Demonic Thoughts (Hypnotic Novel) - Incest Novel

It was Saturday again. My husband, a captain on an ocean liner, had just set sail for South Africa, a trip that would likely last another ten days to two weeks. I had just bought half a frozen chicken at the supermarket, but when I got home, I found the downstairs living room deserted and quiet. "Where did they all go?" I muttered to myself, taking the groceries to the kitchen. I was supposed to attend a routine teachers' meeting, but the principal had something come up, so I came home early without informing my two children. I thought for a moment, then strode upstairs to my bedroom. I placed my handbag on the bedside table and began unbuttoning my suit jacket. Once all the buttons were off, I took off my thin wool coat and threw it on the bed. I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath; I was wearing a flesh-colored embroidered lace bra without a shirt underneath. My hand slid down to my waist, found the zipper of my skirt, and gently pulled it down. The short skirt slid down my thighs, bunching up at my ankles to reveal my flesh-colored lace-trimmed lace panties. I slightly bent my knee and stepped out from under my skirt, then bent over sharply, raising one long leg clad in light flesh-colored stockings, my full, round buttocks sticking out high. I then removed my beige open-toe high heels and stepped onto the carpet beside the bed, still wearing the stockings. I thought for a moment, then walked to the dressing mirror in front of the wardrobe, wearing only my underwear, and stared blankly at my half-naked reflection. My husband, Gao Jun, and I have been married for over ten years, right after I graduated from university. Our relationship has always been good, and because Gao Jun's father holds an important position in the government, I was able to get a place in the prestigious high school where I currently work. My husband, thanks to his father's connections, found a high-paying job at a shipping company and has recently been promoted to captain. Our family life can be described as happy and fulfilling. However… despite having given birth, thanks to her good family background and her own self-care, her voluptuous body, exuding the aura of a mature woman, remains slender. Her breasts and buttocks have enlarged, and her thighs are slightly fuller, but comparatively, she still has a curvaceous and sensual figure, looking only about thirty years old. However, a woman's body is truly a double-edged sword. For a woman whose husband is often away, and in the prime of her life, my body and my desires have been neglected by my husband for far too long. My hands involuntarily grasped and kneaded my breasts through my lace bra. In front of the large dressing mirror in the wardrobe, I saw my voluptuous waist twisting wantonly, my tongue greedily licking my lips, my elegantly styled hair now appearing so hungry. I sighed helplessly. Are all women this greedy? On one hand, they demand a stable job and a smooth career for him, while on the other hand, they resent Gao Jun's six months of life at sea each year, plunging them into a long period of torment. I'm forty years old this year, and my husband is five years older than me. Men over forty are basically settling down. My husband and I see each other less and less, and our relationship has just settled down, living a rather uneventful life. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, glancing at the wall clock; it was almost 6 pm. I quickly changed into my casual clothes and prepared to go downstairs to make dinner. As I passed my son's closed bedroom door, I noticed it was ajar. I couldn't resist peeking inside. My son was fast asleep, his back to me, hugging a large pillow, his blanket kicked to one side. "Lazybones, the sun's already set, why aren't you up?" I knocked on the door a few times. After a short while, my son finally stirred in bed, turning over and looking at me with sleepy eyes. Instinctively, I looked into his eyes, but accidentally met those unfathomable black eyes. For a moment, I couldn't look away, my body seemingly frozen. I stood before my son, but images of my husband in his youth floated into my mind. He had a muscular, tanned physique, exuding masculine strength. For some reason, I recalled those wonderful nights we shared, our passionate, animalistic lovemaking often continuing long after sunrise. Then I would become a blissful little woman, nestled against his chest, coyly rubbing my legs against his, maintaining that intimate warmth. My husband would often kiss my cheek, and I would inexplicably return the kiss. Wait… what did my husband look like? I was a little dizzy. And then, without realizing it, someone appeared in my mind… It was him!? My precious son?