[Wuxia] The Emperor of Evil Desire (Complete) - 19

Chapter 1: Immersed in the Sexual Game Between Mother and Son

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"Hey! Wen! Do you think your mother raised you? When you were born, I bled too much and almost died. At that time, I begged the doctor, 'I don't care about myself, but no matter what, you must save the child in my womb.' So, I fell into a coma, and when I woke up, you were already lying next to me, fast asleep."

Wenzhi is my life.

When I told him these words, Wenzhi seemed to be about to start junior high school.

When Wenzhi first heard these words from me, his eyes widened in disbelief.

It wasn't just that; my husband, Wenzao, had always been a womanizer, always having affairs, and women would often call him, inviting him out—"Hand over your husband!"

When I received such calls, I was filled with remorse and trembled all over. My husband was a rather rude and unreasonable person, always saying—"What do you women know about the world of men?" "A man can't work without one or two women around him. I'm not forcing you to believe me, but you just need to do as I say."

He always used this kind of talk to pressure me. Several times, I was on the verge of suicide with Wenzhi, but Wenzhi, who didn't understand anything, would just lick the lollipop I bought him and ask, "Mommy, where are we going? I don't want to die, I want to go home."

What does "death" really mean? For five-year-old Wenzhi, it was just a vague impression, but even if I didn't explain it to him clearly, a sensible child could already see his mother's worries.

Looking at his innocent face, I really didn't want to die like this. I even thought about committing suicide alone, but how could I be so heartless as to leave Wenzhi alone?

Every time I decided to die, it was Wenzhi who made me change my mind.

Wenzhi is my baby.

Wenzhi is my life.

Wenzhi finally went to university. He had a strong physique, and even when we went for walks together, he was taller than my husband. I had a strange feeling about this, especially when we were in crowded places. People turning around to look at us seemed to think we were wealthy, carefree women with young lovers.

When I told Wenzhi about this, he happily agreed, saying,

"Then I'll just keep acting, isn't that fun?" When we traveled to Kyoto together, a hotel waiter called Wenzhi a young "sir." Wenzhi took this opportunity to exaggerate his actions in front of others, acting as my protector, adjusting my collar, and then laughing to himself. Sometimes when girls called Wenzhi, I felt they were trying to steal him away. When Wenzhi wasn't home, if I heard a girl's voice on the phone, I would hang up without even answering. I've even been quite rude, asking the caller—"What's your relationship with Wenzhi? Please stop bothering him!" Afterwards, Wenzhi complained, "You're terrible! My classmates don't want to call me anymore. Please ask them what they want!" "Because I thought some woman was trying to steal my Wenzhi away!" The girl was indeed Wenzhi's classmate; she called to ask him to return her notes from last time. However, my heart was filled with intense jealousy, making me extremely anxious. (Wenzhi is my child; I won't entrust him to anyone. What would I do if Wenzhi left me? This thought lingered in my mind.) My husband still used business trips as an excuse to frequently cheat on me with other women, coming home even less often than before. So, I transferred this anxiety to Wenzhi, focusing my attention and care on him. I was afraid that after my husband, Wenzhi would also be taken away by another woman. As a result, I became a neurotic woman. 2 Although Wenzhi has grown up, in my eyes he is still like the child he was over ten years ago. "Mother, I'm going on a trip tomorrow." When I heard Fumiji say this, I knew who he was going with. The destination was Shinshu, and he would stay overnight in Kami-Suwa, a lakeside town, then visit places like Kirimine before returning home. Judging from Fumiji's restless expression, it must be the first time he'd ever traveled with a girl. After Fumiji returned from this trip, he would no longer be my child, and the thought made me even more anxious. He said he had to get up very early tomorrow, so he needed to go to bed early tonight. After I finished showering, I went to his room to check on him. I was wearing the nice casual clothes my husband and I had worn on our honeymoon, and I had applied perfume that I hadn't used in a long time; I knew young men were easily swayed by perfume. When I opened the door, the lights were off, but the radio was still playing. Fumiji seemed to be awake. "Fumiji, are you asleep?" "Not yet, Mother, is there something you need?" As I stood in the doorway, the light from the corridor made my casual clothes transparent, allowing him a clear view of my body. "Hey, Wenzhi, this is your first time with that girl, right? You're not going on a trip, are you?" Wenzhi, naturally honest, always reports to me whenever something important happens. Therefore, I know exactly how Wenzhi will react after getting to know a woman's body. I don't see the genuine joy of going on a trip. I know the thrill of sleeping with a girl is far greater than the joy of reaching a travel destination. "Sleeping with a woman is a very important thing for both boys and girls. The impression will be deeply etched in their memories. If it goes wrong, it can be a lifelong disgrace for a boy. As his mother, I want my son to grow up successfully and I must help him succeed in his first sexual experience with a girl. I don't want Wenzhi to be ashamed. Because Wenzhi's shame is my shame. How about it? Let me teach you?" I thought Wenzhi would definitely refuse. But instead, Wenzhi didn't say anything, just lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, staring at my body. I immediately lay down... Beside Wenzhi. Of course, I wasn't wearing anything under my casual clothes. As I snuggled into his blanket, my clothes rolled up, and my pale thighs touched Wenzhi's. At that moment, I was acting more as a woman than as a mother. Unbeknownst to me, Wenzhi's thighs had grown quite a bit of hair, rough yet pleasantly textured. When Wenzhi touched my soft, thirty-nine-year-old skin, he suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. Although Wenzhi didn't say anything, he shifted his body slightly to make room for me so I could lie beside him. That was probably Wenzhi's answer to me!

