Son, I love you! 1-8

Chapter One: My Son's Little Secret

There's a saying, "Women at thirty are like wolves, at forty like tigers," and now I truly understand this saying. My husband, who died
two years ago left me with nothing but a lovely son. Perhaps because of
my son, no man dares to marry a widow like me. Yet I'm only 35
! How can a woman who is insatiably sexually frustrated rely solely on masturbation to endure
the long and dreary second half of her life alone? I even considered having an affair to satisfy myself—not to
brag, but even now, I still maintain a beautiful face, long, flowing hair, and beautiful
eyes; my curvaceous body, though slightly plump, accentuates my large breasts and sexy
buttocks. Walking down the street, almost every man can't help but steal a few glances at me. However, in this small town where reputation is
everything, the man I longed for day and night never appeared. "Damn it, a bunch of hypocrites!
Let's see how long you can keep up this act!" I sometimes couldn't help but curse in my heart in frustration. Whenever I recalled my
younger self, relying on my beauty and voluptuous figure, spending my days fooling around with scoundrels and
indulging in countless acts of debauchery in bed, my lower body would always produce a trickle of honey-like fluid. As the saying goes, "misfortunes never come singly," I don't know if it's just my imagination, but recently my son has been acting strangely. The once lively boy has gradually become less talkative. Every day after school, he hurriedly finishes his meal and rushes back to his room, often locking the door.

It often takes a long time to knock before he opens it.
To make matters worse, his grades have also clearly declined. I couldn't help but start to regret it: I should have
bought him a computer. I heard that there are many learning materials online, and I originally wanted him to use them to improve his grades, but I didn't expect
him to become so addicted to them. What if he becomes like those internet addicts on TV, wasting his precious study
time? What if he can't even support himself when he grows up?! A chill ran down my spine at the thought. I've
struggled to raise my son, placing all my hopes on him. I'd
sacrifice anything for him. I secretly resolved: I absolutely cannot let his future be ruined! After lunch today, I kept my son with me. We sat down at the table, and to project parental authority, I unusually serious and asked in a slightly stern tone, "You've been too addicted to the internet lately, haven't you?

"
"Hmm~" My son's eyes darted around, not daring to look me in the eye. "I bought you a computer so you could use it for studying, you know that?

"
"I know~" My son still wouldn't look at me, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall. "What do you usually play online that makes you so addicted?

" I couldn't help but ask curiously. "No

... I didn't do anything." For some reason, my son suddenly seemed flustered. "You didn't play online games or anything, did you?

" I asked worriedly. "No.
"
"Then what did you use it for?

" I asked, increasingly curious. "Nothing.

" Seeing my suspicious look, he blushed and quickly
added , "Really, I didn't!
"
Looking at my son's flushed face, a wave of pity washed over me, and my tone
softened considerably: "That's good~ that's good. As long as you're obedient." Then, naturally, I gave him
my usual lecture. Finally, I let him go back to his room. However, I knew the problem wouldn't be solved so easily. Since my son was unwilling to tell the truth, I had to investigate myself.

Soon, my son went to school. I couldn't wait to sneak into his room, sit down at his
computer desk, press the power button, and stare at the startup screen, my heart
pounding faster and faster. I kept telling myself: although secretly investigating my son's actions was somewhat inappropriate, it was all
for his own good. After a while, it finally started up, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. "Luckily, I used to work as a cashier
and know some basic computer operations; otherwise, who knows how to handle such a troublesome thing?"

I gripped the mouse, searching the computer's hard drive, but couldn't find any games. "
Strange, why aren't there any? Isn't he playing games? If not, what is he using the computer for?
"
Suddenly, an unnamed folder caught my eye, "New Folder,"
why isn't it named? Maybe it contains games. I thought to myself, and lightly
clicked twice. However, what appeared before me was the most unexpected thing.

The entire folder contained over
twenty movies, and they were all pornographic! Suddenly, I felt dizzy, a wave of panic and unease washing over me
. "How could this be! My son has this kind of stuff on his computer..."

A few minutes later, when I calmed down a bit, my gaze returned to the screen: "
Temptation of a Mature Mother, Forbidden Mother-Son Love, Mother-Son Intercourse, Bathroom Mother-Son Pleasure,..."
To my surprise again, all the movies on the screen were about incest between mother and son. "This devilish child, only 12 years old,
how can he like watching this kind of perverted stuff?" I thought, my heart pounding wildly. "Let's see what he's
been watching," I decided, and opened a movie called "Lonely, Lustful Mother." The scene began with a woman around forty years old sitting on a bed in a bedroom, masturbating and making lewd moans.

A little while later, her son, returning from school, pushed open the door and
caught his mother in the act. The mother in the scene was instantly mortified, hurriedly covering her private parts with her hands. However, deeply stimulated by
the sudden situation, the son, like a raging beast, rushed forward, embraced his mother
, and began kissing her passionately. The mother, initially resisting fiercely, gradually became compliant, and finally, she actively and enthusiastically made love to her
own son. The film didn't end in tragedy as society predicted;
instead, the mother and son lived happily together like sweet lovers every day. Having finally watched the whole thing, a feeling of unease welled up inside me.

