Family Desire - Incest Novels

I. Seed (1) My name is Lin Ming, and I am a boy. My home is in a small county town. My mother's name is Wang Hong, and she is 41 years old and works as a civil servant. My father is also a civil servant, and he is 46 years old, but he works in a different unit than my mother. My grades are slightly above average in my class. My parents have tried many methods, such as enrolling me in extracurricular classes, but they have not been very effective. After a while, my parents gave up. Anyway, with my grades, I can still get into an average university. Maybe I will realize my mistake when I get to university. Students of our age do not have much exposure to other things. They mainly study and occasionally go to internet cafes to play games. The people they usually interact with are classmates and teachers. They are at most a little curious about sex. However, they know that they are still young and not at the age for dating. I should say that I am still a standard student. Although I have a lot of curiosity and sometimes indulge myself, I mainly focus on studying and do not hang out with the petty thugs in society. Next, I will talk about my mother, Wang Hong. My mother is not particularly beautiful. Her appearance is average. She is a very ordinary mother. She's about 1.6 meters tall, and has gained a little weight in recent years, with some belly fat. Her breasts are quite large, probably a 34D, and quite perky, and her hips are full too. A woman like that isn't particularly eye-catching. Like other only children, my parents love me very much, and I've hardly ever done any housework. My sexual fantasies and awakenings started with my mother. Today is Sunday, and after breakfast, I didn't go out to play. I stayed home to do my homework. My mother didn't go out either; she stayed home watching TV while I did my homework—a habit formed over many years. My father went out to play mahjong. I finished my homework around 2 pm. After finishing, I didn't want to go out to play, so I watched TV with my mother for a while. Feeling a bit sleepy, I went back to my room for a nap. I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up needing to pee. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. The TV in the living room was off; I didn't know if my mother had gone out. I walked a few steps groggily and heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. I guessed my mother was taking a shower. I was about to turn back to my room and wait for Mom to finish her shower before going to the bathroom. Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly noticed the bathroom door was open. "That's strange, Mom always closes the door when she showers. Did she leave and forget to turn off the tap? How careless!" I muttered to myself. I walked towards the bathroom, intending to pee and then turn off the tap. When I reached the bathroom door and could just see what was inside, I witnessed a scene I will never forget. The showerhead was running, and in the water was a naked body standing and showering. "Oh no, it's Mom taking a shower!" I was so scared I didn't dare breathe. It would be so embarrassing if Mom found out, and she might even think I was peeping and get angry. I wanted to turn around and leave, but inexplicably, my eyes fell on Mom's body. Mom's breasts were really big and firm, jiggling with the water, and there was a dark ring around her nipples. I involuntarily swallowed, my eyes following my mother's body downwards. Her buttocks were full and slightly upturned, and because she was facing away from me, I could see them even more clearly. As I looked, I felt my penis become erect, pushing my pants high. Instinctively, I placed my hand on my penis and gently massaged it. It felt very good, and I realized this must be what the books called masturbation. My mother was now bent over washing her thighs, her buttocks raised, swaying with the movements of my hands and legs, making my breathing quicken, and my hands moved faster. After washing her thighs, my mother must have finished showering, so she took the showerhead off the wall and rinsed off the soap. When she rinsed down there, I heard my mother let out a few moans. I felt a surge of desire, and my hand began to move violently on my penis. A spasm, and a stream of hot liquid shot out from my penis. I felt a sense of relief; I knew this was ejaculation. Seeing that Mom was almost finished showering, I quickly and quietly went back to my room, took off my pants, wiped the semen off them, put them back on, and immediately crawled into bed pretending to be asleep. My heart was pounding, and I didn't dare think about anything; I felt like a thief. After a while, I heard footsteps in the living room. I knew Mom had finished showering. Mom seemed to be in a good mood, even singing "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore." It seemed Mom hadn't noticed me, and I felt relieved. After a while, I heard the TV come on. I got out of bed, opened the door, rubbed my eyes, and pretended to have just woken up. When my mother saw me come out, she said, "Son, you're awake! You can really sleep. You've been sleeping for almost two hours. I've already given you a bath." When I heard "bath," I felt a little guilty and my face changed immediately. My mother saw this and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, no, I'm probably still a little sleepy. I'm going to take a bath too." I made up an excuse and went to the bathroom. After what happened that day, I changed and became full of desire for sex. I also learned to look at girls, but junior high school girls hadn't finished developing yet, so I couldn't tell their figures, especially after they wore their loose school uniforms. Female teachers were prettier, with big breasts and beautiful buttocks. I became obsessed with looking at women's breasts and buttocks. II. Seed (2) My name is Wang Hong, I am 41 years old, and I work in a small county town. I have a 46-year-old husband and a son named Lin Ming who is still in school. My family is an ordinary family. Like many ordinary families, marriage, children, and work are my whole life. I never thought about getting rich or anything like that. My only wish is for my son to get a good education, go to a good school, and find a good job in the future; that would be enough for me. My husband and I have been married for 20 years. I met him through a friend's introduction not long after I started working, and we got married. We both work in the same company, and our family life is quite happy. I'm very traditional about sex. I had a boyfriend when I was in college, but after graduation, we didn't work in the same place and lost contact, though we never had sex. My first time was with my husband. In the first few years of our marriage, we had sex quite often. My husband's sexual function was good then, and he was young, so we could basically have sex every other night. After we had children, it became less frequent. Firstly, it's inconvenient with children, and secondly, my main energy was focused on work and children. Especially in recent years, perhaps because my husband is getting older, or maybe because he likes to play mahjong and often comes home late at night, our sex life is very infrequent, maybe once a month. Because of my traditional thinking, although our sex life has decreased, it's probably just a matter of habit, and there's no real urge anymore. In the evenings, I would stay home, watch TV, help my son with his homework, and my husband would play mahjong if he wanted to. Days passed like this, one after another. Until one day. Today was Saturday, and I got up early. My husband hadn't come home until late last night and was still fast asleep, so I didn't wake him. When he's not working, he likes to sleep in, and my son was still asleep. After breakfast, I got busy; today was a big cleaning day. I first threw my and my husband's clothes into the washing machine. Then I went to find my son's clothes. I didn't knock before entering his room; I always do that, just calling out a few times. Today, thinking he was still asleep, I didn't knock and just went in. Pushing open the door, I saw a pile of dirty clothes in my son's room. Looking at my son, he was still fast asleep, the blanket kicked aside, not wearing pajamas, just a pair of shorts. "This kid's so big, yet he still moves around so much in his sleep, doesn't he even know to pull the blanket up?" I scolded softly, then went to pull the blanket up for him. As I pulled the blanket over him, I suddenly noticed his shorts were sticking up high. "No way, his little penis is already hard. He's really grown up; I can't treat him like a little kid anymore," I thought to myself, feeling a mix of joy and sadness. I knew he was growing up and might become disobedient, might even leave his parents. Thinking about this, I looked closer. My son was wearing men's briefs, which tightly covered his penis, making it bulge out. I could even see a few pubic hairs peeking out. Looking at his bulging shorts, I thought his penis looked bigger than his father's. To be this big at such a young age, it would be even bigger when it fully developed. That woman who married my son would be so lucky; he'd definitely make her ecstatic. As I was lost in thought, I felt my vagina react; it became itchy and a little wet. I was startled. "No way, this is my own son! How could I be reacting? I'm going to die! I'm such a good mother, why am I thinking about these things?" I immediately scolded myself. But my eyes still couldn't help but look at my son's shorts, and