—Lele? Without realizing it, I had projected my son onto my husband, and now, the one kissing me was Lele, not my own husband, Gao Jun. A chill ran through me; I trembled uncontrollably, frozen in place like ice, unable to move. "No! No! Lele is my son, I'm his mother!" A wave of panic rose within me, spreading throughout my body. Ethics and morality were deeply ingrained in my heart. However, I couldn't erase the trembling impulse that made me feel so powerful; a thrilling desire was also stubbornly resisting my moral compass. In a hazy dream, I found myself wearing my usual black-rimmed glasses, a pure white shirt and skirt, flesh-colored stockings and high heels, sitting upright on the sofa in my living room. I heard footsteps and glanced out of the corner of my eye. I saw my naked son walking towards me step by step. "No, I can't do that! I can't do that to my own son! I'm Gao Jun's wife, he's my son, and he's Gao Jun's son too!" Although I was conflicted, the desire was already growing stronger. I couldn't control it, but my moral compass was telling me to restrain my desire, to leave, to stay away from my son. But that wasn't all. Overwhelmed by desire, my hands, completely out of my control, slowly reached inside my shirt and skirt, peeling them away bit by bit. "Oh God! When did I become such a wicked woman? No, I'm not a slutty woman! I can't do that!" In that instant, I felt as if I had become two people. One was desperately resisting, while the other was lasciviously undressing in front of my son until I was only wearing a transparent, lace bra, stockings, and slippers. The clothes slipped gently off my body and floated to the floor. I sat naked on the sofa, facing my son, legs spread wide, and then, like a resentful woman, longed for my son's arrival. Closer, closer, Lele stopped a few inches in front of me. I could clearly see his magnificent male symbol, incredibly alluring, standing erect before my eyes. My son stood so close, his teenage penis hard and erect, throbbing right before my eyes. His masculine scent filled my nostrils, further igniting the intense, primal desires I had suppressed deep within me. Looking at that penis before me, enough to drive me to the brink of ecstasy, my heart pounded wildly. My breathing grew louder and more labored; I was unable to escape, unable to think rationally anymore. The fire burned ever brighter. My heart pounded wildly. What did ethics, what did morality matter? Whether it was my son or my husband, as long as someone was sincere and willing to make love to me earnestly, I would willingly give myself to them. Overwhelmed by that unbearable lust, only desire remained. I was ready to begin the second chapter of my life! My body slowly leaned back on the sofa, but my gaze remained fixed on my son's penis. My legs parted, and my slender hands slowly moved towards his already open vulva. Meanwhile, my tongue kept licking my lips, like a greedy little boy seeing candy, wanting to swallow it whole. I was so impatient, so greedy, panting and moaning, thrusting hard into my little honey pot and clitoris. My son's gaze lingered on me for a long time, as if admiring a work of art, and then his slightly thin body began to press against me. He put my legs on his shoulders, putting me in an uncomfortable position. However, this uncomfortable position only increased my submissive nature. My son slowly inserted his penis little by little, and that slow, deep penetration was extremely satisfying. My legs involuntarily tightened around my son's neck. Although my son had absolutely no skill in lovemaking, and his movements seemed a bit rough and stiff, he had inexhaustible energy. He was like a galloping horse, constantly racing across the wilderness, without stopping, without rest, accelerating and accelerating again. I rhythmically synchronized my thrusts, as if it were an innate pleasure. The tight union of our flesh and penis seemed to fuel our boundless energy, endlessly repeating the same motion, the same moan, the same gasp. But this monotony transported me to the ocean. I felt myself drifting and sinking on the sea, sometimes plummeting from the crest to the trough, sometimes soaring back up. The endless impact made me moan and scream. My face flushed crimson."Mom, what are you thinking about so intently?" My son's voice startled me awake. He was still lying on the bed, his sleepy eyes still fixed on me. Everything seemed the same; the passion from before had vanished, as if it were just a delusional fantasy. I was somewhat dazed. A long silence stretched between us… "Get up and have dinner." Realizing my lapse, I quickly turned and headed downstairs, leaving those words behind. My son was watching TV in the living room. As I cooked, I kept glancing at him. For some reason, Lele looked different today. Although he looked the same as usual, I felt he was much more handsome than usual, and his smile was especially charming. The feeling was so intense. My son seemed to have suddenly captivated me, making me want to be by his side