When I quietly touched Wenzhi's thighs, the sudden sensation of his hard, almost bouncy penis made me feel so young. After Wenzhi took off his underwear, I couldn't forget holding his penis with my clean hands; it felt almost spotless.

Perhaps realizing this was a mother's prerogative, Wenzhi helped me pull down his pants. He slightly raised his buttocks, and when his legs came out, the pants came off easily.

"Let me kiss it!"

I said, then slipped under the covers and stuffed his penis into my mouth. As I moved my head, I could clearly feel it growing even thicker in my mouth.

"Mother..." Wenzhi cried out with great feeling.

As I moved my head left and right, up and down, perhaps unable to restrain myself, Wenzhi pressed down on my head, trying to stop me. I continued moving my head for a while before stopping.

Next, I removed my mouth from Wenzhi's penis and pressed my upper body against his chest.

“Come, touch my breasts, touch Mother’s here with this hand.”

So, I guided Wenzhi’s hand to my breasts and genitals, and then I used my own hand to caress Wenzhi’s chest and shoulders.

Wenzhi’s hand movements gradually became faster and more skilled, and he also made sounds naturally.

“Ah! I feel so good, Wenzhi is so amazing! That’s right, that’s right! That’s it, that will make it wetter, that’s a woman’s clitoris, ah, it feels so good…” Wenzhi’s finger suddenly went in, and after touching the clitoris, without realizing it, his entire finger was focused on caressing the clitoris. Take a break for a commercial break: Still relying on your hands? How can you get pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so good you’ll faint, fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

. Wenzhi remained silent.

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I lured Wenzhi between her already wide-open thighs, then grasped my thick penis with my right hand and guided it to the entrance.

The smooth tip of my penis rubbed up and down around the vagina two or three times.

"That's it, you need to wet Wenzhi's penis. If it's not wet, both the man and the woman will feel pain and won't be able to penetrate. The parts that Wenzhi's penis touches are all parts that feel good. After stirring around with Wenzhi's penis, a lot of love juice will appear in the woman's vagina, and then Wenzhi's penis will become very wet and sticky, so it will be easy to enter (insert)."

Wenzhi placed his arms on either side of me to support his body. Looking closely, I saw that Wenzhi's brows were deeply furrowed, as if he had been enduring.

"Mother... I'm already..." "You want to finish, right? Not yet... If you run away at this time, the woman will look down on you. Insert properly, and then pull out..."

Thinking that the time was about right, I lured Wenzhi's penis to the entrance.

"It's here! Look, touch it with your finger, feel the soft part! Insert your finger... Ahh... So comfortable..." When my finger touched the entrance, I couldn't help but cry out, feeling a jolt of stimulation as if my body were being electrocuted. Moreover, the part being touched was the most sensitive, and the feeling was indescribable.

"Got it? Now insert it, see, it's in! Right, right, slowly, it'll go in all at once. If it's difficult to insert, twist your waist slightly... Don't try to insert the whole thing at once, slowly, ahh, ahh... I can't hold back anymore!"

I'm easily aroused, although I can distract myself by talking, but after Wenzhi inserted himself, I really couldn't hold back anymore. The fleshy walls surrounding the penis became very tight, as if they were resisting Wenzhi's intrusion and stirring, I knew that very well.

The penis powerfully pierced directly into my uterus.

“Mother, it feels so good.”

“Great, now slowly pull it out, not all the way out, just halfway out.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, yes, and then thrust it in again… Ahh… So good… Ahh, stop there, and then pull it out again… Yes, yes… Ahh, Wenzhi, it feels so good. Wenzhi, you belong to your mother, I don’t want to give you to another woman… Ahh… So amazing…” Due to the elasticity of Wenzhi’s waist twisting, I pulled out and then thrust in again, and pulled out and then thrust in again, and after doing this several times, my whole body relaxed.

If this continued, Wenzhi should have completely ejaculated inside my body, and at this moment, the word (pregnancy) flashed through my mind.

“Mother, I’ve reached orgasm… I’ve reached orgasm…” With my whole body trembling, Wenzhi soon pressed his whole body against mine. At this moment, I straightened my waist, and then raised Wenzhi’s waist, stimulating him for a moment and then stopping.

"Ah... Oh..." As I screamed, Wenzhi's semen splattered all over my stomach.

I rubbed Wenzhi's penis again, and I could feel it ejaculating again.

"I'm sorry, Wenzhi, your mother is doing this for your own good. If this semen were inside me, it would be Wenzhi's child. I don't care; I'd treat it as your younger brother or sister, and the world would accept it. But it's not okay if it's inside a girl. You can treat this as practice, okay? Pulling it out instantly won't change the feeling; it will still feel good."

I instructed him while stroking his exhausted back.

"The moment I pulled out, I immediately ejaculated onto my mother's belly. The same thing happened, both inside and outside, the sensation arose from the friction of skin against skin."

