A son who prefers heroes to beautiful women drives his mother crazy.

My family of three is generally happy, but my son has become a source of worry for me.
Six months ago, his father told me that when I wasn't home, my sixteen-year-old son slept with him, and he ejaculated against my father's back. Later, I talked to my son about it, and he told me the details.
My son has been raised mostly by me since he was little, and has had almost no contact with his father. When he was young, a male classmate

talked about building muscle, and my son started paying attention to that, gradually developing a liking for looking at men's muscles. When he was younger, he sometimes slept with his father, and he liked that muscular look, liking to be close to his father. He liked to try different things, and then he gradually started liking to look at handsome men, which has slowly developed into what it is now.

My son is in his second year of high school, and I discovered he has homosexual issues. His teacher also told me that my son once passed a note to a gay man confessing his feelings, which was ridiculed by his classmates, causing him severe low self-esteem.
My son also told me that he feels a strong sexual desire whenever he sees a chubby, muscular man, but he doesn't feel anything for women. However, when my son thinks about women, I think of him, and even then, he doesn't

feel much! He just idolizes men.
My husband and I discussed how to correct this behavior in our son. My husband suggested seeing a psychologist first, but after several phone consultations, our son didn't seem to be doing much. Later, my husband suggested some stimulation from the opposite sex to guide him. He suggested putting up more pictures of beautiful women in the house. I found pictures of women with big breasts, slim waists, and big butts online, printed them out in color, and put them in our son's

room . A few days later, I asked our son what he thought of the pictures of beautiful women. He replied that he didn't feel anything. This was really troublesome; my husband and I had run out of ideas. Finally, my husband looked at me for a while and said, "Tomorrow night, take your clothes off and let our son see them. See how he reacts." I said, "You rascal, you're willing to sacrifice your wife for our son!
" We agreed on this plan. The next evening, after our son finished his homework, I teased him, saying, "Mom will show you something good." Then I

put on the sexy lingerie my husband had bought, revealing my large breasts, thick pubic hair, and big butt. My son came to my room a little while later. He was stunned when he opened the door; the woman in front of him was more real than any of the pictures of beautiful women on the wall, and she was his own mother! I wiggled around in front of him, and he seemed aroused; his penis twitched. I asked him, "Isn't Mommy pretty?" He was just kidding. How could his mom not be pretty? Who knows if he wasn't

being honest ? Let's see how it goes. I asked him how he felt. He said his stomach felt a little warm. I thought this might
be the answer; the feeling of sexual desire is often accompanied by a warm stomach. From then on, I locked the front door, drew the curtains, and walked around naked in front of my son every day. Until one day, my son seriously discussed with my husband and me that he wanted to have sex with a woman.

My husband looked left and right, wondering who he should have sex with? A prostitute? That wouldn't be good for the child. His eyes finally landed on me. My husband actually suggested that I have sex with my son, and I agreed, letting him sleep with us. His father went to sleep in another room first. I took off all my clothes and put my nipple in my son's mouth. He nursed for a while without much passion. I felt his penis was a little erect, so I let him penetrate me. After a few thrusts, his penis

went ; he clearly wasn't very enthusiastic. I told him not to be discouraged and to take it slow.
A day later, I told my husband that our son still wasn't ready, but he didn't say anything. That night, we all drank a little, and my husband said, "Let's sleep together, the three of us." My husband was quite mischievous that night. In the dark, he first kissed and touched my breasts, bit my ear, arousing me greatly. Then, he suddenly turned on the light and, right in front of our son, penetrated my vagina,

thrusting hard like he was pumping air into our son. I soon orgasmed, and my husband ejaculated onto my vulva. Then he turned his head and went to sleep, completely ignoring us. I pulled my son over, felt his penis, and he got hard. I told him to quickly put his penis in with his father's semen on it, and this time it worked. My son thrust hard inside me. The warmth of my body combined with the soft, delicate flesh made him feel incredibly good.

Soon after, he ejaculated inside me, mingling with his father's semen. I breathed a sigh of relief; I had finally succeeded. I asked my son, "Was it good?" He said it was. I said, "No man's body is as soft and supple as a woman's." My son nodded and said he liked his mother. He had finally figured it out.
In the following days, several nights after my husband finished with me, my son would continue. This

gradually cultivated his interest in women's bodies.
From then on, my husband stipulated that I could sleep in my son's room once a week. Each time, I would shower beforehand, making myself smell nice and carefully grooming myself, just to please my son. I held my son like a big baby, kissing and cuddling him. He started to respond. I

teased him with my tongue, and he began to touch my breasts, his breathing becoming rapid. I touched his penis; wow, it was hard and thick. I had him lie on top of me, and he willingly inserted his penis. Then I began to thrust violently. The excitement, the joy of my son's improved condition, and the passion between mother and son all blended together, and soon I was aroused. My body trembled. I hooked my legs around my son and held his back with my hands. Suddenly, I

orgasmed beneath him. My son had finally succeeded. Joy appeared on his face.
My son was now in his senior year of high school, and he gradually shifted his attention from muscular men to gentle girls. His personality became more outgoing. The college entrance exam was approaching, and the students were all working hard.
When the exam was over and the scores were estimated, my son looked confident. Sure enough, when the results came out, he scored above the first-tier university

cutoff, successfully applied to his university, and was admitted to a good school.
University students face much less pressure than high school students, and many start dating, including my son. His girlfriend is quite pretty, and he likes her a lot. However, after dating for a while, my son's mood soured. I could tell from his phone call that something was wrong. I asked him if he was having problems. He told me that he and his girlfriend

hadn't been , and he suspected he might be impotent. I had no choice but to tell his father and take the high-speed train to my son's university.
My son booked a room for me near the school, and after class, he rushed to the hotel to find me. He gave me a big hug as soon as we met.

After we sat down, I carefully asked him about the situation. He said he and his girlfriend had a great relationship and got along very well. They both wanted to have sex, but he couldn't penetrate her. As a doctor, I'm familiar with this kind of situation. Some women have thickened, tough hymens that are difficult to break. I told my son this, encouraging him not to lose confidence. I also told him to be more affectionate with his girlfriend before sex, to do more foreplay, and that

more lubrication would help. If that didn't work, I had to use my fingers to widen the hymen's opening before inserting it. That night, my son and I slept together again. I patiently encouraged him to flirt and make love, and we had another wild time in the hotel.
Not long after I got home, my son called excitedly to say it was done. It was exactly as I said; the hymen was too thick, and it was difficult to break. The girl bled quite a lot, staining an entire towel red.

My son was happy, but I had a problem. I felt like I might be pregnant. For the past two months, my husband and son had been bothering me, and I was only thinking about solving my son's problem, so I hadn't paid much attention to contraception. I told my husband that night, and he said whether it was mine or my son's, it was still our bloodline, and it wasn't a big deal. However, I should have regular prenatal checkups to avoid giving birth to a deformed child. I had monthly checkups, and after six months, no abnormalities were found. I don't know who I'll be having this child with; it

will be a secret forever, just like my son's sexual orientation.
(The End)

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