every moment. "Why have I never noticed before that he has such broad shoulders, such gentle lips, such mesmerizing eyes? He's so handsome…" I repeated. "If only I could be with my son..." The thought made my face flush, my nipples hardened instantly, and a burning heat rose in my lower abdomen. I squeezed my thighs together and writhed restlessly. Was I being too lewd, even trying to seduce my son? The dream from earlier vaguely surfaced in my mind, the image so vivid. Sexual satisfaction—a physical comfort I had always longed for but never had. However, physical desires couldn't escape moral condemnation, and I could only try my best to suppress the urge to make love with my son. Even I didn't know how long I could remain rational. Chapter Two: I placed the four dishes I had prepared on the table, and Lele ran to get the utensils and serve the rice. "What's wrong? Where's your sister tonight?" My son sat down beside me. A distinctly masculine scent suddenly wafted into my nostrils, instantly making me dizzy. When I regained my senses, my handsome, tall son was looking at me with an aggressive gaze. His indifferent eyes seemed to see right through me, possessing me from head to toe, yet that possession felt so fulfilling and warm. "Mo Mo's classmate invited her to a birthday party; she won't be back tonight." I dangled my right foot over my left, hooking my slipper, licking my lips incessantly. What was I expecting? In just a few seconds, I had already shifted the position of my crossed legs several times and couldn't resist unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt. "It's good to participate in some activities; otherwise, you'll become a homebody sooner or later." My son turned slightly towards me, pursing his lips. "You're going to get yourself killed." I pinched my son's arm. "How can you talk to your sister like that? And you, you need to be more careful when you go out." My son has always been closer to me, and because my husband is often away, although I'm lonely, I've never had any romantic feelings for any man. So, my close contact with my son is probably my only form of emotional support. "I absolutely won't go out," my son whispered in my ear, a strange look on his face. "Dad's gone on a long trip, leaving Mom all alone. So, while Dad's away, I'll be there for you whenever you need me. I'll do everything he usually does." "Mom's in a hurry, I don't need your help from so far away," I said casually, only realizing how blatant it was afterward. My son's already entering puberty; should I tone it down? I wondered to myself. The atmosphere became a little awkward. After a long silence, my son suddenly sighed deeply, "I recently got dumped by my girlfriend..." Although Lele's academic performance was only slightly above average, he excelled in all aspects of his development, and was more mature than his peers in many ways. Therefore, when educating him, as his mother, I always only provided correct guidance on his outlook on life, without interfering excessively and causing him psychological distress. I coughed lightly, trying to change the subject, "Ahem, why..." "I dare not say!" I didn't want to be too deliberate, afraid my son would sense something, "Don't worry, baby, I promise I won't be angry." "She said I actually like mature women, especially mature women like Mom, who are full of femininity and are also female teachers. She said I was just imagining her as you, so she broke up with me." My son squinted and said calmly, "You..." I couldn't believe my ears. The flush on my face spread down my body, and I felt my heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. I reached out to tap his head, but then lowered my hand. Because I remembered that in my dream, I had fantasized that the person on top of me was Lele. I could see the burning intensity in my son's gaze, which instantly transported me back to when I was eighteen or nineteen, experiencing my first love, and my first boyfriend looked at me with the same passion. Even I found it strange; as a mother, shouldn't I reprimand my son? But I am a teacher, and my family subscribes to many family-related magazines. I know that many teenagers fantasize about their mothers as sexual partners. And when I heard my son say that, the passionate scenes from my dream flashed through my mind, along with the longing for my son's embrace and kisses. Thinking about it made my face burn. I lowered my head, picking at the rice in front of me with my chopsticks. Yet, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: excitement…shyness…pride… I couldn't deceive myself; I was completely defenseless against this youthful, impulsive infatuation. I liked this feeling, even if it came from my own son. The room fell silent, and for a long time, the mother and son quietly finished their dinner in this quiet atmosphere. A long time later, I was washing dishes in the kitchen, my