"I understand, Mother. Because this is my first time, I was worried about what to do when we arrived at our destination. Thank you, Mother..." "Hey, Fumiji, you didn't use a condom, did you? Your mother and father used to use condoms. I specially prepared some for you, Fumiji. I'll teach you how to use them." "

Ah, Mother is so kind to me. I was worried about how to prepare something like this. Thank you..." "Now you can rest assured..." Fumiji's earlier anxious look was probably genuine worry. Now I finally feel truly reassured.

So, what will happen when Fumiji travels with the girl? If Fumiji has prepared beforehand, he will be even more grateful to me.

Fumiji looks at the condom with a very serious expression—.

Then, I taught him how to use a condom.

4.

Why did Wenzhi seem so listless the night he returned from his trip? Was it from the exhaustion of the journey, or from the intense sex? He simply said, "I'm back," and ran to his room without another word.

I was very worried. As a mother, I could tell what had happened just by looking at my child's expression. When I gave birth to Wenzhi, I was gambling with my life, and I accepted the doctor's advice that I could never have another child and would spend the rest of my life with Wenzhi.

I immediately followed him into his room and saw him turned over, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I asked, "What's wrong? You seem unhappy."

Wenzhi looked at the ceiling and said, "Hmm!"

Then he raised his chin.

"What happened? Is it not okay? We're staying in the same room, right? Were you rejected?"

As I bombarded him with questions, Wenzhi kept nodding, answering, "Yes, yes!"

A child is a mother's everything; when a child is in pain, the mother feels immense pain too. While he was traveling, I kept wondering what Wenzhi was doing, and unconsciously, a touch of jealousy began to burn within me.

I never expected Wenzhi to return home disappointed, but what I saw was him lying there, a look of despair on his face. My feelings were incredibly complex.

There must be a way to make my son happy.

So I tried asking Wenzhi what he had done? How had he been rejected?

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I didn't expect this... She said she already has someone she likes..." "Someone she likes? Then why did she agree to go on the trip with you?"

"She does like someone, but they're not close yet. It seems like it's all one-sided on her part. Even so, she still likes that boy, so she wouldn't have sex with another boy if she didn't like him."

"Oh my, what kind of girl is she? She's so inconsistent! Wenzhi, what do you think? Do you like that girl?"

"Yes! I like her."

"But..." "But as of yesterday... it's over... I, I..." Wenzhi's voice suddenly turned into sobs. I quickly hugged Wenzhi's head, my heart trembling just like his sobbing body.

So, while stroking Wenzhi's hair, I said, "Idiot, how can a boy cry over such a small thing? Come on, have some courage..." At this moment, Wenzhi burst into tears and leaned his whole body against me.

The anticipated joyful trip ended unexpectedly, and Wenzhi had no one to comfort him except me.

"Is that so? So sad? Alright, alright, cry as loudly as you want, your mother is right here with you."

At that moment, I felt a sense of victory, and the expression on my face reflected in the mirror must have been a smile.

Wenzhi, whose plans to completely win over his lover during the trip had been thwarted, poured out all his bitterness to me.

My son returned unharmed.

Although I had worried that my son would belong to that girl, I was now happy.

"Come on, your mother is here. Cry as loudly as you want, your mother has always been Wenzhi's good friend!" So, the night before Wenzhi 's

trip, I lay down beside him, just like before. Wenzhi, close to my chest, placed my left wrist under his head and then unbuttoned my blouse. When my breasts were exposed, Wenzhi carefully cupped them with both hands while suckling at my nipples. As an infant, Wenzhi had always been suckling at my nipples while being pushed away, stroking my breasts, then pressing his fingers against them. His small, red-leaf-like hands constantly played with my breasts. At that moment, the feelingless comfort transformed into pleasure, spreading throughout my entire body. As he suckled at my nipples, I unzipped the front of my jeans, exposing Wenzhi's entire buttocks as if peeled off. His mouth didn't leave my nipples, and he even helped me pull his jeans down completely. The result was that only one side of his jeans was off, revealing thick pubic hair covering Wenzhi's thighs. (He's not a child anymore! Wenzhi's physical condition pulled me back to reality. When one leg of my pants was pulled down, Wenzhi stretched that leg between my thighs, and the pants, pulled up by the leg, were completely rolled up to my stomach. Then, Wenzhi quietly moved his hand, which had been playing with my breasts, to my private parts, and then, as if afraid, touched my underwear. "Yes, try doing it yourself. Mother, you can do whatever you want with me. Wenzhi belongs to Mother, and Mother belongs entirely to Wenzhi." His fingers penetrated from the side of my underwear, reaching the center of the crack. From the front, it was a sea of honey, and the honey had seeped into the surface of the fabric, making me clearly aware of how much love fluid there was. As Wenzhi's fingers crawled back and forth in it, the suppressed sound escaped from my lips.) “Wenzhi, you’re amazing! Yes! Play with it properly… The clitoris is there too, we’ll deal with that later, let’s stir up different parts first…” I wanted to teach Wenzhi about what female pleasure really was, and suddenly, when he entered and reached the clitoris, I immediately became aroused. He attacked slowly from a distance, like a gentle encirclement, finally reaching the base. “Mother should also cherish Wenzhi’s private parts.” Although I inserted my fingers into the seam of Wenzhi’s underwear, because Wenzhi’s penis was too thick, I couldn’t pull it out from the seam. So I touched the tip of his penis with my whole finger, barely bending it before pulling it out. “It hurts… Mother…” Wenzhi said. “Really, it hurts? Then, from above…” So I pulled down his underwear, and his penis sprang out on its own. "It's become thick and big." Even if you make a circle with your thumb and middle finger, you can't completely encircle its size. No, even if it's not that thick, I still think Wenzhi's penis is incredibly magnificent and firm. I slowly rubbed it up and down with my hand, occasionally my fingernail would lightly touch the tip of his penis, while secretly glancing at the "V"-shaped part inside. "Mother, Mother..." Wenzhi's incoherent voice reached my ears. "What? Wenzhi." "I don't need any girlfriends anymore, it's enough for me to stay with my mother. My mother gives me everything, I'm content with my mother." "Yes, until Wenzhi graduates from university and finds a job, I'm willing to be your lover. So, Wenzhi, don't look so sad anymore! In the future, if Wenzhi becomes a great person, beautiful girls will come to you automatically, and then Wenzhi will find the most beautiful, gentle, and intelligent wife." "What will your mother's attitude be then?" "I will sincerely wish you well!" "Mother will be lonely!" "No, no, that won't happen. Hurry up and have a grandson, then Mother will be a grandmother, and I can look after the child for you every day, so you won't be lonely!" "That's wonderful, Mother! Even so, I will serve you well for the rest of my life!" "What?" I wanted to immediately refuse, but I didn't act on it; I hadn't even thought about the future. What if there really was another wife, Wenzhi, sleeping in the same bed with him, and they were laughing and arguing? What should I do? Suddenly thinking about this, my heart pounded. But immediately… (It's okay! I'll think about it later; I have important things to do now…) My husband isn't that important to me anymore.