I had the urge to put my hand on them and touch them.I looked at my son's shorts, stretched high, and resisted the urge to touch them. My mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding. My vagina throbbed uncontrollably, and my juices flowed even more freely. On one hand, I knew it wasn't right to look at my son like this, but on the other hand, I found it incredibly exciting, a thrill different from my husband's. I lowered my head towards my son's shorts, smelling his scent through the fabric, and my hand couldn't resist reaching for my own vagina, slowly rubbing it. "No, I can't do this." I snapped back to reality, quickly stood up, and without even bothering to cover my son with the blanket, hurriedly grabbed his dirty clothes and rushed out. I went to the bathroom and threw the clothes into the basin. Still incredibly nervous, and with my vagina still itchy, I closed the bathroom door and began inserting my fingers into my vagina, moving them around. Soon, my juices gushed out, and I convulsed, feeling weak all over, collapsing to the floor. After calming down, I felt deeply remorseful, ashamed of my actions. I've never had sexual relations with any man other than my husband. While I've masturbated occasionally before, it was always with my husband. I've never considered having sex with other men. But today, I felt sexually aroused and masturbated in front of my son, and it felt even more exciting and pleasurable than with my husband. Am I becoming a bad woman? I feel uneasy about my behavior, afraid that I've become a bad woman, a perverted one at that. After that day, I don't know why, my clothing at home changed. I became more fashionable, liking to wear short skirts, low-cut tops, and even going without a coat. I also started using face masks more often. I feel like my youth has returned. And I'm spending more time with my son, intentionally or unintentionally. Before, being with him was just about a mother helping him with his homework; now it feels like being with a lover. I often glance at my son's penis, a feeling that makes me feel both ashamed and excited, even intoxicated. I really don't know what's wrong with me? Perhaps my traditions still harbor perverse desires. On sleepless nights, I often think of my son's shorts sticking out high, and each time it excites me and makes me masturbate uncontrollably. I quickly and forcefully insert my fingers into my vagina and vigorously rub my breasts. Each time it brings me to orgasm and satisfaction. After each orgasm, I still feel regret. III. Sprouting (1) I am Lin Ming. Since seeing my mother's body in the bathroom, I seem to have suddenly grown up a lot. I am full of desire for sex. I want to know what sex is. In addition to taking the opportunity to peek at women's breasts and buttocks, I also browse pornographic websites when my parents are not at home. I like to watch mature women's AV movies. Mature women excite me more. I compare them with my mother and feel that my mother is more real and more tempting. I also like to read incest novels, especially mother-son novels. Soon I learned what sex is, the positions of sex, etc. Lately, I've noticed changes in my mom. She seems to dress more fashionably than before, wearing more short skirts, tight tops, and leggings. This makes me stare more intently at her breasts and buttocks, which excites me and immediately arouses my penis. I only dare to glance when she's not looking, and if I'm lucky, I might even see what color underwear she's wearing, which excites me even more. I know she's my mother, and I shouldn't have such thoughts about her, but I just like it. Looking at her makes me feel excited, tense, and thrilled, and my penis gets hard quickly. My mom also spends more time helping me with my homework. Before, she would usually watch TV or do housework in the living room while I did my homework alone in my room. Now, she sits beside me more often, watching me work and occasionally leaning closer to check on me. I take this opportunity to greedily inhale her scent, which has actually helped me improve my studies. I like this feeling, and I like being with my mom. If things continued like this, my mother and I wouldn't do anything inappropriate. At most, I'd just be a teenage boy, confused about sex, keeping it a secret as I grew up. I believe many boys are like me. Before this, I never thought about crossing the line between mother and son, nor did I dare let my mother know about my masturbation habit. However, one thing made me want to do something with my mother even more. One night, I was half asleep when I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I got up to go to the toilet, and after urinating, I felt much more awake. I was still very sleepy and was about to go back to my room to sleep. I had just reached my room door—and I should mention that our house is a typical apartment with three bedrooms and a living room. My parents' room is next to mine, and the doors to both rooms are in the same place—when I heard "hmm, hmm" sounds coming from their room. "What's that sound?" I thought. "Could it be that my parents are having sex?" After watching pornography recently, I guessed that was probably it. A voice, like a devil, tempted me: "Come quickly, look, watch Mom make love, see Mom's sexy face, isn't this what you want most?" I couldn't resist the temptation. I held my breath and tiptoed to my parents' bedroom door. I heard "hmm, hmm" sounds coming from inside, interspersed with "slap, slap" sounds, and my mother saying, "Honey, be more forceful." I was excited. I had read about voyeurism in novels and fantasized about it, and today it happened to me, and it was my parents! It instantly aroused me. I gently pushed the door, but it didn't move. I didn't dare push too hard. I pressed my ear against the door, and my penis hardened, full of blood, and felt hot. Listening to my mother's voice, my hand moved along my penis. After a while, I heard rustling and tearing paper inside. I realized it was probably over, so I went to my own room, gently closed the door, and went to bed. My mind was filled with images of my mother taking a shower and her voice. That night, I masturbated several times, unable to fall asleep. In the days that followed, I preferred to fantasize about making love with my mother, and soon our relationship progressed further. One day after school, my mother was already home. Seeing me, she said, "Son, your father is in the countryside today and won't be home for dinner. Go out and buy something to eat yourself; I'm a little tired and don't want to cook." "Okay," I replied. "Mom, what's wrong? Should we see a doctor?" "Nothing, just aches all over. Maybe I have a bit of a cold." "Would you like me to give you a massage? It might help." "Sure, my son has really grown up; he knows how to care for his mother." "Of course, what son doesn't love his mother? Mom, lie down on the sofa; it'll be easier to massage that way." My mother lay down on the sofa, and I went over and started massaging her. At first, I mainly massaged her shoulders, sitting on the sofa. After a while, my mother made "hmm, hmm" sounds and said it felt so good. The moment I heard that sound, I couldn't help but think of that night. Just thinking about it made my penis react, and my gaze drifted to my mother's buttocks. She was wearing tight pants today, which accentuated the fullness of her buttocks, revealing a captivating slit in the middle. Seeing my mother like that made me lose control. I pressed down from her shoulders, quickly reaching her waist. I wanted to continue pressing on her buttocks, but I was afraid of being scolded. My eyes remained fixed on her buttocks, while my hands moved on her waist. Ultimately, desire overcame reason, and my slightly trembling hand moved to her buttocks. I felt her body tremble, but she didn't say anything. I first pressed gently on her buttocks, then slowly increased the pressure. I pressed back and forth on both sides of her buttocks, and I felt her body tremble again. After pressing hard, I couldn't keep pressing her buttocks, so I said to my mother, "Mom, let me massage your shoulders and waist too." My mother said, "Okay." I sat on my mother's buttocks and said, "It's easier to massage like this." I sat on my mother's buttocks, pressing her shoulders, and my body moved with the massage. I imagined this as making love with my mother, which made me more excited. My penis was harder than usual and felt throbbing. My mother also enjoyed the massage, saying repeatedly, "It feels so much better. My son is so good." Occasionally, she would make "hmm, hmm" sounds. After the massage, I went back to my room, closed the door, and quickly masturbated. I was still calling out in my heart, "Mom, your son loves you." A stream of hot semen spurted out, and I let out a long breath. IV. Sprouting (2) I am Wang Hong. Since I saw what happened to my son, I have changed. The sexual desire that had been suppressed for many years suddenly burst forth, like a fire being lit. When my husband came home late at night, I took the initiative to ask him to have sex, but he only asked me to do it once out of ten times. He made an excuse that he was too tired and had to go to work the next day, so I shouldn't mess things up and just go to sleep.My sexual desires weren't satisfied; in fact, they intensified. I had the urge to cheat, but reason prevented me from doing so, and I didn't dare to, because I have a family and a son, and I have to consider them. I've endured this for so many years; I can just keep going, I comforted myself with that thought.