mind a complete mess, repeatedly drifting off and washing the same dish. "Mom, I'm going to take a shower..." my son's voice startled me. I glanced at him guiltily, then turned back to washing the dishes. I tried to speak gently, "Okay... go to bed early after you're done." I heard my son sigh deeply, clearly disappointed, but I really didn't know how to face him. There was something I really wanted to say to my son, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I could only silently repeat in my heart, "Lele, no matter what, Mom will always be by your side..." Chapter 3 Although spring was almost over, the temperature was still a bit low in the mornings and evenings. I went back to my room to get some clean clothes and went straight to the bathroom. I pulled up the shower curtain and turned on the heater to gradually raise the temperature. I stripped off my casual dress and underwear and stood naked under the showerhead, the warm water feeling incredibly comfortable on my skin. I slowly lathered my body with shower gel, the foam quickly enveloping me like a man's hands, my natural scent mingling with the rose fragrance of the shower gel. Admiring my remarkably smooth and perfect skin, I began to gently massage my sensitive areas. My outstretched fingers seemed unable to contain my proud breasts, below which was a flat, firm abdomen, without an ounce of fat around my waist. My hips are quite wide, and my buttocks have become even larger after childbirth. I gently patted my buttocks from behind, causing my full, round buttocks to sway. I bent down and applied the shower gel to my inner thighs, down to my shapely calves, finally standing on tiptoe to wash the soles of my feet clean. I don't know if it's because so many things happened tonight, but while showering, I kept unconsciously caressing my body like this. The feeling of pleasure was like a suppressed volcano, ready to erupt without end, leaving me almost limp. Suddenly, my son's slightly shy face appeared in my mind. I fantasized about him, naked, hugging me from behind, one hand gently rubbing my breasts, the other sliding down to my crotch, caressing me lightly. My tongue lightly licked my upper lip, letting out a few soft moans through my teeth. Then he turned to the front, straightened his penis, and slowly, gently, inserted it. It was warm, so gentle, I was intoxicated… Suddenly, I felt the water getting a little hot, and I snapped back to reality. Recalling that fantasy, I realized I was already crying. I didn't know why I was crying. Perhaps, amidst wave after wave of pleasure, I was crying tears of joy. Perhaps, in the end, I was conquered by the pleasure of incest, and I wept for being conquered… Yes, although I was in immense pain, I couldn't escape it. I couldn't help but think about my son constantly, about everything he had given her, about the orgasms only he could give me. God, what should I do… Oh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I quickly cleaned myself up, dried my hair with a hairdryer, changed into my pajamas, and went back to my room to sleep. As soon as I entered the room, I was about to turn on the light when suddenly my head started to spin, and my thoughts became sluggish.Hmm, everything around me became eerily quiet. Suddenly, in the darkness, someone grabbed me from behind and hugged me tightly around the waist, stealing a few kisses on my neck. I screamed in fright, and my husband's voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Wife, don't be afraid, it's me, your darling husband." After saying that, he gently kissed my neck and then my cheek, licking my earlobe a few times and blowing softly on it. His warm breath made my body tremble slightly. It had been almost a month since we last made love, and a fire surged in my lower abdomen, spreading throughout my body, and my body went limp. "You scared me to death!" I leaned against my husband's chest, panting and still shaken, complaining, "We just left, why are you back already? Honey—" My husband's hand had already slipped inside my loose nightgown, wandering around, and then he whispered in my ear with a grin, "Just a surprise check to see if my stunningly beautiful, elegant, and charming wife brought her lover back…" His breath, followed by a gentle kiss on my cheek, sent my heart pounding. He slowly pulled on the waistband of my nightgown, letting it slide to the floor, revealing my full breasts. Then, impulsively, he pulled me onto the bed, my body slamming heavily onto the soft mattress. I never usually thought Simmons mattresses were particularly nice, but today the big bed felt incredibly soft. Suddenly the room light came on. I instinctively pulled a corner of the blanket over my upper body, when I heard my husband say, "Honey, no! I want to see if your body is still as smooth as before. I turned on the light just to admire it." I stared at him, and for some reason, I