Even if he came home late and went out to meet other women, I no longer had the right to criticize him. While Wenzhi became my everything, my husband also belonged to me, but Wenzhi belonged to me completely, body and soul. I felt guilty towards my husband about this.

One evening, my husband, who rarely came home, was drinking beer with Wenzhi.

“You must have one or two girlfriends, right? You should bring them to meet me occasionally. As a man, if you don’t even have this much energy, you’ll never amount to anything in this world.”

Looking at his drunken husband, Wenzhi said, “Yes, I will pay attention. I really don’t understand what young girls are thinking these days. Talking to them is boring; it’s much more interesting to stay home and watch TV or listen to the stereo.”

“You can’t say that. If you stay home with your mother all day, that’s the real fun.”

“No, that’s not true. My mother is the best. She understands me very well, and I feel very safe with her. Father, don’t you think so?” The

way my husband stared at me made me panic and unable to calm down; the atmosphere became very unpleasant.

"So, you're saying only your mother is the best? But this woman and that woman are completely different. First, your mother can't play their roles for you; she's just someone who cooks for you, heats your bathwater, and does your laundry. Although they're both women, you can't put your mother and them together, right, ma'am?"

"Why not? If Wenzhi says it's okay, then it's okay. Don't instill those unnecessary ideas in him. Whether it's a lover or those girls, it's never too late to find someone after you enter the workforce!"

The topic veered off course, making me very uneasy. Wenzhi had also drunk a lot of beer, and I was worried he might say something wrong, so I quickly changed the subject.

"What are you saying, ma'am! You don't want him to have a girlfriend, do you? Young people need a place to vent their passions! Go to Kabukicho and see, young men like Fumiji go there to find fun, or to have sex with their lovers. I'm not asking Fumiji to do the same thing, but at least he should have that kind of energy..." "Oh dear, stop it! Don't tell our son about those silly games. Fumiji will think about this carefully. Don't always lecture him like a child. You're only home occasionally, you don't understand Fumiji's feelings at all."

Oh dear! I sensed an ambiguous meaning in my words, but since I didn't explicitly say that Fumiji was my lover, I felt reassured. Just then, a professional boxing match started playing on TV, and Fumiji was very interested in it, so he turned his back to his husband and started watching TV by himself.

For Fumiji, at least he was his only father, so drinking with his husband occasionally was a happy thing.

My husband wanted to educate his son from a father's perspective, but Fumiji couldn't accept it at all, which reassured me.

The next morning, after my husband went to work, Wenzhi was still asleep. I went to his room on the second floor to check on him and found him still asleep.

When he woke up, I asked him about his conversation with my husband the night before.

"Father, he's unwilling to take responsibility for his affairs. If I brought my girlfriend home, he would definitely say, 'That's just how men are.'

I love Mother; I feel very safe and secure when I'm with her!"

Wenzhi replied.

However, I also worried that if Wenzhi kept wanting to have sex with me, he might become a boy who couldn't have girlfriends outside because of me.

As my husband said, men still need to be energetic, even if they are constantly rejected by women, they need to have the energy to keep accepting challenges. Is Wenzhi only going to rely on my breasts, only know my skin, and then spend his youth like that?

(No! This kind of life has to end quickly.)

Thinking this, I went to Wenzhi's room on the second floor. Although I knew I wasn't a good mother at this moment, I never imagined losing Wenzhi.

(What should I do?

I kept asking myself this question—

Chapter 2: A Woman Who Abandoned Lust While Her Husband Was Away on a Business Trip

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"Ah, it feels so good, Yahiko, how can this be?"