"My figure is still pretty good, why doesn't my husband like me? He's not the kind of person who would go out and mess around, so why is this happening?" I asked myself, looking at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, my breasts were large and not sagging at all. I had a little bit of fat on my lower abdomen, but it wasn't particularly noticeable compared to others my age. Below, a patch of dark pubic hair covered my vulva.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but gently massage my breasts. I first pinched my nipples with two fingers, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then I massaged my breasts with one hand, and when one hand wasn't enough, I used the other. I was also thinking about my son's shorts sticking out of his pants, which quickly made my vagina wet. I freed one hand to massage my clitoris. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized this was the real me. Deep down, I still enjoyed this wanton feeling. I wanted to become a bad woman. My vagina reacted even more strongly. I inserted my fingers inside, thrusting them back and forth forcefully. I even fantasized that it was my son penetrating me, which caused my vaginal fluid to gush out. I felt weak all over, my limbs convulsing.
Although my husband wasn't interested, I noticed something. My son seemed to enjoy peeking at my buttocks and breasts. This made me happy; it meant someone still liked me, and my body could still arouse desire. So, I intentionally wore short skirts and swayed in front of him, and even bent over while doing housework to give him a chance to peek. At these times, I felt both nervous and excited, experiencing a different kind of pleasure, and having an object of my fantasies when I masturbated. My son must have grown up, almost fully developed; I occasionally saw his penis erect, and I was happy to have such allure. I also saw what I'd always wanted to see: my son's penis. On Sunday, my son was doing his homework at home, and I went shopping. I had some things to buy, so I couldn't help my beloved son with his homework. I wanted to go home early to be with him, so I quickly finished shopping and went home. When I opened the door, before I could even see what was inside, I heard a woman's moans. "No way, my husband is so rude, bringing a woman home?" I was furious. I put down my things and tiptoed towards the source of the groans. The sound was coming from my son's room. When I got to the door, I saw it wasn't my husband having an affair, but my son watching porn. The sound was from the movie; my son was staring intently at the computer screen, completely absorbed. I could make out the gist of the film—it seemed to be about an older woman and a young man having sex. My son has really grown up; he likes watching these kinds of things now. As he watched, he pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis. His penis was a little smaller than my husband's, but considering his age, it would definitely be bigger than his father's someday. He put his hand on his penis and stroked it back and forth. My vagina immediately reacted, and I became wet. I nervously watched my son's movements, my hand also on my vagina. This voyeuristic behavior intensified my feelings. It took my son a long time to ejaculate, and my underwear was soaked. I quickly grabbed my things, opened the door, and went out. I waited outside for a moment, then pretended to have just returned. As I came back in, I knocked on the door, calling for my son to open it. He seemed a little nervous when he opened the door. It turns out my son has really grown up and has sexual needs, and he prefers mature women like me.
(This is my first time writing an article like this. It's just a way of writing down my thoughts. If you like it, please comment. If there are many readers, I will continue to write.) V. Temptation (1) I am Lin Ming. I have fallen in love with my mother. I can't help but fall in love with my mother. I masturbate while fantasizing about my mother. I stare at my mother's buttocks and breasts and watch incest movies. This kind of thing makes me feel intoxicated. Moreover, I also find that my mother is more charming than before. I have always hoped that I can see my mother taking a bath again. That way, I can see the body that I will never forget. I have been looking forward to it. The opportunity has come. My father is going to the countryside today and won't be back to sleep. I know that my mother usually takes a bath at night, so I went to bed early. I pretended to be asleep. I wanted to see if I could see my mother taking a bath again. After sleeping for about half an hour, I heard my mother walk towards the bathroom. I became nervous and looked forward to it. I didn't know if my mother was going to the toilet or taking a bath. I wished she was taking a bath. I started to fantasize. After a while, about 10 minutes had passed, and I still hadn't heard my mother come out of the bathroom. I concluded that my mother was taking a bath. I got out of bed, not wearing boots because I didn't want to make too much noise. I quietly opened my bedroom door. Mom wasn't in the living room. I listened for a moment, and sure enough, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. My breathing quickened, and I tiptoed towards the bathroom like a thief. When I got there, the bathroom door was closed, and my heart sank. The sound of running water made me feel terrible. I didn't give up and gently pushed the door open. "Great, the door can be opened!" I exclaimed inwardly, feeling a mix of emotions. I didn't dare push it open too wide, just a crack, and I could just see Mom's body through the crack. And then I saw the scene I had been waiting for: Mom's breasts, as always, filled me with longing. Those big breasts must taste so good; I grew up sucking on them. I was a little jealous of Dad. He had Mom's breasts, and he could squeeze them however he wanted, suckle them however he wanted, while I could only suckle them when I was a child and didn't know any better. Mom was washing her body with a bath towel. She was currently washing her breasts, using one hand to wash while the other hand was touching her other breast. I guessed this was probably female masturbation, and she seemed to be enjoying it. My gaze slid to Mom's buttocks, a place I always longed for. I'd always fantasized about touching her buttocks, kissing them, and even thrusting into her from behind, slapping her buttocks as I did so. My penis was engorged, painfully hard like a ball of fire, wanting to find a hole to crawl into. Mom turned around, and my gaze quickly fell on her genitals, what we usually call her vulva. I could see a tuft of dark pubic hair, and two fleshy mounds hidden within it, but nothing else. "Is this Mom's vulva?" I wondered to myself. I really wanted to see and touch it up close, and even wanted to penetrate her. I'd never been with a woman before; I wondered what it would feel like. I fantasized, staring intently at Mom, my hand moving on my penis. Mom rubbed her vulva for a while, then I heard her sigh. She then took off the tap and started rinsing herself. I knew Mom was finished showering. I tiptoed back to my room, lay down on the bed thinking about Mom, and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. After that day, Mom changed in my heart. Mom was still the same Mom, but I had a one-sided crush. I felt empty when I couldn't see her, and I was only happy when Mom was around. I would do things to make Mom happy, and I would look at her breasts and buttocks when she wasn't looking. I admit I had fallen in love with Mom and was obsessed with her body. I would find Mom's underwear when Mom and Dad weren't around, especially the ones she had just changed out of. I would masturbate while smelling Mom's scent, and then fantasize about ejaculating inside her.