felt my husband was acting very strangely tonight. It was a feeling hard to describe. We'd been married for so many years, and there were no taboos anymore. But now, for some reason, I felt a little shy, as if I were having an affair, and my husband didn't seem like the same husband I knew. My hand, which was clutching the blanket, was moved away by my husband. He looked at my body with a greedy gaze. Then he knelt down in front of me, grabbed my left foot, and slowly moved his hands up my toes, instep, and ankle, gently kneading my calf. Then he gradually moved to my thigh, rubbing back and forth on the inside of my thigh. "Wife, you're so sexy and mature. Look at your feet, they're so sexy." My husband pressed his lips to my thigh, licking from my thigh all the way down to the base of my legs. I'm the kind of person who hates this kind of treatment. His gentle kiss made my heart flutter and I started to moan softly. My husband used his skillful tongue to lick back and forth on my vulva, which was covered by my lace panties. His tongue circled, sucked, and licked...It was as if he had sucked my soul away; my whole body went limp, and he quickly licked a large area of my crotch wet. "Jun, um... um..." The desire that had been suppressed all night was finally being released. I writhed my waist like a snake, arching my buttocks higher, my fingers digging into my husband's disheveled hair, grabbing and pulling aimlessly, as if pressing his face closer to my vulva. I kicked off my right slipper and rubbed my toes against the area between my husband's legs. He was wearing loose lounge shorts, and my little feet slipped through the wide legs and touched his already erect penis. He wasn't wearing underwear; the large glans peeked out restlessly from the leg. My husband was clearly excited by my teasing. He buried his head between my legs, using his fingers to part my labia and tease my erect clitoris, while his tongue probed deep into my vagina, darting left and right like a snake. My husband's tongue licked my vagina until it was unbearably itchy, and more love juice kept seeping out. As I enjoyed the pleasure my husband brought me, somehow, the image of my son appeared in my mind again, and Lele's image inexplicably replaced my husband in front of me. Every moan I made felt like I was moaning to encourage my son, every twist and turn felt like I was twisting to please my son. I know this thought is absurd, but I can't stop thinking about it. Whenever I think of his hand touching my breasts, I become obsessed with him and excited for him. Just thinking that my son's penis will be inserted into my vagina soon makes me feel inexplicably happy, and an orgasm seems to be coming at any moment. The physical desire makes it impossible for me to escape the burning excitement. The desire that has been aroused cannot be suppressed, like a genie in a bottle, who must fulfill three wishes of its master to be free. "Mmm... I can't take it anymore..." I groaned incoherently, impatiently sitting up and reaching into my husband's shorts, whose face was now blurred, to grab his thick penis and stroke it back and forth. His fully erect member was almost too much for me to handle. I flicked the tip with my fingers, then gently squeezed his two dangling testicles with my whole hand. My husband, unable to contain himself any longer, stood up, pulled down his shorts, and his hard penis stood erect between his legs. He spread my long legs wide and aimed his thick penis, thrusting it forward. But strangely, he couldn't penetrate; his penis suddenly slid out sideways, barely grazing the edge! He tried several times, but couldn't get it right, becoming increasingly flustered and sweating profusely. "Wife, let me in...please, help me, okay?" my husband pleaded, his face contorted with grief. For a moment, I was utterly astonished. We'd been married for so many years, and even without my cooperation, there was no reason I couldn't even manage to "force it in"... I gave my husband a resentful look and sighed helplessly. Perhaps we'd been separated for too long. But you can't have your cake and eat it too; life is full of contradictions. I shifted my hips, adjusting my position. His pent-up penis immediately found its way, smoothly squeezing into the crevice between my labia, beginning to penetrate me inch by inch! My head tilted back, my once elegant hair bun loosened, and my narrow vagina suddenly contracted. I felt a warm, powerful tube filling my lower body. This tube wasn't like an iron pipe, because that would only cause initial pain if it were too hard, but it wasn't a soft tube either, because it was both flexible and strong. The feeling was incredibly strange, yet I instinctively sensed something was wrong, because I knew that my husband's treasure, which I had been with for over ten years, could never have such a miraculous effect. I tried to open my eyes to see what was happening, but my eyelids suddenly felt incredibly heavy, my body went limp and unresponsive, and my consciousness began to blur. I could only vaguely feel a man on top of me, his hands grasping a large breast in each hand, squeezing my sensitive nipples while thrusting his thick penis deeper into my vagina, the tingling sensation spreading from my lower abdomen throughout my body. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my consciousness gradually returning. However, I had lost the ability to resist and could only be manipulated like a doll. I felt my labia being completely stretched open by that thick penis, and wave after wave of vaginal fluid gushed out, slowly trickling down my inner thighs. The room was quiet, except for the lewd sounds of their genitals touching. Suddenly, my breasts were grabbed forcefully. I sensed this was the prelude to the man's ejaculation. My vagina instinctively clenched, the layers of folds enveloping his large glans, the friction intensifying instantly. A tingling sensation shot through my vagina, and I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable cry. Almost simultaneously, I realized I could move again; my limbs moved as if they had just been switched on. I slightly raised my head and saw where our lower bodies were pressed together. The full labia were completely open during the vigorous piston-like movements, the thick, triangular hair covered in clumps of vaginal fluid. "Ugh..." I was fully awake. The man whose face I hadn't been able to see before looked up, and a familiar face came into view. Ah, it was Lele. The sudden impact caused my thighs to instinctively clench tightly. My son suddenly lay on top of me, his lower body pressed tightly between my legs, and a stream of hot semen shot deep into my vagina. "Ah... um... um..." My body convulsed, suddenly thrown to the crest of desire. Chapter Four The room fell silent, we breathed heavily on the bed, immersed in the afterglow of our climax. Actually, my thoughts were racing, I tried to imagine the reaction of an ordinary mother after encountering such a bizarre event. She should be panicked, at a loss, or paranoid, thinking she was being neurotic, thinking that what she was seeing was not real... In short, she should at least stand there muttering, "This isn't real, this isn't real." However, I wasn't. I wasn't surprised at all. I was incredibly calm, as if I had already foreseen this outcome, as if I had a tacit understanding with Lele. I simply came to the conclusion: everything tonight was arranged by him, although I didn't know how he did it. After embracing each other on the bed for a few minutes, I let out a long sigh, patted Lele's bottom, and let my son lie down on his back next to me. I tried to sit up, supporting myself with my hands, but my limbs felt limp and unresponsive, as if they no longer belonged to me. I looked down at my exposed, pale body, feeling a chill as I lay naked. The bed, still wet from the storm, was a mess. My legs were spread wide apart, my lower abdomen a tangled mess, with a trickle of white semen flowing onto the crumpled sheets. Yet, I remained calm and indifferent, completely unaware of anything wrong with my actions. "Ah..." With a gasp, Lele, lying beside me, suddenly grabbed me from behind and hugged me around the waist. My son and I tumbled back onto the bed. I twisted my waist slightly, trying to break free from his embrace, but he held me even tighter. I could only lean back against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and nestling in his embrace. In over a decade of marriage, I've never been held like this by a man other than my husband, let alone by my own son. Yet, when it actually happened, I felt no awkwardness, but rather a gentle joy, like a virtuous wife enjoying the bliss of newlywed life in her husband's arms. I don't know why I felt this way. I should have been filled with the guilt of incest, but now I felt peacefully enjoying this moment in his arms. Having this relationship with my son, I felt no guilt towards my husband, but rather a sense of relief. Now I feel more like he's my lover, this special lover I've deeply loved since he was an infant. This feeling is indescribably wonderful. We both fell silent for a long time, then suddenly we both laughed. I stroked his handsome, angular face with one hand, giving him a charming smile: "Thank you, Lele. You've brought back a joy I haven't felt in so long. Really, really wonderful." Then, I asked in surprise, "How did you do that?" "Perhaps you've already sensed something unusual about tonight?" My son wore a victorious smile, his handsome face close to mine, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Mom, do you know? Your body, your mind, your emotions are all under my control now." My son's lips kissed aimlessly behind my ear, then slid down to my delicate neck, licking the beautifully