In short, my body felt like it was floating in the sky, without any support. When any part of my body was touched, I felt no pain.

Where did Yahiko learn this technique? What are kids doing these days? I have no idea.

Suddenly, something like an electric current surged from Yahiko's soft hands—or so my mind, which had lost all ability to think, perceived.

His fingers moved from my side, my chest, then from my neck to my breasts, making irregular, back-and-forth motions. Sometimes touching, sometimes not, the gentle touches were truly like running back and forth. Thinking of this, I pinched one of my nipples tightly and began to knead it, which felt incredibly good.

(That's it, that's it, a little harder!

Thinking this, I released my nipple with my fingers, then moved them from my abdomen to my legs.

Although I wanted him to return to my nipple quickly, he lingered between my outer legs and waist, showing no sign of turning back.

Of course! My other hands didn't stop stroking other parts of my body either.

The sensations varied depending on where my fingers touched, and this was the first time I'd felt such a sensation on my side. I'd read that everything about a woman's body consisted of erogenous zones, but I just lacked the opportunity to actually experience it.

My husband—five years older than me, forty-one this year—works with computers; perhaps because he uses his brain so much…) His only pleasure was going for a drink before going home; he treated home merely as a place to sleep. Once home, after showering and eating, he'd say "sleep," then disappear into his room and soon be fast asleep. Seeing him like this… (Ah, work really is too tiring.

I have to admit.

Yes, he's been like this even before we got married.)

After graduating from a national university specializing in precision mechanics, my husband joined his current company. Due to his technical guidance role, he frequently travels to various parts of Southeast Asia. At our wedding ceremony, just like the congratulatory messages from his classmates and friends, he was a man who took things too seriously.

—Don't you even know how to make a child? If you don't, you can always ask us. We'll drive over and carefully teach you, using our hands and feet, and guiding you through the process.

When Ya-yan was born, friends who came to congratulate us joked, "You know, you got pregnant during your honeymoon, which really surprised us. This is probably the first time you've ever seen your own penis erect..." My husband has almost no interest in sex. The first night we made love, he didn't even know where the entrance was; he just randomly inserted and inserted into my vagina, as if he thought the entire area below the slit was the entrance. Therefore, I had to use my fingers to grasp his penis and guide him to the entrance.

With a husband like that, he has absolutely no interest in how to caress the whole body or massage the nipples. If there's no lubrication, he'll use saliva instead, and then just insert it.

The frequency of our intercourse is unbelievably low, once a month, or three times every two months. Therefore, although we've been married for sixteen years, the number of times we've had intercourse can be counted on one hand.

Unlike my husband, our son, Ya-yan, is incredibly skilled.

Just his ministrations give me a feeling of euphoria.

His technique truly astonishes me.

He rubs the fleshiest part of his palm above my pubic bone, occasionally pressing down with a vibrating motion. Just that alone is enough to make me feel something. He uses his fingers to subtly vibrate my inner thighs.

That kind of technique, no matter how much he does it, only makes me feel like an electric current is flowing through my entire body.

Vibrating my inner thighs with his fingers, and then all of a woman's sensitive areas resonate.

"Ah, ah, so good, Ya-yan, so good, why is this happening? Why?"

The unbelievable pleasure makes me involuntarily cry out.

Mixed with Ya-yan's frantic breathing, it cries out playfully. What a shy sound!

A sound that perfectly expresses a woman's desire. When I hear that sound, my whole body burns even more intensely.

Suddenly, Ya Yan's fingers darted into the entrance her husband couldn't find, and not just one finger, but her index and middle fingers, both inserted simultaneously.

"Ah!"

Although her long-awaited wish had finally come true, the sheer force of her performance had already made her feel like a wild horse.

The two fingers were instantly and clearly trapped between her inner walls. Ya Yan's fingers lightly touched her cervix, then pushed upwards in one go. Then, the fingers separated, moving wildly. Sometimes tight, sometimes loose, her vaginal walls seemed to be treating the fingers like a male phallus.

(This isn't Yahiko's penis, it's his finger!

Despite my pleas, the flesh wall doesn't obey my commands, defying my will and tightly locking the finger inside.

Against my will, my body demands the final thing, which I can't stop.

"Hurry up! Hey, Yahiko, hurry, hurry up and insert Yahiko's penis, please!"

These words weren't spoken by the original me.

Something as hot as fire rushed in, reaching the place where hot water gushed out. It really was Yahiko's penis, and the flesh wall excitedly cried out.)

—It's coming, it's coming… a restless, throbbing sensation arose.

I turned my folds of flesh alone, tracing Ya Yan's penis, surrounding it, gripping it, rubbing it… a big, sweeping rotation. Thus, the pleasure gradually increased, and Ya Yan and I embraced, rolling around on his bed.

Thankfully, my husband was away on a business trip to Manila that night. My first time having Ya Yan's penis inside me was amazing! His technique, like a cannon, finally made me decide that I could no longer rely on my husband.

2.

I know it's a taboo relationship. Who wouldn't care about having an affair with their own son?

Perhaps it's like being possessed by a demon. But, the fact that they had this relationship is simply a mother-son love story that developed naturally.

I just want to say that at this time, my feelings and Yayan's feelings were absolutely not motivated by evil intentions.

It happened not long after Yayan entered high school.

Perhaps it was because entering high school brought a sense of relief that Yayan, who rarely watched TV before, started watching late-night programs.

