The helplessness of a son seeking a husband for his mother after his position dictates his perspective:

After my son started boarding school, the instability at home was gone, and I felt much calmer and less anxious at night. Then I'd eagerly await his return on Saturdays, like a child waiting for their parents to come home from work, hoping for a hug and a bunch of treats pulled from their bag.
Finally, Saturday arrived, and it was almost time to get out of school. I drove to pick him up. It felt like a date; I

dressed up in a very sexy way. When we got to the school gate, I found a parking spot, got out of the car, and stood there. I felt a bit like a crane among chickens. My designer clothes, the colors perfectly coordinated, accentuated my elegant and mature face, making me look quite sophisticated, attracting the attention of many parents. The school bell rang, and my son came running out shortly after. He hugged me as we got into the car, saying, "Mom's pretty fashionable, much better than my stepmother.

How could Dad bear to leave you?" I said swear, "Your dad doesn't have the guts. He can't handle me; he scared me away." Son, Mom, haven't you ever thought about finding someone else? You're putting up with so much every day. I continued, "Of course I want to find someone I can live with, provided he can handle it. If he can't, can he tolerate me cheating on him and making him a cuckold?" My son was still unwilling to give up, thinking it wasn't so hopeless. He continued, "

It seems I need to find a dad, good or bad. Mom, leave this to me. I'll post your dating ad." This little rascal really dared to make such a big promise. I teased him, "Okay, you try it." I didn't take it seriously at all. I ignored him and focused on driving. Soon we arrived home. As soon as we entered our garage, the little rascal grabbed me and pulled me to the back seat. He got excited and wanted to have sex in the car with his mom. This brat is impulsive and always looking for excitement. He squeezed in and kissed

my lips hard, making it hard for me to breathe. He also squeezed my breasts to stimulate me. Soon I felt hot all over. My son wiped my genitals, knew I was wet, and thrust inside me. Actually, the car isn't a good place for sex; the space is too cramped. I raised my legs and put them on the back of the seat, and only then did my son start thrusting. Of course, the car vibrated in rhythm with the movement—maybe that's the advantage of car sex? Seeing my vulva raised high, my son

pulled out his penis and put his mouth to it, blocking my opening. I immediately felt a tightness there, and my naughty son kept pushing air in. This little rascal, he really knows how to play with his mother! His teasing was more stimulating than the actual penetration. Soon, I reached the peak of orgasm. When my son's penis entered again, I reached my climax after only a few thrusts. My son wanted to penetrate again, but I gently patted him, "Don't rush to release your

semen . Slowly relax and hold it in; it might improve your sexual ability. Let's go to the room to wash up before we play again; it's not comfortable here." My son agreed. We went inside, I showered and cooked dinner, and after dinner, mother and son went to bed for another round of intense sex. Making love with my son gives me an indescribable thrill, even more so than with my nephew. I already found it more exciting with my nephew than with other men, but with my son it's even more thrilling. My lower body feels like it wants to swallow him whole,

to melt him inside me. This is probably the reason for the bond between mother and child. After my son finished his homework, he spent a full hour busy with something, but the next day, an ad appeared on a website seeking a father:
"I have a beautiful mother, single, divorced. Reason for divorce: My dad couldn't stand my mom's exploitation and fled in panic. My mom is a 38-year-old mature woman, beautiful and slim. I am her son, therefore I am seeking a husband for my mom, and a father for myself.

Requirements : Under 50 years old, healthy, of good character. Applicants must provide a full-body photo and a close-up photo of the penis. The penis photo must show comparison sizes. Those without photos, please do not apply. Also, during the trial marriage period, if you cannot fully fulfill the duties of a husband, please leave voluntarily and do not harass me afterwards." Then there was a photo of me with my face blurred.

The next day, my son opened the website and proudly showed off to me, asking how the ad I'd put on him was. I looked at it and thought, "Holy crap, is this a marriage proposal or a hookup ad?" Especially that one with the attached penis photo requirement—it looked so familiar! Wasn't that the essential requirement for hookups with women who like big dicks? This kid, what does he think his mother is? Actually, when I'm bored, I also like to browse through the penis

photos uploaded by other people on hookup websites, and I even download them, paste them into Word, and save them. People are so different. Some cuckolded men like to show off their tiny penises—no, three inches is an understatement, they're only three or four centimeters. Some are really impressive, twenty centimeters long, hanging between their legs like a donkey's dick. I wonder who's ever enjoyed it, what it felt like.
And believe it or not, there are always brave souls. My son's QQ number was active all day, with

over a dozen men applying.
My son first filtered them; big dicks were his primary requirement, deleting all those whose dicks weren't big enough. When I checked, there were only two big-breasted men left. That's when I understood my son's little scheme; he still believed there would always be a man who could defeat me, and he was searching the world for rivals for me. My son asked me if I was willing to try living with them.