shaped hollow of my collarbone. Although I knew the person in front of me was my own son, an instinctive excitement still rushed in, and the fire in my lower abdomen flared up again."No wonder... I should have reacted more strongly to this, right? But now it feels so natural, I can't even muster the thought of resisting. Is that why? Mmm..." I felt weak from the kiss, a little confused and infatuated. I couldn't help but reach back and wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, offering my cherry lips to him. My son's handsome face was so captivating at that moment. I held his lips tightly, my tongue immediately prying open his hot lips, finding his wet tongue and entwining with it. We greedily sucked each other's love juice. My son breathed heavily in my slightly domineering playful entanglement, and my hands around his neck went up and ran through his hair, messing it up. We were almost suffocating from our long, wet kiss before reluctantly parting. As soon as our lips separated, we gasped for breath. Just as we caught our breath, Lele quickly enveloped my lips again, kissing me forcefully several times. "Mommy, your lips are so soft and fragrant," my son exclaimed excitedly, pulling me close and turning me face to face. He rubbed his lips against my cheek, panting heavily. "Actually, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I've managed to get my hands on you body and soul so easily." I gently stroked my son's cheek, gazing at his charming face, and smiled. "It seems I can't escape now. So, what will happen to me?" "You will always be under my control, your body will be under my control. You can think, you can analyze, but you can't make any decisions, because from now on, that will be my right. And I will become your lover and husband, the person you love most; my happiness will be your most important goal, and my satisfaction will be the meaning of your existence. You will dedicate your body and soul to me, and that will be the greatest happiness in your life." My son gently kneaded my breasts with interest, looking at me with a mischievous grin. "That's right, right now you're just an obedient puppet." "You... little devil!" My face flushed slightly, and I quickly turned my face away, spitting out a curse in embarrassment. Of course, that anger was just a pretense; after all, if what Lele said was true, I had no right to be angry with her. Even if Lele didn't control me, I knew I couldn't escape no matter what. My sex life was so infrequent, and ever since I learned I might have opened the door to my son's desires, lust had overwhelmed my soul. "Of course, no matter how I try to transform and enslave you, the ultimate purpose is still to serve me. Do you have anything to add?" My son smiled at me, his hand squeezing the lower edge of my breasts like a beloved toy, seemingly enjoying the thrill of control. My nipples hardened under his touch, and as lust intensified, my breasts felt full, like they did right after childbirth. The unparalleled pleasure I remembered returned vividly, and my body felt hot and weak. I was somewhat lost in my son's arousal, and after a while, I realized what was happening and laughed, "Should I say something?" I did need my son's permission; without it, I couldn't make any decisions. "You just need to tell me your thoughts, and I'll help you choose." My son looked at me with a sly smile. "I want to confirm first whether being controlled by your will includes doing so in daily life?" I breathed heavily, one hand affectionately stroking his cheek. Although I knew in my heart that I was sending myself into an abyss of no return, I would gladly cooperate as long as my son needed me, no matter how absurd it was. "Of course it is, you are my perfectly obedient sex toy." My son kissed my cheek and laughed. Then he buried his head between my full breasts, making the round orbs bounce a few times, and then opened his mouth and sucked on my left nipple. My son's hands were not idle either; his left hand was still gently squeezing my right breast, while his right hand slowly slid down to my smooth thigh and wandered back and forth. I felt my cheeks burning and instinctively shrank back, but quickly straightened my chest, offering my proud breasts to my son, while lovingly wrapping my arms around his neck. "You little devil... um... you always bully your mother..." My tone softened, my eyes sparkling with alluring light. The tingling sensation from my nipples told me that my son's little mouth had sucked on them like this when he was a child, only then I felt a sense of maternal satisfaction. But now, as a sex doll controlled by my son, his sucking was imbued with a strong sexual consciousness, bringing me only sexual excitement. Of course, while enjoying the strange, tingling, and pleasurable sensations, I couldn't help but use all my brainpower to plan my future of enslavement: "Little