My husband was already fast asleep, which made me feel ... Feeling extremely unsatisfied, I wanted to have coffee with Ya-yan, so I went upstairs to check on him.

It was almost midnight, and since tomorrow was Sunday, I was in a more relaxed mood. In the hallway, I noticed a strip of light shining from Ya-yan's room. Looking closer, I saw the door was slightly ajar. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I peeked inside, only to be shocked.

Ya-yan was watching a naked woman on TV while masturbating.

He was covered in sweat, and seeing his genitals, my immediate thought was to escape downstairs. So, I tiptoed... Going downstairs and sitting in the kitchen chair, my feelings were quite complicated.

I suddenly realized that Ya Yan had grown up, and at the same time, he had his own worries. My mind was completely focused

on Ya Yan. To be honest, I remember when I was Ya Yan's age, I often masturbated, imagining my favorite rock singer or a male senior in my mind. Who is Ya Yan imagining? I don't know, but as his mother, I feel very sorry for him.

Desire arises naturally, unrelated to liking or disliking. Even so, he has no one.

Thinking of this, I... I felt an even stronger urge to rush over and hug Ya Yan tightly.

But I couldn't. Ya Yan would be incredibly embarrassed; the thought of being caught masturbating might sever our mother-son relationship.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink.

My husband's loud snoring made me furious, and I resented his complete ignorance of our son's troubles.

To most people, the term "mother's memory" might be attributed to my carelessness, but considering the development of my relationship with Ya Yan, it's more accurately described as a "beautiful memory."

"Yahiko, do you have someone you like?"

I asked Yahiko casually.

"Someone you like? You mean a girl?"

Yahiko asked.

"Yeah, a girl. You go to school together, there must be lots of cute girls!"

Yahiko was having stomach cramps at the moment, and a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head—maybe I wanted to lie on Yahiko's bed too. But, to soothe his aching stomach, lying on his bed was a natural thing to do. Then we covered ourselves with the blanket up to our knees. If we put our hands under the blanket, there would be gaps, and a cold draft would get in.

Yahiko had asked me to lie next to him, so he shouldn't have had any such intentions. I didn't have any wicked thoughts either, and so it just naturally developed like this.

"There aren't any cute girls, they're all ugly."

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, there is, isn't Masako cute?"

My hand continued to stroke Yahiko's stomach as he lay flat on the bed, and I felt he was already exuding a masculine scent.

"Masako? That girl is Yukio's girlfriend."

"What? It's Yukio's?"

Yukio Okawa was not only intelligent but also very handsome; he was the class representative in Masahiko's class.

"Then, even if I like her, it's no good, Masahiko."

"It's okay, that girl looks a lot like your mother?"

"Me? You mean Masako's mother?"

"No, I mean you, you..." "Ah, you mean me!"

Hearing Masahiko say that, I realized they were indeed very similar. I'd seen that girl in the classroom several times during school visits.

"Therefore, even though I like her, I can't compare to Yukio. That guy said they went to the movies together, but that's a complete lie. I heard they went to a hotel to have sex!"

Ya Yan's face showed immense pain. Even though he spoke in a cheerful tone, as his mother, I knew it was incredibly painful.

"Going to a hotel to have sex? Is that even possible?"

Without warning, my hand suddenly touched Ya Yan's penis on his pajama bottoms, and to my astonishment, it became very hard.

"Ah..." I don't know if it was me or Ya Yan who cried out; it seemed like we both cried out simultaneously.

Ya Yan seemed very flustered, trying to press it down with both hands. However, when he reached out, my hand was already on top of it, and finally, our hands overlapped.

I was equally surprised. I wished I could pull my hand back immediately, but there was no way, so I could only quietly place my hand on it. Perhaps stimulated by my hand, I felt Ya Yan's penis instantly harden. I wanted to say something,

but I was already incoherent.

Ya Yan pressed my hand down with both of his, then, as if shyly burying his face in my chest, he didn't dare to look up.

The girl who looks so much like me, is she the object of Ya-yan's masturbation? When I made that conclusion, Ya-yan became incredibly cute.

"Hey, Mother can also replace Masako. Mother feels pain when she sees Ya-yan troubled. Come on, it's okay..." "Mother..." Ya-yan's hands, which were holding my hands down, wrapped around my waist and hugged my body tightly.

(Ah, I'm not a good mother. I can't do this with my own son...) I kept reflecting on myself. Although I knew it was all wrong, I had already reached the point where I couldn't extricate myself.

I wanted to shake off the feeling of what was supposedly wrong, but the woman inside me suddenly raised her head and whispered to me: "Why not? As the substitute for the girl Ya-yan likes, it's also a mother's responsibility to eliminate her child's troubles!"

These words made me determined. Ya-yan is Ya-yan. I tightly hugged his penis inside his pants and rubbed it against my abdomen, while it trembled.

Even as a mother, her physical structure is still that of a woman. The thought of his first encounter with a woman, his manhood pounding wildly, being pinned down, made Yahiko restless and eager to act immediately.

"Hey, I'm not your mother. Just think of me as Masako, the one you like. Do whatever you want with me. I'm not your mother, I'm Masako..." These words weren't meant for Yahiko, but perhaps they were most appropriate for himself.

