate his
genitals to bring him to orgasm and ejaculate, explaining the function and importance of sperm. I told him that
he shouldn't violate anyone except his mother when he's sexually aroused, and that he should come to his mother if he gets aroused, to reduce the chances of him committing sexual crimes against her. I don't know if he'll listen to me. But my guidance had the opposite effect, which I didn't expect. The brat secretly communicated with people online, reading articles about it everywhere, and the little rascal is becoming
a flirting expert.
Once, I was riding my electric scooter with him, and he deliberately put his hand inside my clothes to touch me. My son actually said he liked me, and he's told me this several times. I've scolded him every time, and now I feel terrible. What will happen to my son in the future? I don't want to talk to him anymore, but I can't bear to part with him. What will I do then? Every morning when I see him with his little
tent , I blush. Am I falling in love with my son too?
One evening after work, I was exhausted and went to sleep immediately, still wearing my dress and stockings. After turning off the lights, I saw my son come in, so I pretended to be asleep. Unexpectedly, he used flirtatious techniques to grope my genitals. It actually felt good; I wanted to cry but also resist. I decided to continue pretending to be asleep, unsure how to face the awkwardness. The brat even lifted my
skirt and rode on my lower body through my stockings, pressing against me painfully. The most unbelievable thing was what he would do next. Days passed like this, entangled with my son.
Yesterday, after dinner, I was watching TV when the brat saw me and started doing some lewd
things . Most importantly, he threatened to get me pregnant with his child and make me his wife. He even said he would definitely push me down and ejaculate on me again.
Not long after, I unwittingly provided my son with an opportunity. I got drunk outside and mistakenly entered my son's
room . The next day, I woke up completely naked… Yesterday, I vaguely felt my son undress me and then lick my genitals. It felt wet and pleasurable there. Then he touched and sucked my breasts, making me dizzy and responsive to him. Then I felt him insert his iron-like thing into me, and we had sex. It happened to be
the first day of my period. Otherwise, I'd have to keep taking birth control pills.
When I woke up the next day, I had to realistically think about this. My son is young, but he always says he loves his mother. This isn't a good orientation. If he becomes obsessed with me, how will he live his life? I have to cut ties with him in some ways, but completely cutting ties seems impossible. Maybe I should first teach him to
separate sex from love?
Coincidentally, the next day was Sunday. After breakfast, I solemnly told my son that I wanted to have a long talk with him and open up about certain things. My son nodded. I took my son's hand and said, "First, you always say you like your mother, which is wrong and unrealistic. Your mother's identity is your mother, not your future wife. Second,
you always say you love me, but can you separate lust from love?" "I want to have sex with Mom, but that doesn't necessarily mean I love
you . It's just about satisfying my sexual desire, isn't that right?" My son seemed thoughtful. I gave him an example of visiting a prostitute—of course, it's
inappropriate since I'm not a prostitute—and told him that people who visit prostitutes don't fall in love with them; they just want to satisfy their sexual desires. My son seemed to understand. I added, "Since we've already had an inappropriate relationship, Mom doesn't blame you. It's wrong of you to blame Mom, but Mom asks that you don't mention loving Mom anymore. If you want to have sex, you can just ask directly and openly. Mom can accompany you, and as long as you don't mind, I can accompany you until you get married." Seeing me say this, my son solemnly agreed to my request. Seeing my son like this, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. That day, my son did his homework obediently, being exceptionally well-behaved.
A few days later, one evening, after finishing his homework, my son lowered his head and said to me, "Mom, I miss you." I knew his sexual desire had accumulated and he wanted to release it. I smiled and said, "Okay, Mom will take a shower first, put on some fragrant clothes, and then come to accompany you, okay?" "Take a shower too, it'll keep Mommy healthy and less likely to get gynecological problems." After showering, I lay naked on the bed waiting for him to finish, feeling a little excited.
When my son finished and jumped onto the bed, I said to him, "You're still young, not fully grown. Let's make a deal, no more than twice a week, otherwise it'll affect your growth, okay?" My son hugged me and agreed in a spoiled way. This was the most formal time we'd ever had. There were no sneaky attacks like before, and no dodging. I held my precious son tightly, our lips locked together. The little rascal didn't seem like a novice at all, doing it quite skillfully
. Soon after our bodies were intertwined, my desire was aroused by my son, and his little penis was erect. I told him Mommy could start, reminding him to pay attention to a woman's expression when aroused. Without a word, he mounted me, his still-developing penis thrusting into my sensitive spot. I must say, the little guy's thing was really something special. Though not big or large, it was incredibly hard, and the way it probed and prodded inside was
incredibly soothing. Every now and then, it would touch my most sensitive spot, making me shudder. As the stimulation slowly built up, my body tensed, my belly tightened, and I couldn't help but shout, "Son, hurry!" He immediately thrust and pounded into me forcefully. I cried out inwardly, my lower body involuntarily convulsing. The intense pleasure after the convulsions filled me with happiness. I hugged my son tightly, kissed him hard
, and told him I had an orgasm. He continued thrusting for a while and then ejaculated his hot semen.
From then on, my son and I lived like a familiar married couple, having a sex life that wasn't quite like marriage.
My son seemed to have grown up too; he knew how to care for me, how tired I was after work, and sometimes when he saw me come home, he would promptly hand me slippers, massage my feet, and help with simple housework.

One day I came home from work, and my son mysteriously told me he had a gift for me. I thought to myself, "This little rascal's playing mysterious games now." When I got to the bedroom, I noticed several pieces of women's lingerie on the bed. This brat, starting to tease his mom! Of course, I was still happy. My son helped me take off my shoes, socks, and clothes, then covered me up in the lingerie. The little devil grinned and said, "Mommy's so sexy, she's got my heart pounding
." I said, "Mommy'll cook first, then I'll play with you, okay?" Wearing the revealing lingerie, I happily wiggled my hips while cooking, and my son leaned against the doorframe taking pictures of me with his phone. During dinner, my son and I drank some red wine, and our faces were both flushed. Washing the dishes, taking a shower, and then getting into bed was my urgent wish. After showering, my son hugged my waist and we both fell onto the bed. At this point, I didn't need to teach him anymore; he knew exactly what to do and was very adept at it.
Teasing and teasing him relentlessly, his mother, dressed in sexy lingerie, was trembling with desire, her sweet voice gushing out words of love for her son. Seeing his opportunity, the son thrust his penis inside her. I hooked my thighs, clad in open-crotch sexy underwear, onto his back, lifting my buttocks, and he began to thrust fiercely… That night, I felt like I was on my honeymoon again—sweet, beautiful, and passionate. Holding my son, I felt he was both my prince
and a god from the heavens, both near and far. I drifted off to sleep, and it seemed as if my son slowly shrank back to being a baby, re-entering my womb through my vagina, becoming an indelible memory within it.
(The End)

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