(It seems not many people like me!) VI. Temptation (2) I am Wang Hong. I have been doing quite well lately. After my son masturbated, I realized that there are still people who like me, and occasionally it is my son. This makes me happy but also uneasy. Overall, it has improved my mood a lot. I also created opportunities for my son to peek at me. I wear thin clothes at home so that my son can see my breasts better. I also stick my butt out while doing housework so that my son can see as much as he wants. I can get satisfaction from my son's tent or his flushed face. It excites me and gives me a fantasy object when I masturbate. I admit that I am a perverted mother. I really want to have something happen with my son, but reason tells me that I can't do that. We are mother and son. I can only think about it in my heart. I dare not break this taboo. This way, I can be satisfied to a certain extent. I also found that my son likes to be with me more. Basically, we are together when there is nothing to do. I like to be with my son. On this day, I was washing clothes at home. I took all the dirty clothes to the bathroom and then threw them into the washing machine one by one. When I got my underwear, my hand touched a hard lump. "What's this?" I picked it up and looked closely. There was a hard, fist-sized lump on my underwear, like something dried out. I thought carefully to make sure I hadn't put anything on it. "What could it be?" I muttered to myself. "Could it be...?" A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, "Could it be that my son used my underwear to masturbate?" I smelled it; there was a faint, fishy smell. "It must be that my son used my underwear to masturbate and then ejaculated on it." Thinking of this, my vagina involuntarily reacted, and I became wet. I smelled the scent on the underwear and, imagining my son masturbating, I masturbated. In my heart, I silently cried out, "Son, come and fuck Mommy! I want you." Soon, I reached orgasm. After that day, I paid more attention to my underwear and often found hard lumps on them, especially on freshly worn underwear. I knew my son had become infatuated with me, which made me very happy. Although I didn't dare cross the line between mother and son, I could give him greater satisfaction. I placed my discarded underwear in a conspicuous place, and when my husband wasn't home, I basically didn't wear any outer clothing, just a thin, low-cut bra, or even just a sleeveless t-shirt, and I would pretend to look at something so that my son could see my breasts. "Son, do I look good in this?" I asked my son as I put on my newly bought bra. It was a semi-transparent garment, and you could see that I was wearing a red bra today. My son looked at me for a while, and I could even see his throat move, probably as if he swallowed, before saying, "It looks good. Mom looks the prettiest like this. I bet Dad will be smitten." "You little rascal, you know how to make your mother happy. If you met a young girl, she'd be completely smitten with you," I scolded playfully. "Young girls aren't as pretty as Mom. Mom's figure is much better than theirs. I don't want to have a relationship so early." "Son, you have such a sweet tongue. You won't say things like that when you have a wife," I said happily. "Take a good look again, is it pretty?" After saying that, I slowly turned around in front of my son so that he could see more clearly. Such days gave me more to look forward to, and I was no longer interested in asking my husband to have sex. Being with my son like this gave me satisfaction. VII. Temptation Continued (1) I am Lin Ming. I have been masturbating more frequently lately because my mother always wears thin clothes and short pants. Being with me makes my penis get erect very quickly. My mother's underwear, panties, and bra are where my semen is shot. I am obsessed with everything about my mother. My mother has become more beautiful lately. Maybe it is because the weather is hot and my mother wears very thin clothes. She also likes to wear short skirts that she doesn't usually wear. I like my mother like this because I can have more fantasies. I suspect that my mother changed for me because when my father is at home, my mother wears the same clothes as before. She only changes into pretty clothes after my father goes out. Today, after breakfast, my father answered the phone and went out to play mahjong. After my father went out for a while, my mother went back to her room to change her clothes. My mother changed into a semi-transparent white underwear. Through the underwear, I could see that my mother was wearing a red bra. She was also wearing a black mini-skirt, the kind of short skirt more commonly worn by young girls. "So pretty, I love you, Mom!" I swallowed hard. "Son, do you think Mom looks good in this?" Mom asked, putting on her new underwear. I looked at her for a while, then said, "Yes, it looks good. Mom looks the prettiest in this. I bet Dad will be smitten." "You little rascal, you know how to make your mother happy. If you met a young girl, she'd be completely smitten," Mom scolded playfully. "How can young girls be as pretty as Mom? Mom's figure is much better than theirs. I don't want to fall in love too early." "Son, you're so sweet-talking. You won't say that when you have a wife," Mom said happily. "Look at yourself again, do you think it looks good?" After saying that, Mom slowly turned around in front of me, letting me see more clearly. "Wow! Mom's skirt is so short. Is this the legendary mini-skirt that barely covers my bottom?" "This skirt just barely covers Mom's bottom, making it easier to see how big her bottom is," Mom bent over. "Wow, Mom's bottom is so big! She's wearing pink panties that cling tightly to her bottom. I can't take it!" My penis got hard, and I even had the urge to ejaculate. It was so exciting. "Mom, you're so beautiful. I'll find a wife like you someday," I exclaimed. "What do you mean by a wife like Mom? You little rascal, you're taking advantage of your mother," Mom scolded playfully. "I just mean Mom's beautiful. Besides, I'm your son. Isn't it normal for a son to take advantage of his mother?" I chuckled. "Fine, you little rascal, you know how to talk." "Mom rolled her eyes at me, then sat me down to watch TV. With such a sexy mom next to me, how could I possibly concentrate on TV? I watched absentmindedly, my eyes sneaking peeks at Mom's two full breasts through her low-cut neckline. I could see the white base of her breasts and her deep cleavage. My breathing quickened. "What's wrong, son? Are you feeling unwell or sick?" Mom noticed my unusual behavior and asked with concern. She even leaned closer and reached out to touch my forehead. This was even worse; everything went white before my eyes, and I almost had a nosebleed like in the exaggerated scenes on TV. "Nothing's wrong." "I answered. Mom touched her forehead but didn't say anything. We watched TV together, but after a while I really couldn't take it anymore, so I told Mom I was going to take a nap, and then I went back to my room, closed the door, and quickly masturbated. After ejaculating, I didn't want to leave, so I just closed my eyes on the bed. I don't know how much time passed before I woke up. I got out of bed, opened the door, and went to the living room. I habitually went to the bathroom to see if Mom was taking a shower. There was no one in the bathroom. I peed and muttered to myself, "Mom went out?" I went back to the living room and was about to turn on the TV when I saw that my parents' bedroom door was closed. "Mom is taking a nap?" I walked towards my parents' room without thinking. When I got to the door, I listened and there was no sound inside. "Could she really have gone out?" I pushed the door open; it wasn't locked. I saw my mother lying in bed, seemingly asleep. Realizing this was a perfect opportunity to peek, I coughed softly. Seeing no reaction, I stealthily made my way to her bed like a thief. There were two wads of toilet paper beside her bed. Because of the heat, she was only covering her stomach with the corner of the blanket, her feet sticking out, and she was still wearing a short black skirt. I held my breath and crouched down to look. "What luck! Mom actually took off her pink underwear." "I saw Mom's dark pubic hair, thick labia, and a captivating slit. Great, I have to take a good look. I slowly moved my head closer to Mom's crotch. This way I could see more clearly, and it made my heart beat faster. My penis quickly hardened. I resisted the urge to touch Mom's vulva and focused on looking. After a while, I slowly moved closer to Mom, took a deep breath, and gently lifted the blanket. To my surprise, Mom wasn't wearing any clothes; her clothes and underwear were off beside her. Her two large breasts were erect, as if tempting me to suckle. 