3

"I'm Masako, not your mother."

Yahiko was speechless at my words. I was now playing the role of Masako, not my mother. This shift in feeling was unique to me, and I arbitrarily assumed that Yahiko felt the same way.

Yahiko placed his hands on my chest, reminding me of the hands that used to play with my mother's breasts, hands like red leaves, and then kneaded my shirt. The 36-year-old woman, who hadn't had sex with her husband for several months, was instantly aroused by Ya-yan's burning hands. Her whole body burned, and she felt her breasts swell and harden, her nipples protruding.

"Mother... Mother..." It wasn't Masako; Ya-yan came to her mother, acting coquettishly. At that moment, I was surprised that I had told Ya-yan I was Masako; I had completely let go.

"It's okay, do whatever you want. You want breasts, don't you?"

So, I unhooked my bra and pulled my breasts out myself, just like I had done before, letting Ya-yan's lips suckle.

"Ah..." A sound involuntarily escaped my lips. It wasn't the silky smooth tongue of infancy, but a somewhat rough one.

So, it wasn't just the force of sucking; Ya-yan rotated her tongue around my nipples, and a "hiss" of numbness traveled to my vagina between my thighs. As I savored the pleasure that made me make sounds, Ya-yan hungrily suckled my breasts. I knew that as the waves approached, hot love juice seeped out, reaching my thighs.

Perhaps I would be ridiculed, scorned, or questioned for having such a mother, but whatever criticism I received, I was not prepared to explain myself. There was no doubt that my relationship with Ya Yan was purely based on love.

I also clearly understood that he was his mother, but I was also a woman. He also knew he was someone else's son. However, Ya Yan was also a man; besides mother and son, there was the identity of man and woman. If they weren't men, if they weren't women, even if they were embracing, their passion wouldn't be so intense.

Whether I took off my clothes myself or Ya Yan helped me, I can't recall now; we were both focused on touching each other's bodies. When we realized it, the naked man and woman were already tightly embracing, letting out cries of pleasure.

Like her husband finding the entrance, Ya Yan also had his erect penis around the entrance.

"Mother... Mother..." he kept calling out to me.

I grasped his penis with my fingers, found the right spot, and lifted my hips. The steel-hard shaft hissed

as it penetrated me—the sensation was a pleasure only a man and a woman could experience, something a mother and son couldn't comprehend.

After penetration, Ya-yan immediately withdrew, the brief two or three seconds of intense stimulation at the moment of withdrawal giving me immense satisfaction.

Exhausted, Ya-yan pressed his entire body against mine. But seeing him panting heavily, I didn't know what to say to him; any careless word could hurt him.

"Wow, Ya-yan!"

In the end, that's what I said.

I patted Ya-yan's sweaty buttocks with a "good boy" gesture. Ya-yan's shrunken penis remained inside me.

"It's okay! It's me, Masako, don't worry about it!"

I said.

Ya-yan seemed afraid I'd see his face, burying his face in my neck, but didn't seem inclined to get up. What were his thoughts during his first experience with a woman's body? He must have been very concerned.

But, being a young boy, he noticed that his penis, which had shrunk inside me, had risen again. To help, I rubbed Yahiko's back and buttocks, and kissed his neck and other areas. As a result, there was a quick reaction, and his penis inside me immediately swelled and became erect again.

"Wow, Yahiko, you're so energetic! Keep it up!"

"Mother...more..." Perhaps thinking that I would be unhappy because his penis had become thicker again, he looked at me with a confused expression, staring at me earnestly for the first time.

It seemed that there was no longer any need for me to play the role of a substitute for Masako in front of Yahiko. Yahiko, who was staring at me seriously, was indeed my son.

“Yahiko, you’re all grown up now, and I’m so happy for you. If you need anything, please let me know. If I need you, I’m always willing to play Masako’s role for you.”

“Whether it’s Masako or not, I love you, Mother. Masako is just like you. You’re the best!”

“Ah, that’s all right now. Don’t pull out so quickly this time, slowly twist your waist!” Yahiko smiled for the first time.

Just a little distance from my waist, Yahiko said, “Mother, it looks like something came out?”

The fleshy folds surrounded Ya Yan's penis from all sides, making it difficult to pull out. It felt incredibly pleasurable, an experience I'd never had with my husband, and it made me very happy.

"That's it, Ya Yan seems to be trying to pull it out?" "

Mmm, it feels like it's locked inside?" "

Then, try pressing slowly, bring your waist closer to Mother."

Ya Yan already treated me like a friend, and seemed very relaxed. As he slowly brought his waist closer to me, he inserted his penis into my body again.

"Wow, Mother, it feels like it's filling up! What is that?"

"Really? Mother's body has suddenly become a precious object. The best part is that when I push, I feel a pulling sensation, and when I insert

it, I feel something too. Mother is so happy! This is a great discovery!" "Ah, it feels so good... so good..." "Mother feels good too, Masako feels good too... Please, push it in hard, please!"

Yahiko, looking very confident, thrust in all at once, filling the remaining space. The uterus felt like it was being violently bumped, as if it were tilted.

"It feels so good... Yahiko... Yes, yes, that's how you push it in hard..." Yahiko made "oh, oh" sounds, repeating this action for a long time.

Finally, we both moved together, so I said to him, "Wait, let's do it together!"

