The transformation of mother and child

The mother-son transformation
... Damn it. I felt it was completely useless. But I decided to listen to what she had to say anyway.
"...You also need...like I said before, you need to be very patient." "
...But the right girl for you, the one who loves you, can fulfill all your fantasies, and the whole process will amaze you."
"...When they grow from girls into women, when they mature, when they are more certain of what they need and don't need..." "...
Whenever and in whatever way the other person needs you, you can give them what they need..."
"...I guess all your so-called 'skills' are from movies..."
"But remember, whatever you do, be very gentle...like when you're with me..." I'll be gentle, I thought. I really love you, but...this is driving me crazy.
Maybe she's right. I do need different experiences and try different things, I do need to date different girls, go on dates, do certain things sometimes and in certain places, do anything that excites me.
But this woman who excites me to the point of explosion...is in the next room.
For so long, she's been in a state of constant arousal... unless it's been so long that she's forgotten the feeling.
But no, I don't want her to forget. Maybe it's just because she's facing me, the "mother and son" bond. I guess she's never thought about it that way.
Maybe she hasn't even considered sex anymore, which is probably why so many men have tried to date her but failed...
but sometimes you have to think about it.
Tonight, although I should cast a wider net to get her to submit, I didn't talk to her much. However, I still saw a lot of things I wanted to see again.
She came out of the bathroom after showering and was about to go to the bedroom to sleep, but I still managed to stop her and ask her to stay and talk to me for a while. Her body exuded a sweet, fresh scent, and I simply couldn't, and didn't want to, suppress the lewd images that she aroused in my mind.
She was wearing her usual cotton floral pajamas, the hem of which hung above her knees. However, I could clearly see the outline of her breasts and the small bumps of her erect nipples at the front of the clothes. Moreover, as she slowly emerged from the bathroom, I could see her perfectly curved spine, hips, and sexy thighs, as well as the dark curve between them. When she turned, her perfectly shaped, firm, and erect breasts and nipples were clearly visible.
A while later, as we drank water and juice in the brightly lit kitchen, I became even more captivated by the mature, alluring aura emanating from her body and the beautiful figure revealed beneath her clothes. With each step she took, her slightly protruding belly and the folds between her legs held my gaze captive… I seemed to see her mons pubis and her erogenous zone covered by dark, inverted triangles of pubic hair.
How could I, "…spending so much time with an old woman like me…" and not experience anything? How could I not want to…
As I stroked my engorged penis, I imagined having sex with her. I couldn't choose whether to immediately thrust between her trembling legs, or to let her slowly suck my penis while tightly gripping my testicles, her beautiful, sexy lips enveloping my shaft, sucking, sucking, sucking endlessly… until I ejaculated deep inside her.
Satisfied with the release of my desire, I drifted off to sleep, still thinking, I can't wait any longer. Maybe she's right, I need real release. I need to find someone, someone willing to make love to me right away. Thinking about this, I drifted off to sleep.
I'd never felt so… well…
after our conversation, after my climax in the bedroom, I thought I could at least calm down for a while.
But that night, in bed, despite having already released once, that "feeling" surged through my body and mind again, and I experienced another massive orgasm.
This time, I felt completely fucked. The slow, smooth, and persistent thrusting in and out of my vagina continued until I released my final, frenzied desire… During this process, I could also feel a hot, thick penis moving in my mouth… Each thrust focused on my most sensitive erogenous zones, making me tremble uncontrollably… Finally, I reached orgasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, feeling more relaxed than ever before… and indeed, very confused… I had the most unsettling, most erotic, most fragmented dream.
I dreamt that my son was raping me. No, I was sucking his penis, and then, in my daze, he took off my clothes. No, he slowly inserted his penis into my crotch, and I arched my back to let him penetrate me. No, I spread my legs, beckoning him to enter me, to kiss my thighs… No, he ignored me. No, no, he was raping me… again and again… again and again… and… no, I was the one who made him take off my clothes… the feeling of waiting for his thick penis to enter my body… pulling his shorts down from my thighs, wanting to suck his young, virgin penis, and letting him…
When I woke up from the dream, my underwear, pajamas, and sheets were covered in my vaginal fluid, a large, wet patch. At first, I thought I had wet the bed, but I still felt my bladder was full of urine. When I got to the
bathroom, I realized that the liquid on the bed… was all my vaginal fluid. My body trembled as I washed my wanton vulva under the showerhead. Although I felt my body was completely relaxed, my mind was still highly tense, somewhat agitated or worried. I couldn't understand what was making me so confused.