'Mom isn't masturbating, is she?' I thought, picking up a piece of toilet paper from the floor. It was clearly wet, with noticeable lumps. I couldn't help but think, 'Could it be that Mom was watching me masturbate, and then couldn't resist and started masturbating too?'" "That possibility still exists," I thought, getting even more excited. My penis felt harder and bigger than usual, and I liked satisfying my mother. I swallowed hard, touching my erect penis, really wanting to just thrust it into my mother's vagina. But I didn't have the guts; she was my mother. Besides, it wasn't so bad; the feeling of spying was quite exciting.After a quick glance, I couldn't resist any longer. With trembling hands, I slowly reached for my mother's breasts. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. Finally, my trembling hand landed on my mother's breast. Her breasts were so smooth and soft—this was a woman's breast, the first woman's breast I had ever touched since I was old enough to understand. I didn't dare move, just kept my hand on my mother's breast. My penis also felt the urge to ejaculate; it was just too stimulating. Touching breasts for the first time, and it was my mother's breast—was this incest? Although I hadn't masturbated, my penis really felt like it was going to ejaculate. I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart a little. I didn't want this wonderful opportunity to end so soon. At that moment, my mother turned over, and I quickly withdrew my hand and immediately squatted down. I squatted for a bit, but my mother didn't wake up, and her body was now turned away from me. Now it was difficult for me to touch my mother's breasts. However, my mother's buttocks were right in front of me. I wanted to cherish this wonderful opportunity and do something even more exciting. I unzipped my pants and laboriously pulled my engorged penis out of my shorts. Then my hand reached for Mom's buttocks. Not being able to get it through her short skirt, I slipped my hand inside. Mom's buttocks were really big and quite bouncy. I gently applied some pressure. Slowly, my hand moved to Mom's butt crack, and along the crack, I touched Mom's vulva. Mom's vulva was thick, and I could feel it emitting heat. It was so stimulating! My other hand started stroking my penis. "Hoo,""Mmm!" I ejaculated, and this time I felt like my whole body was flying. It took me a while to recover. I took the toilet paper my mother had placed on the bedside table and wiped myself, and also wiped the semen that had been ejaculated on the floor. Then I quietly walked out of my mother's room and quietly closed the door. I will never forget this day! VIII. Temptation Continued (2) I am Wang Hong. After breakfast today, my husband went out to play mahjong. I asked my son, and he said he would stay home to play with me. I was very happy to hear that. I used the same old method. After my husband went out, I went back to the room to change my clothes. It was the white semi-transparent one that I mentioned to everyone last time. I also changed into a super short skirt. This was a new one that I bought just to show my son. Even my husband has never seen it. I didn't wear stockings under the skirt. I wore a pink pair of briefs. I like to dress up for my son. My son, of course, watched without blinking. Sitting next to him, I could hear his heavy breathing. I knew he was being teased to the point of exhaustion. To be honest, I was a little overwhelmed too; my genitals were itching, and my face was burning. My son probably couldn't take it anymore, so he made an excuse to take a nap and went back to his room, closing the door. After a while, I went to his room and heard heavy, suppressed breathing coming from inside. I knew he was definitely masturbating. I didn't push the door open; he might find out. I leaned against the door, listening, and my vagina involuntarily became wet. After listening for a while, I couldn't resist either, so I went back to my room, took off my underwear and clothes, and started masturbating, rubbing my breasts and vagina. After the orgasm, I felt weak all over, with no strength left, and fell asleep on the bed. I was half asleep when I thought I heard the sound of a door opening. I thought it was just a dream and didn't think much of it, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up, the blanket I was wearing was off. I assumed I had kicked it off while sleeping and didn't pay much attention. I got dressed and got out of bed, then went to find a broom to sweep up the toilet paper I had left on the floor to wipe away my bodily fluids. "Wait a minute, something's not right? I don't think I used that much paper," I said, puzzled. "There are four or five wads of paper on the floor. I think I only used two." I thought about it carefully, and there really weren't that many. Then I remembered hearing the door open. "Could it be my son? Could he have sneaked in to see me? And then he saw me naked and started masturbating right next to me. My son is so bold!" "I was surprised by my son's behavior, but at the same time, it aroused me. It meant he liked me, liked my body, and my vagina was responding. His behavior was exciting, a different kind of excitement than what my husband gave me; I've never felt this satisfied with him. I've fallen in love with my son, just like I love my husband. My son probably likes me too, and he knows about my masturbation. I decided to continue like this, to maintain this relationship with him. Afterwards, my son and I became even closer. I would find an excuse to hug him, and at those times I could feel his penis immediately becoming erect, occasionally pressing against my thigh. I pretended nothing was happening. The first time, my son was nervous; the second time, he pretended nothing was happening, just like me. I even went so far as to not wear a bra or underwear, which immediately aroused my son. I liked it." It was my son and I at home that day. He was doing his homework, and I had changed into his favorite semi-transparent white bra, but I wasn't wearing a bra. I also wore a miniskirt, again without underwear. Then I sat next to him while he did his homework. His gaze kept drifting to my breasts, and I intentionally leaned closer to him so he could see them. I noticed his face quickly changed. I pretended to look for his book, sticking my butt out so he could see my buttocks and pubic hair. His peeping excited me, and I squeezed my legs together to resist. My son finished his homework quickly and said he wanted to sleep. I left his room, and he closed the door. A little while later, I went back to his door, and sure enough, I heard heavy breathing coming from inside. I knew he was masturbating again. My vagina was also aroused, but I resisted the urge to masturbate because I had a better plan. I went back to the sofa and started watching TV, turning the volume up so my son could hear me. After about half an hour, he still hadn't come out. I guessed he was asleep, so I went to the door and called, "Son?" After a moment of silence, I was sure he was asleep. I gently pushed the door open. He was indeed asleep, not wearing pants; he must have taken them off to masturbate and then fallen asleep. I went to the bedside. His penis lay limp, about 10 centimeters long, probably bigger than his father's when erect. I gently placed my hand on his penis—it was so hot! I really wanted to see what it looked like when it was hard. I moved my hand very slowly and gently, afraid of waking him. My vagina started to wet. Soon, his penis reacted, playfully sticking up. Holding his large penis, my reaction intensified. I rubbed my breasts, thinking, "Son, Mommy's vagina is itchy; I want your penis inside me." "My hand, which was on his penis, continued to move. I touched my vagina and gently rubbed it, even inserting my fingers inside. After about ten minutes, my son ejaculated hot semen, covering my hand. My vagina also gushed out fluid at the same time. I found some toilet paper and carefully wiped my son clean. Then I left the room, closed the door, and went back to my own room. As I came out, I intentionally pushed my son." I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, leaving my bedroom door open. I was somewhat