At the last moment, we both trembled and reached orgasm. From that night on, my happy newlywed life with Yahiko began.

4

I kept going to Yahiko's room, which seemed to arouse my husband's suspicion. Even so, he wasn't the type to make a special trip to check on things. It seemed like company matters required considerable mental effort; he remained the same as always.

"You just ignore me like this? What wife treats me like this? Do you think you've married a good wife?"

I once complained, half-jokingly, but my husband's reply was,

"I'm physically and mentally exhausted; I don't have the energy."

"I understand. I won't have any expectations of you anymore. I'm prepared to rely on Ya-yan to live."

"Is that so? Ya-yan has a future. Take good care of him, get him into a good university, and then quickly marry a good wife so you can enjoy your grandchildren."

"That's it! Let him get into a good university."

Suddenly, saying this made me very unhappy.

The words "marry a wife" deeply stung my heart, and I felt that day wasn't far off.

In five years, Ya-yan would be twenty-one. Thinking about Ya-yan's posture when he started working at the company, surrounded by many young and beautiful women... Back then, Ya-yan would also be distrustful of our relationship. He'd even refuse me entry into his room. Things would definitely turn out that way!

If I got married, how would I face him? How would I get through each night? And then, my husband would become increasingly indifferent to me. And I would become a woman abandoned by my husband and son. What would I do then?

Although the thought of the future truly frightened me, I only realized then that

this matter had indeed impacted Ya-yan.

"Hey, Ya-yan, what will I do when you get married someday?"

"I don't want to get married. My mother is enough. I don't think there's a woman as wonderful as my mother."

In fact, Ya-yan wasn't old enough to get married yet, and his words made me very happy.

"Even if Mother becomes a wrinkled old woman?"

Ya-yan said playfully, "When Mother is fifty, I'll probably be thirty. We'll spend our old age together, don't worry too much!"

I happily touched Ya-yan's cheek.

Why didn't we kiss? When Ya Yan was infatuated, he found my lips and tried to kiss me, but I refused him. There wasn't a clear reason; I just wanted to keep my lips firmly closed and not let him touch them.

I used to feel empty. My husband, as usual, came home drunk and went straight to bed without eating. After hearing his snoring, I sneaked into Ya Yan's room.

When I tried to teach Ya Yan, he found it very annoying and stripped all my clothes off with his hands.

"Come on, bend your arms."

"Come on, lift your buttocks a little."

It was like opposing positions, Ya Yan said to me. I also intuitively felt like a girl younger than Ya Yan. Although I did as he said, for a moment, I felt incredibly happy.

Ya Yan used my arm as a pillow and played with my breasts. I thought my husband was sleeping soundly, so I felt particularly happy.

"Ah...so comfortable...so comfortable..." I made louder sounds than usual, completely in a state of ecstasy. Ya-yan said he would give me the kind of sexual massage he'd learned about on TV, a kind of indescribable pleasure. I hoped he could prolong the massage and apply more pressure, but he kept changing the location and hesitated to take the next step.

I was getting impatient, and then he suddenly started again—this repeated movement instantly aroused my erogenous zones; even a slight touch with his fingers, a breath of hot air, made my whole body tremble.

The room was completely dark.

We were covered up to our faces with blankets, enjoying our pleasure under the covers. To avoid waking my husband, I hid under the blankets to prevent any noise. However, this was the beginning of disaster. My husband, who woke up in the middle of the night, seemed to realize he hadn't eaten dinner and, perhaps unable to resist the urge on an empty stomach, suddenly ran into Ya-yan's room.

"Yayan, what's wrong with Mother?"

my husband asked. "Wife, weren't you sleeping over there? I heard you moaning."

I was startled, my whole body pounding. Luckily, the room was completely dark, and my husband didn't know where the light switch was.

"Mother, she's here!"

Yayan said.

I was absolutely doomed. We were both lying naked on my son's bed. Even if my husband was still half asleep, he could probably guess what had happened!

"Ah, no, I'll lie down for a bit, and I think I fell asleep..." I blurted out, feeling that things would go more smoothly.

"No matter how I call her, she doesn't answer. Anyway, I need to get something to eat; I didn't eat dinner last night."

"I called you to eat last night, but you said you didn't want to... Anyway, I'm coming right now, right now..." Just one more step, and my husband would be entering the room. There should be a lamp on the table. Even if I didn't know the light switch, as soon as the lamp was turned on, I was doomed.

After my husband finished speaking, he went downstairs. We were completely oblivious to the sounds he made calling from downstairs, going upstairs, and opening the door; we were completely absorbed in our own world.

"Mother, hurry up and get dressed, hurry up..." Ya Yan urged me as I put on my pajamas. I didn't even have time to look for underwear; I just put on my blouse and skirt, still half asleep, and ran downstairs.

"Madam, why are you sleeping in our son's bed? You'll disturb his studies!"

My husband's voice came from behind me. Standing in the kitchen, I couldn't see his facial expression at all.

"I just lay down for a bit, and before I knew it, I fell asleep..." I'm a bad mother, a bad wife, but I need Yasahiko. And it seems Yasahiko also needs me as a mother and a woman.

I don't know what the future holds, nor have I thought about it. I'm just enjoying this happiest moment together. What punishment will this sin bring? I've long been aware of that, but right now, this is the happiest day of my life.

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