I said, "Are you willing? Won't you be jealous if those men take advantage of your mother?" My son said he was willing as long as his mother was comfortable and happy. I said, "Then let's try it out." I said, "However, we need to keep it a secret. We can't let them know our home address or other personal information, to avoid trouble later."
The next day, my son arranged a meeting with one of them. He told him beforehand, "If my mom doesn't like you, you'll pay for the room

. I'll be waiting for you in another room, and I won't interfere with what you do." My son became my bodyguard.
That night, my son booked a suite, telling us to meet in the outer room while he waited for us in the inner room. Actually, the little rascal wanted to eavesdrop. We waited in the room for a while until the meeting time. A man knocked on the door. When we opened it, it was a tall man, easily over 1.8 meters, burly, and good-looking. After we introduced ourselves, my son left

for the inner room. The man asked me, "Your son is so old, does he really agree to your remarriage? Most kids don't like having a stepfather." I said, "Didn't you see the ad? My son wrote it for me himself." The man understood. He asked, "How do we 'test the waters'?" I said, "Don't you understand what 'booking a hotel room today' means?" The man suddenly realized. He said, "Let's take a shower then." We both showered separately, and then, without prior arrangement, we got into bed. Being strangers

to each other, I really didn't know how to start. I had no choice but to take the initiative and let him kiss me first. Even if he was slow, he'd know what to do next. Everything proceeded smoothly. I felt the stimulation of strangers, and this guy seemed pretty good. When he penetrated me, I was actually quite happy. His 18-centimeter member was something else; it stretched my vagina, making a 'plop plop' sound with his thrusting. This piqued my interest, and I became increasingly excited, trying my best to

cooperate with him while also finding the right angle for myself within his unique movements. Just as I was still figuring it out, the man suddenly stiffened, and then his large penis began to spray wildly inside me—he ejaculated. Leaving me there, feeling awkward and unsatisfied. The man seemed a little embarrassed; he had only lasted a little over a minute. His seemingly powerful penis wasn't actually that impressive. At this moment, my son came out and told the man, "Looks like you're not qualified to be my dad."

He wasn't I right?" I nodded and
started getting dressed. My son told the man to go pay the room fee. The man was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do; he had ejaculated prematurely, and even if he hadn't, it was close. He was cruelly eliminated, not even making it past the first round.
The third day, my son booked another room, again a suite. I suddenly remembered that when we left the hotel suite that day,

my son seemed to have taken something from under the bed, so I asked him, "What did you put under the bed?" My son grinned mischievously and told me it was a wireless microphone. The little rascal was listening in his mother's room. My son asked, "How did that guy's penis feel the other day?" I said, "It felt full inside, really hard, but it didn't last long." My son said, "I heard everything clearly."
The man I arranged to meet that night arrived on time; he was a burly, dark-skinned man, looking to be at least fifty.

Many. After introducing ourselves, everything proceeded as before, with my son still hiding in the inner room. This dark-faced man was quite the flirt; he quickly made me blush and pant. I glanced at his member; it wasn't much smaller than the last one, probably seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, just as dark and shiny as he was. He hugged me tightly and slowly inserted his penis. It felt quite hard and swollen; my labia minora felt slightly stretched from his penis.

He sped up, and the force was greater; I felt like he was about to kick me apart, but the sensation inside my vagina was incredibly intense. I tried to... I arched my back to meet his thrusts, seeking to satisfy my deepest craving for penetration. Seeing the hopeful look in my eyes, this scoundrel not only didn't stop, but also began to caress my nipples. They sprang upwards, like they were being inflated, bright red and glistening with moisture. Then, with his stubble-covered mouth, he began to suckle,

his thick lips pressed against my stubble—it was incredibly stimulating. I arched my back, moaning softly. Suddenly, he increased the speed of his thrusts, and I froze, followed by a violent spasm in my vagina. The old man grinned, his dark purple lips parted in a proud smile. Men are strange creatures; besides satisfying themselves, they go to great lengths to bring women to orgasm, until the woman cries out, "I give up! I can't take it anymore!" Only then are they satisfied; otherwise, they feel utterly

disappointed. My son is probably the same way. I then had two more orgasms. We finished our battle and went to shower. While the dark-faced man was showering, my son came out from the inner room to discuss with me, asking how I felt. I simply answered truthfully, "It was alright." My son suggested, "How about we date for a while and see how it goes?" I agreed.
After the man with the dark face finished showering, my son pulled him into the inner room, and I don't know what they talked about. Actually, my son

was quite impressed with this guy's performance in bed; his movements were like a high-powered pile driver. Hearing that I was alright, my son confided in the man, telling him that his mother had a very high sex drive and needed a stepfather who could control her. The man proudly agreed, saying, "Just you wait and see." The son then confessed, "I only
chose you because I can't control my mom, so I can satisfy her sexually." The man thought to himself, "Wow, this mother and son

have sleeve?" After saying that, the man hesitated. If he married this woman, it would be like his stepson standing right in front of him was cheating on him. Men have a strange quirk: they can tolerate how many men a woman has had before, as long as they don't know or recognize them. For example, I had a husband before, but he hadn't met him, so he wasn't bothered. However, being cuckolded by a living, breathing person in front of him is something he really can't stand. He flatly rejected his son's request to find a father.

Seeing things were getting worse, the son had to back down and said to the dark-faced man, "How about this? Let's not talk about marriage yet, how about we be boyfriend and girlfriend for now?" The dark-faced man was very much in favor of this suggestion; how could he not agree to his mother taking advantage of him? After discussing it with him, the two returned to my side and told me the result, looking for my opinion. I pondered for a moment and asked, "Son, what's your opinion?" The son readily said, "I'll listen to Mom." I gave

the dark-faced man a questioning look, and the burly man said generously, "Let's be friends first, and we'll talk about other things later." Then they exchanged phone numbers, and this trial marriage was over.
The mother and son returned home; it was already late. The son asked me, "How did you feel about this dark-faced man?" I told him his skills in bed were alright, but he didn't quite match his mother's image. His mother was like Wang Xifeng (a famous Chinese courtesan known for her shrewish beauty), and he was like Zhang Fei (a fierce and ruthless general). My

son chuckled, "A cat is a good cat as long as it catches mice, whether it's black or white."
Later, I met up with the dark-skinned man a few times, and we became good friends with benefits, but my son's wish to have his father as his mistress remained unfulfilled.
(The End)

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