When I was ready to go to work, I was still trying to figure out what the connection was between what was happening. Perhaps, when people are deprived of the right or opportunity to enjoy sex, they all have such "dreams"; perhaps, people's subconscious minds replay past events in different times and places. But in my dream, I was having sex with my "son"! Where did this subconscious thought come from? He doesn't even know his "mother's" secret, so how could I have such fantasies... intense thrusting... endless orgasms...
I must control myself. I can't blame him for this at all. He's a perfect gentleman, perfect in every way. He did everything he was supposed to do, and even more; he was always so polite and respectful to me. Of course, except when he was very young, he seemed a bit keen on "exploring" the only woman he ever met (laughs, a double entendre, I suppose).
But I must say very seriously, I truly love this child; I would do anything for him...
I absolutely cannot let my "problem" affect our relationship. However, as he grows older, things will become increasingly complicated. I think if I make things more complicated because of something I do, I will definitely regret it in the future.
I must always be mindful of my words and actions. Deep down, on one hand, I hope he finds a girl he loves and they do the things they "should do"; on the other hand, I don't want him to do that, at least not now. Frankly, right or wrong, I really want to help him understand all his curiosity about women... but I can't do that.
As I prepared to leave for work, I felt a sense of relief because I hadn't woken him or seen him while showering or drinking coffee. However, I immediately felt I'd missed an opportunity to see him…missed a goodbye kiss…before I drove away.
The whole day went smoothly (sexually speaking), and the following weeks were the same. On one hand, I felt relaxed and relieved, but on the other hand, I felt I'd lost the chance to experience that "feeling" and happiness. Ugh, my mind was a mess.
I was so happy to hear that he had finally taken my advice and started arranging dates with girls. But at the same time, I missed him terribly when he wasn't around.
He went out almost every other night, but didn't come back very late. Every night, I waited for him to come home, not with a strong desire, but just hoping for a goodnight kiss before going to sleep.
Although he went out frequently, we still spent enough time together every night and on weekends, so I could find out what he did, who he went out with, and his thoughts and opinions on these activities. I know he has some old friends and some new ones. Several times when he came back, he seemed still immersed in the joy of his dates; sometimes his face was flushed, and I even saw bright red hickeys on his cheeks and neck.
Many times, that "feeling" returned to my heart, sometimes fleeting, sometimes lingering and intense. Usually, that "feeling" only appeared when I lay in my own bed at night…
When that "feeling" visited my body more and more frequently, I began… to actively seek it out. I wanted to know what kind of expression would… bring me satisfaction again.
I didn't deliberately "try" to evoke that "feeling," but I knew it would come, depending on the situation and context. Sometimes that feeling would carry me away, take me flying… leading me into a very fulfilling atmosphere.
But now, the most pressing issue is that, on "such an afternoon," at my workplace, I felt that "caressing," "lovesickness," and "friction" spreading throughout my body, especially my nipples being forcefully "sucked," almost driving me mad. That "feeling" kept growing stronger and stronger, continuing into the evening.
All night, I struggled to control my desires and emotions until I could safely retreat to my bedroom. While he went out for another "date," I waited for his return, feeling "caresses" and
"harassment" on my body and mind all night, almost causing me to lose control.
He had been gone for several hours, and I felt the pressure lessen considerably, so I didn't do anything to seek self-gratification. I think that "feeling" had passed, and I was slightly disappointed that I hadn't... reached orgasm... I was still on the verge of climax... somewhat yearning to complete the pleasure that "feeling" had given me.
Anyway, I think this feeling is definitely related to my son. It's especially strong when he's around, or at least when he's home; and when it's just the two of us at home, especially at night, I feel it very, very strongly.
I think it's probably natural; if a woman and a young man want... maybe it's wrong... an older woman and a young man... could it really be incest?

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