devil... um... if you want me to be controlled by you in my daily life, then... um... the privacy and convenience will be compromised... don't lick like that... I hate it..." My son's lips were still on my nipple, but the sucking had turned into teasing it with his tongue, occasionally circling my areola. This action immediately caused a strange reaction in my body. I hooked my arms around my son's neck without letting go, and the waves of pleasure from my breasts made me a little carried away. The more my son's mouth begged, the more I offered my alluring nipple. "Lele, um... um... it would be best if you could set a switch in my mind, so that I can maintain a seemingly normal state most of the time, allowing me to do what I can normally do. If... um... you need me, trigger the switch, and I can immediately become your obedient and perfect sex toy... um... you can enjoy my body to your heart's content, anytime, anywhere, I will gladly cooperate... ah..." I continued to offer practical suggestions while writhing uncomfortably. "Phew... Mom is indeed a mature woman, so thoughtful." My son looked up and smiled. My son's movements became faster and faster, and because of his excitement, his entire body was completely pressed against mine. I could clearly feel his excited erection between his legs, a hard thing rubbing against the inside of my thighs. My son's lips had now left my nipples and were searching for my cherry lips. He pressed his lips against mine somewhat roughly. Although his kiss was clumsy, only knowing how to rub against my lips, it was so hot and passionate, and felt indescribably comfortable against my lips. I was so captivated by his kisses that I couldn't resist parting my lips and slipping my tongue between his, guiding his. Our tongues intertwined passionately, greedily sucking each other's saliva. My son's relentless assault sent my heart racing, my desire raging within me. I swayed my hips, bent my left leg, and placed it between his spread legs, seductively rubbing my calf up and down against his inner thigh. My right hand involuntarily slid down, groping for his manhood between his legs. "Ah..." I gasped, feeling the touch of my dream again, hard and burning. "You like it, don't you? Mom, you can't wait any longer?" My son grabbed my right hand, placing it on his penis. I turned away from his gaze, instinctively grabbing his member, comparing it to my husband's. The size was similar, but the hardness was worlds apart—after all, he was a virile young man. My son trembled slightly as my hand gently grasped his, letting out a low moan. I stroked his penis a few times, and it immediately became even harder, swaying upwards with each stroke, eager to test its erection. "I'm completely powerless now, I can only helplessly accept my fate. But please, at least don't let other men ruin me." Although I said this, a blissful, intoxicated smile appeared on my face, enjoying the fulfilling feeling of entrusting everything to my son. "...Don't worry, no matter what, you're still my mother. From now on, you'll only belong to me, not even your father." "Ugh, your father and I are a legitimate couple, how can you be so jealous of him?" I breathed heavily, but a seductive smile remained on my face. "I don't care, I just can't stand seeing you being intimate with other men." The boy let out a low, almost beast-like growl, his eyes seeming to spit fire. I chuckled. My son's domineering possessiveness gave me an indescribable sense of satisfaction. My two plump, long legs wrapped around his strong waist, and then I used my nimble toes to rub up and down his buttocks. "How can I not do anything with you?" I laughed as I ruffled his short hair with my left hand, while my right hand reached out and tightly grasped the middle of my son's treasure, stroking it back and forth a few times. The tender red glans of the boy immediately turned out, like a snake searching for its prey. My slender fingers then grabbed his scrotum, and the two rather heavy testicles bounced playfully.My son threw his head back and breathed heavily. I knew he couldn't take it anymore. I was also on the verge of being consumed by lust. My nipples were incredibly hard, and my vulva was overflowing with desire, just waiting for his salvation. He suddenly knelt on the bed, forcefully spreading my legs apart. He grabbed my two snow-white, plump thighs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Then he pressed his thick glans between my slightly parted labia, rubbing it against my erect clitoris a few times before forcefully thrusting it into my vagina. His thick, long penis slid in to the hilt. "Ah... um..." I let out a long moan. My son's penis felt like a hot iron, instantly filling my vagina. In that instant, in that moment of surrender, the desire that had been racing through my body found its outlet once more...

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