looking forward to my son watching me masturbate, just like last time. I pretended to be asleep with my eyes half-closed, and after what seemed like an eternity, I heard soft footsteps. I opened my eyes a crack and, sure enough, saw my son cautiously approaching. I felt both nervous and expectant, and I closed my eyes tightly. My son stood by the bed for a moment, and then I felt his trembling hand on my breast, and my body trembled as well. I could hear his suppressed breathing; his hand didn't dare move. I turned my body so my buttocks faced him, and his hand touched my large buttocks. I deliberately spread my legs wider so he could see my vulva more clearly. Finally, his hand touched my vulva, and my clitoris throbbed, and a little fluid came out. I almost cried out, but I bit my lip tightly, afraid to make a sound. This stimulation amplified my reaction, and my body trembled slightly. My son seemed to notice and stopped, allowing me to finally breathe a sigh of relief. A moment later, I heard a rustling sound, and then the hand that was on my vulva made a small movement, gently rubbing it. I became even wetter. I rolled over, turning to face my son and spreading my legs a little. Perhaps startling him, because after a while, I felt a warm breath coming from my vulva. I opened my eyes a crack and saw my son bent over, head down, intently looking at my vulva. He was very close, his penis erect, his hand stroking it. Seeing this, I almost couldn't hold back and immediately became wet. I quickly closed my eyes. I watched my son's movements. After a while, his hand moved to my vagina, gently rubbing it and even inserting his fingers inside. At the same time, I heard him softly moan, "Mommy, Mommy." My body involuntarily undulated, and soon I ejaculated. My body convulsed and went limp; I knew I had orgasmed. Then I heard my son's heavy breathing, and it seemed a few drops of his semen had landed on me. A moment later, I felt my son wiping my genitals and body with tissue, and then I heard him slowly walk outside. I opened my eyes and smiled contentedly at him. IX. Tacit Understanding (1) I am Lin Ming. My relationship with my mother has become very subtle lately. From my observation, it seems that my mother knows that I touch her breasts and vagina, and that I masturbate in front of her. My mother doesn't seem to object, and she even goes without a bra and wears underwear, which makes me very excited. Today, I was doing my homework when my mother came to keep me company, wearing her semi-transparent white clothes. My eyes naturally stole glances at my mother's breasts. My mother's breasts are really big, and there is a black ring around her nipples. My penis got hard when I saw them. My mother also lowered her head and moved closer to me, and I could see her breasts completely. Such stimulation almost made me lose control. My mother also pretended to look for a book and stuck her butt out. "Oh my god! My mother is not wearing underwear. I can see my mother's pubic hair." "I had the urge to ejaculate, so I quickly lowered my head and held it in. My mother probably noticed something was wrong with me and hugged me from behind, her breasts pressed tightly against my back—it felt so good. I made an excuse that I needed to take a nap, and my mother left. I heard the TV, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I quickly took off my pants and started masturbating. After ejaculating, I lay on the bed, not wanting to move."After a while, I thought I heard my mother calling me. I didn't answer, thinking I must have misheard. A moment later, I heard the door open. I didn't pay much attention. A little while later, I felt a hand touching my penis. I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing beside me, head down. Of course, it was her hand on my penis. My penis immediately became hard, and my mother's hand grasped it, gently stroking it. She was also touching her breasts and inserting her hand into her vagina. "Mom is so lewd!" I liked my lewd mother; she could only be lewd with me. I ejaculated hot semen, and my mother breathed heavily. After a while, my mother wiped the semen with a tissue, then pushed me away and left. I lay on the bed, satisfied. The first time my mother's hand had masturbated me, I savored the memory. After lying there for a while, I put on my pants and got up. I wanted to see my mother without a bra or underwear. When I got up, my mother wasn't in the living room or the bathroom. I went to my parents' room and saw Mom asleep in bed. The bed was completely white; Mom was naked. I finally understood what Mom meant when she nudged me—she wanted me to spy on her. I quietly walked to Mom's bedside. The first thing I saw was her large breasts. I lowered my head, inhaling her scent with rapture, my trembling hand touching them. Those were the same large breasts I adored, the breasts of my fantasies. Mom turned over, her buttocks facing me. I touched her buttocks, gently pressing them—they were so bouncy! My penis quickly became erect, and I gently rubbed it. Then Mom turned over again, startling me; she was now facing me directly. I froze for a moment, then, after thinking about it, especially remembering how my mother had pushed me, I grew bolder. I pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis, and then brought my head close to my mother's vagina, carefully and nervously observing it. I noticed it seemed to be a little wet, so I placed my hand on her labia and gently rubbed it. My mother's body trembled. I knew she was aroused, so I gently inserted one finger into her vagina and started moving it gently, while my other hand squeezed and moved my penis. This scene, this stimulation, made my mother tremble violently, and her vaginal fluid gushed out. I felt a surge of excitement, and my movements quickened. Soon, hot semen shot out, landing a few drops on my mother's body. I let out a comfortable groan, then carefully wiped away the fluid and my semen before leaving. After that day, my mother and I developed a tacit understanding. When my father was around, my mother dressed as usual; when he wasn't, she would wear very little, often sleeping naked in bed, while I would touch her body and masturbate. Or I would pretend to be asleep in bed, taking off my pants and letting my mother help me ejaculate, while she masturbated at the same time, making sounds that ecstatically pleased me. I liked this tacit understanding, and I enjoyed it immensely. Of course, other things happened between my mother and me. One day, my mother and I visited a village. My mother took me on a moped. I sat on the moped, my hands naturally around her waist. After riding for a while, I consciously moved closer to my mother, holding her tighter. I smelled my mother's scent and chatted with her casually. Slowly, my penis became erect and pressed against my mother's buttocks. I felt my mother move slightly; I believe she felt it too. She didn't say anything and continued chatting with me. Seeing that Mom didn't object, I placed both hands on her stomach and hugged her even tighter, my penis pressed firmly against her buttocks, my head resting against her back. Mom's body reacted even more strongly. At first, it was a cement road, but after about 10 minutes, it became a dirt road. The dirt road was even more unbearable because it was uneven, so the motorcycle went up and down, inevitably causing my penis to poke Mom's buttocks repeatedly, making her moan "hmm, hmm" a few times. I became even more excited, rubbing Mom's stomach a few times and deliberately poking her buttocks harder. At this point, Mom and I stopped talking, enjoying this strange feeling. The dirt road was a bit long, and Mom was riding the motorcycle slowly, for about 20 minutes. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I hugged Mom tightly, my penis pressed firmly against her buttocks, and ejaculated hot semen. Mom felt it too, her whole body trembling violently, letting out heavy breathing. I hugged my mother contentedly without saying a word, enjoying this tender moment. X. Tacit Understanding (2) I am Wang Hong. After the last time I helped my son masturbate, he looked at me naked, inserted his hand into my vagina, and even ejaculated on me, I think my son understood my thoughts and we maintained a tacit understanding. When my husband is around, we are a normal mother and son. When my husband is not around, my son will take off his pants on the bed and pretend to be asleep, and I will help him masturbate. Moreover, the movements are getting bigger and bigger, and my masturbation makes it easier for me to orgasm. Or I will take off my clothes and wait on the bed for my son to touch me, rub me, insert his hand into my vagina, and ejaculate on me. My son is very cooperative and will even kiss my big breasts. The boldest time was when he knelt on the bed and ejaculated on my vagina. He didn't wipe it clean afterward. After he left, I dipped my hand in his semen and tasted it. It was fishy and didn't taste good. These days filled me with joy, and also made me infatuated. I loved my son, even though it felt perverse to me. But it was precisely this perversion that excited me more, leading to repeated orgasms. One day, my son and I visited a village. I rode a light motorcycle with him on the back. After he got on, he put his hands on my waist and hugged me tightly. After riding for a while, I felt his hard penis pressing against my buttocks. My body went limp, and I almost cried out. I didn't make a sound, and his penis pressed even harder. After a while, we came to a dirt road. The motorcycle bounced up and down on the dirt road, and his penis thrust against my buttocks again and again. My vagina was very wet, and my clitoris was throbbing. I clenched my teeth, afraid to make a sound. My son's penis kept thrusting against me, and neither of us spoke, understanding each other perfectly. After a while, his penis was pressed tightly against my buttocks, his penis trembled, and he made a heavy breathing sound. I knew my son had ejaculated. My body convulsed, and I was wet with vaginal fluid. I had also orgasmed. My son is amazing; he can make his mom orgasm anytime. At this point, there's really only a thin veil separating us, but neither of us dares to break it easily. It's quite nice this way; the feeling of peeping excites both of us easily, and it can bring each other to orgasm. We can be both mother and lover at the same time, and I'm willing to do anything for my son. Today, my husband is away in the countryside and won't be home to sleep. Tonight, as usual, I wore a white low-cut bra and a black skirt to watch TV with my son. He was still secretly looking at my breasts, and his penis was hard. He leaned on my shoulder, sniffing my scent up close. He even pressed himself against my thigh; I could feel his warm breath on my vulva. When it was almost time, I said I was going to take a shower. I went to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and started showering. After a while, I heard the door open. I looked back and saw the door was pushed open a little. I knew it was my son peeping at me showering. I instantly became excited, and I started kneading my breasts in response, making lewd moans, and sticking my butt out so my son could see more clearly. I admit I'm lewd and perverted. I'm a bad mother, and I want my son to see my lewdness clearly. I rubbed my breasts and turned to face the door, one hand kneading my nipples, the other my vulva. I saw my son also take out his penis and start masturbating. This excited me even more. I inserted my hand into my vulva, using two fingers if one wasn't enough, moaning lewdly. I continued like this until my son ejaculated and I squirted. After my orgasm, I washed myself clean with water, put on my clothes, and came out. My son had already gone back to his room. It wasn't a good time to meet, so I avoided him. I called out to him, telling him I was going to sleep and needed to take a shower. He answered. I went back to my room, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed. Letting my son see me masturbating was very exciting because it made me feel lewd and perverted. Plus, the fact that he was my son gave me a forbidden pleasure. I don't know if my son understood what I meant. I told him to go take a shower, but I didn't close my bedroom door. I still hoped he would come and rub my breasts and my pussy. I lay there hoping, and after a while, I heard my son open the door from his room, and then I heard him walk towards the bathroom. I knew he was going to take a shower. I waited patiently. After his shower, he turned off the light and tiptoed into my room. I tensed up, breathing slowly. It was dark everywhere, so I could open my eyes. My son climbed onto my clothes, his thigh brushing against mine. "My son isn't wearing pants either! My son is just as perverted as his mother. But Mommy likes it."My son gently touched my thigh, then slowly moved his hand up to my crotch. I trembled, and some fluid leaked from my vagina. His hand moved to my vagina and began to rub it. My body grew hot. With one hand rubbing my vagina, he moved the other to my breasts. He pinched my nipples, which hurt a little, but this pain excited me even more. He rubbed my breasts harder, not gently, but forcefully, and even inserted his fingers into my vagina. My body trembled, and he thrust even harder, his hand moving faster. He withdrew his hand from my breasts. Then I heard heavy breathing. I knew he was masturbating, which made my vagina react more intensely, producing more fluid. My son thrust hard into my vagina… and I finally ejaculated, my body going limp. His masturbation became faster, and his semen shot onto my breasts, with a few drops landing on my face. A moment later, my son went out, and I quickly got up to find some paper to wipe away my vaginal fluid and my son's semen. XI. Taboo (1) I am Lin Ming. My mother and I have always maintained this tacit understanding. Neither of us wanted to break this understanding, and I also liked the feeling of spying. I like this kind of mother even more. She is my mother and also my lover. My mother has become bolder and has become a lewd mother. My mother was masturbating in the bathroom. I went to peek, and my mother also noticed me. Neither of us made a sound. I also took out my penis and started masturbating. I knew that my mother had seen it too. My mother's masturbation movements were even bigger, and she spread her legs wide so that I could see her masturbation movements clearly. My lewd mother made me ejaculate. And my mother also made a satisfied moan. After I went back to my room, my mother called me and said that she was going to sleep and told me to take a shower. I came out of my room a moment later. The lights in the living room were already off, and my mother's room was also dark. I went to take a shower, and after showering, I went straight to my mother's room without putting on any clothes. I knew she was hinting that I should make her climax again. I climbed onto her clothes and rubbed her breasts and vagina, inserting my fingers into her vagina. After my mother climaxed, I ejaculated onto her breasts. My mother and I both became a little perverted, and we tacitly kept our secret. When there were other people around, I was a sensible and good son, but when it was just my mother and me, I could get satisfaction from her. On Sunday, my mother and I were at home. My mother had just changed her clothes when she received a call from my aunt, who said she was coming to my house. My mother looked at me apologetically when she answered the phone, and I could only smile helplessly. My mother went back to her room to change her clothes. My aunt, Wang Yun, is 45 years old and a teacher. My uncle is a businessman who has made a lot of money. Because of her good financial situation, my aunt is very particular about her appearance and maintenance, so she looks about the same age as my mother, a typical pair of sisters. After my period started, my gaze involuntarily drifted to her. She was wearing a light blue dress today, giving her a very youthful appearance. Her breasts looked quite large, only slightly smaller than my mother's, but firmer. After my period started, she started chatting with my mother. I listened for a while; it was all gossip and idle chatter. I said I had to do my homework and went back to my room. Back home, instead of doing my homework, I started reading something erotic, listening to music while reading. I was reading an incestuous novel. I was very engrossed, thinking about how my mother and I maintained this kind of relationship. It excited me, and my penis became hard. I slowly touched it with my hand. "Oh, so you're reading erotic novels, and incestuous ones at that. Do you want that too?" Suddenly, a voice came from beside me. I was startled and immediately turned around. It turned out to be my aunt who had come in sometime during the day. I thought she wouldn't come in while chatting with my mother; she would at least knock before entering. I had really made a big mistake. I