"What the heck?"
This woman isn't even that good-looking. She's neither as young nor as pretty as me. I'm
at least ten times more charming than her. Why does she have such good luck? Thinking this, I was startled by my own audacious idea.
"
What am I thinking? I actually want to be with myself..."
Having sex with one's own son, incest with one's own son... This kind of thing... "
The cute little face of my 12-year-old son appeared in my mind, but strange feelings were churning inside me, and my heart
was racing again. "If he were willing to do this..."

"No, I can't think about it anymore." "I kept telling myself to shut down the computer, tidied
the room back to its previous state, and carefully checked it one last time before cautiously leaving. Afterwards, my mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I sat blankly on
the living room sofa, my thoughts racing like wild horses. I'm still young; wasting
the rest of my life like this isn't a solution. If someone could make my later years less empty and lonely, why
should I give up that opportunity? Isn't happiness something you have to grasp yourself?!
No
… I still can't do this. Incest is illegal. If it gets out
, how will the other people in town view us? How will we face anyone?
We'll be abandoned by everyone, scorned and ridiculed by the world. Not only me, but my son
's future will be ruined. I can't destroy my son for my own selfish desires!" But what else can we do?

My son is still young, but he's already interested in matters of the heart,
even indulging in these fictional movies all day. If he neglects his studies or even turns to
crime because of this, it will be too late to regret it then. Perhaps if we truly satisfy him, he'll refocus
on his studies.

Besides, if we're both careful and keep quiet, how would outsiders know? Just like the mother and son in that movie, they ended up living happily together. I don't intend to do anything immoral; I just want to be happy and for my son to be happy too. Is there anything wrong with that?

Is it wrong to bring happiness to a mother and son
?!

Humph! The gossip of worldly people is probably just out of jealousy. People lack the courage to
transcend worldly constraints, so they envy those who do. Unable to gain their trust, they try to
deprive those people of their happiness, using rumors and slander to attack them. Yes, worldly people are just jealous
—that's for sure!
"As long as my son is well, I'm willing to do anything
... As long as my son is well, I'm willing to do anything
..." I kept repeating this in my mind, and I couldn't help but become more and more excited, like
parched land about to receive long-awaited rain. "Besides, it's not entirely his fault that I can't remarry.
It's only natural for him to take care of me in place of that dead old ghost. Moreover, this is
a good opportunity for him to fulfill his filial duty."

However, I really couldn't bring myself to put down my maternal pride and ask my son to have sex with his biological mother
. After all, that happened at noon, and I immediately turned into
a slut by evening. What would my son think of me after that? He would definitely think his mother was a shameless whore
or something! "I have to make him take the initiative to have sex with me!" I thought to myself, "I have to make him only have eyes for
his biological mother, and only want to have sex with his biological mother all day long."
"
This means things are bound to progress slowly. But for me, I've already endured two years
, so what's a little longer? Whenever I think about
spending every night with my son like newlyweds, all the effort I've
put into him has been worthwhile! No! Even the painful memories, as long as they're about
my son, now seem so happy and joyful! The waiting was incredibly difficult, but what was meant to happen eventually did.

A few hours later, my son finally
returned, but perhaps because he'd been scolded at noon, he was clearly in a bad mood, his face sullen even at such a young age.
Looking into my adorable son's resentful eyes, I felt a pang of heartache. I called him to my side and
softly asked, 'What's wrong? Are you still angry with Mommy?
'
'No…' my son answered softly. But the expression on his face betrayed him. 'Okay, don't be angry anymore. It was Mommy's fault. I shouldn't have been so harsh with you at noon.'"

I gently
stroked his little head with my right hand and softly apologized, "It was Mommy's fault. Mommy apologizes to you. Please forgive Mommy,
okay?
"
A child is still a child, and upon hearing my words, my son finally broke down in tears.
Looking at my son's tear-streaked face, I realized how much he cared about my words, and how deeply I
had hurt him. Overwhelmed with love, I buried his head in my chest with both hands. "Mmm... Mom...

Mommy..." My son struggled to get away from my chest, and I noticed that
his face had been deeply embedded in my breasts. My son's cheeks were slightly flushed,
his eyes flickering, his face filled with the shy expression typical of a little boy. "Little devil, he doesn't even spare his own mother!" I thought to myself, a sense of pride welling up inside me.

So I asked him further, with a slightly teasing tone, "What, are you shy now? You
grew up suckling my nipple, and now you're starting to dislike your old mother?
"
"Mommy isn't old." "My son looked at me and said. Although it was just one sentence, it was more powerful than a thousand words before, making me beam with joy from the inside out.

I
happily asked, 'You're lying, you said Mommy isn't old, so that means I'm still young?
'
'Yes.

' 'Then am I pretty?' I pressed on. 'Pretty,' my son answered a little shyly.

'Well~' I deliberately paused, deciding to tease him a little to retaliate against his little bit of
lustful ."Then I asked, "Compared to the women in those movies on your computer, am I prettier?"

My son
was stunned, his face turning bright red. He didn't understand what I meant and stood there blankly.
He couldn't utter a single word. "Alright, enough joking. Weren't you going to play on the computer? Hurry up and go!

" I said with a meaningful smile
, then gently kissed his forehead before leaving my flustered son behind and
happily went to the kitchen to make dinner.

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