stammered, not knowing what to say. "I thought you were doing your homework. I kindly came in to tutor you, but I didn't expect you to be so naughty, watching such bad stuff. Aren't you afraid of being corrupted?" Auntie scolded. "How could I be so easily corrupted? Besides, it's my first time watching this. It's normal for young people to watch these things. Don't foreign countries even promote sex education? Why don't you educate me and give me a proper understanding?" I argued. "You have a point. Believe me, I'll tell your mother and see how you explain it then." "Mom already knows. I'm not afraid of her telling me." I muttered to myself, but I didn't dare say it directly. This was a secret between me and my mother. "Please, Auntie, please keep this a secret for me this time. I promise I'll listen to you from now on and do whatever you ask. I also promise to improve my studies." "Not bad attitude." Auntie seemed very satisfied. "But you said you'd do whatever I ask, right?" Looking at Auntie's cunning face, I felt a little tricked, but this wasn't the time to think about that. I needed to get through this first. I smiled and said, "Definitely, definitely." "Okay, then I have something for you to do now," Auntie said, walking to the door and saying, "Wang Hong, I'm tutoring Xiaoming a bit, don't disturb us." She then closed and locked the door. "Auntie, what can I do for you?" I asked with a fawning smile. "Not bad, good attitude. Before I knew it, your little penis had grown quite a bit, looks pretty big." Auntie said, reaching for my penis and touching it. "Didn't you say you were talking about sex education? Today, Auntie will teach you." I then realized that Auntie was also a slut. But Auntie was quite mature, a mature woman with big breasts and a big butt, my type. "Okay, okay, Auntie, whatever you say, I'll do. I always listen to Auntie." Auntie unzipped my pants and released my penis. "Wow, it's really big, it'll definitely get even bigger when it grows up, can your wife handle it?" she said, moving her hands around. I was sitting in a chair, while Auntie was bent over. I said, "Don't you women all like men with big dicks? Bigger is better. Is your uncle's dick bigger than mine?" As I spoke, I put my hand on my aunt's buttocks and started rubbing it. "What does it matter to you whether your uncle's is big or not? You're too young to know these things," my aunt scolded, but she didn't object to my hand on her buttocks, so I rubbed it even harder. "You little rascal, you're really lecherous, even taking advantage of your aunt." My aunt's face quickly turned red. "You're my aunt, practically my second mother, it's normal for a son to take advantage of his mother," I cleverly argued. My hand was still rubbing her buttocks, and it even reached towards her cleft. My aunt's buttocks jerked forward, and her hand movements quickened. I stood up, hugged my aunt tightly, and said, "Auntie, I feel terrible. I want to know what it's like to have sex with a woman. Can you help me?" As I hugged her, I rubbed my aunt's buttocks hard with both hands, and my aunt quickly made sounds of "Mmm, mmm" and "No, no." I didn't break up with her. I continued rubbing her buttocks and pressing my mouth against her breasts, doing this for a while. Seeing that she seemed to be enjoying it, I squatted down, lifted her skirt, and continued rubbing her buttocks with my hands while kissing her vulva through her white panties. She quickly responded, saying, "Good boy, take off my panties, it'll feel even better." I took off her panties and even smelled them. She saw this and cursed, "You pervert!" I didn't answer, and started kissing her vulva. I first licked her labia, then used my tongue to penetrate her vagina and stir it around. She trembled all over, exclaiming, "Good boy, licking my vulva like this feels so good! I haven't felt this good in so long!" I brought her to orgasm, and she lay weakly on the bed. I pulled down my pants, shoved my penis into my aunt's mouth, and said, "Auntie, you're feeling good, but I haven't ejaculated yet. You have to help me get it out." "Okay," my aunt happily agreed, and then took my penis into her mouth. This feeling was much better than masturbation; it was tight and warm. My penis moved up and down in my aunt's mouth for a long time before I ejaculated my hot semen. My aunt wiped me clean with a tissue and said contentedly, "Xiaoming, you can't let anyone know about this. Just keep it to yourself. If you're obedient, I can help you like this again if there's a chance." "I promise I won't tell anyone. You're my dear aunt, and I'll listen to you the most." "You have such a sweet tongue. I wonder how many girls you'll fool when you grow up." "I don't like little girls. I like mature women like your aunt." "Although I know this isn't the truth, my aunt still likes to hear it. It's so good to have a son," my aunt sighed. My aunt got dressed, tidied up, and left. I fell asleep on the bed, exhausted. My aunt went home after dinner. XII. Taboos (2)My name is Wang Hong. My relationship with my son is going strong; we don't want to break this unspoken understanding. When others are around, we're mother and son; when it's just the two of us, we're lovers. Unexpectedly, something happened. On Sunday, my son and I were at home. I had just changed my clothes when I received a call from my sister, who said she was coming over. I answered the phone with an apologetic look, and my son could only smile helplessly. I went back to my room to change again. My sister, Wang Yun, is 45 years old and a teacher. Her husband is a businessman who has made a lot of money. Because of her good financial situation, she spends a lot on dressing up and taking care of herself, so she looks about my age, even more attractive than me. Her husband is away from home most of the time, and they have a daughter who is married and works in another city. After my sister arrived, she started chatting with me. My son listened for a while, then said he had to do his homework and went back to his room, closing the door behind him. My sister and I chatted for a long time, and finally she said, "Go do what you need to do. I'll go check Xiaoming's homework and see if he needs any extra help." Of course, I had no objection, so I went to do the housework. My sister went inside to tutor her son. A little while later, I heard her say, "Wang Hong, I'm tutoring Xiaoming a bit. Don't disturb us." I agreed and continued with my chores. After finishing the chores, I remembered my sister and went to my son's door. I heard moans coming from inside, and I immediately recognized them as the sounds of a woman having sex. I pushed the door hard, but it wouldn't open. I angrily muttered to myself, "My sister's a slut, trying to seduce my good son. I'm not finished with you!" I didn't shout, afraid of embarrassing my son. Listening to the heavy breathing inside, my own penis started to react. I'm such a pervert; even listening to my son and sister having sex excites me. I listened for a moment, afraid I couldn't handle it, and then I stopped. I didn't want my sister to discover my secret with my son. I was thinking about how to confront my sister, but then I remembered that her husband was away from home most of the time, and she was even more lonely than me, so I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Forget it, it's my son who benefited anyway. I won't argue with him." I sat on the sofa and started watching TV. When my sister came out, I looked at her; her face was flushed, clearly showing she'd just had an orgasm. Seeing me watching TV, she said, "It's so hot, I'm going to take a shower." "You're going to wash off your cum, aren't you?" I thought to myself, but said aloud, "Okay, go ahead and shower, I'll watch TV." Watching the TV and listening to the running water, I said indignantly, "I'm going to see what your cunt looks like!" Then I headed towards the bathroom. At the bathroom door, I called out, "Sister, open the door, I want to take a shower too." My sister opened the door, and I saw her naked. Her breasts were a little smaller than mine, but firmer, and she didn't have any obvious fat on her lower abdomen. Her buttocks were typical of a mature woman—large and full. "You slut, you've got a good figure," I cursed inwardly. "You want to take a shower but you're still not taking off your clothes? Aren't you embarrassed in front of me?" my sister said. I snapped out of my daze and started taking off my clothes.

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