[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 5

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After reading it, Zhang Limin was still imagining the scene of mother and son making love. Suddenly, she felt something wet and slippery under her buttocks. She was startled. She wasn't surprised by the substance under her buttocks, but rather because she hadn't expected so much fluid to be flowing out. Was it all coming from her?

She stood up and saw a wet patch on the floor. She took out some tissues from under the coffee table and laid them on the floor, where they were quickly soaked. She had to take out more tissues to wipe the fluid off the floor. Holding the tissues soaked in her fluids, she walked towards the toilet. As she walked, the breeze between her legs made her feel a cool sensation against her wet underwear. She could also feel streams of fluid dripping down her legs.

She went to the toilet, threw the tissues she had used to wipe the fluids into the toilet, and then flushed them away.

Zhang Limin reached out and touched her buttocks a few times, feeling something sticky and quite wet. She took off her pajamas and threw them on the floor. Then, she bent down and carefully examined her crotch. Her white panties were soaked with vaginal fluid, and she could vaguely see tangled, dark pubic hair. She pressed her hand against her genitals, then lifted it, pulling up a thin stream of fluid.

She straightened up and took off her panties and bra, becoming completely naked. Then she filled the bathtub with warm water and cleansed herself.

She soaked in the warm water, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water moisturizing her skin. At the same time, she stroked her breasts with one hand and rubbed her genitals with the other, fantasizing about lying naked in bed with her son, like a docile kitten nestled in his arms.

"Ding...ding..."

The clock in the living room struck nine, startling Zhang Limin back to reality from her fantasy.

"I was just fantasizing about being with my son, and this time I didn't even feel guilty." She was surprised, but she didn't have time to think about it further. Because her son finished his evening self-study at nine o'clock, he would be home soon. She got out of the bathtub and hurriedly dried herself.

She picked up her dirty underwear and pajamas from the floor, crumpled them up, and threw them into the laundry basket.

Since Zhang Limin hadn't brought clean pajamas and underwear with her, she could only run naked from the bathroom back to her bedroom. She took her clean clothes from the closet and quickly put them on.

She plopped down on her bouncy bed with a sense of relief.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering that there was something she hadn't done.

Zhang Limin hurriedly went from her bedroom to the living room, took out the DVD she had bought, and returned to her bedroom to put it away properly.

This series of actions made Zhang Limin's forehead slightly sweaty, and she wanted a glass of water to quench her thirst. She went to the water dispenser in the living room and filled a glass with ice water. She immediately raised the glass and took a big gulp. She no longer felt so thirsty, and her mood was inexplicably happy.

"Tap tap tap..."

Just then, she heard someone running up the stairs in the hallway, stopping on her floor. Soon after, her son, Wang Qiang, opened the door.

He rushed in, quickly changed into slippers, and without closing the door, tossed his schoolbag onto the wall and hurried to the bathroom.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Limin asked her son in surprise.

"I had to go, I couldn't help it,"

Zhang Limin chuckled at her son's words. She went over and closed the door.

In the bathroom, after urinating, Wang Qiang washed his hands and smelled a strange odor. Looking around, he saw only a laundry basket. He bent down and sniffed deeply. The smell became clearer, confirming his guess: the smell was coming from the clothes in the basket.

"How long has Mom left these clothes? Why haven't she washed them? They smell!" he thought.

He didn't check the clothes in the basket; otherwise, he would have been shocked to see his mother's underwear.

Wang Qiang came out of the restroom and saw his mother sitting on the sofa watching TV. He went over to get his schoolbag, and as he picked it up, he casually asked his mother, who was sitting next to him, "Mom, why haven't you washed your clothes yet? They smell weird."

"What clothes?" she wondered.

"The ones in the toilet basket."

Zhang Limin's cheeks flushed red upon hearing this. She knew what her son meant by the weird smell. She was very embarrassed and didn't know how to tell him. Fortunately, her son didn't press her for details and took his schoolbag to his room. After

seeing her son return to his room, she quickly went to the restroom and washed the clothes in the basket, afraid he would discover the secret.

Tonight was another sleepless night for Zhang Limin. But tonight, she wasn't restless and tossing and turning in bed; instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed her beautiful fantasies. Her mind was weaving together various scenarios of her future life with her son, and a smile curved her lips. At this moment, she no longer had any sense of morality; she only thought about her son.

"I'm 37, and he's only 16. Will he fall for his mother?" she suddenly wondered.

She stared at the ceiling for a moment, then jumped up. She took off all her clothes and stood in front of a long, narrow dressing mirror, carefully examining her appearance and figure. She didn't look 37; she looked more like she was in her early 30s.

Her figure was petite, with round, firm breasts of moderate size, a slender waist, and a slightly rounded lower abdomen. Her pubic hair was neither too thick nor too thin, as if it had been combed, neatly arranged. A slit could be vaguely seen hidden beneath the pubic hair. She then turned her back to the mirror, turning her head to see her round, upturned buttocks reflected in the mirror, very attractive.

After looking at her body, Zhang Limin smiled confidently.

"Hehe, I'm not afraid you'll run away," she thought smugly.

"Then how can I get together with him?" she wondered again.

“I’ll find an opportunity to offer myself.”

“No, that won’t work. That would definitely scare him. He’d think of me as a bad mother, a cheap woman.”

This initial approach was immediately rejected.

“Since I can’t take the initiative, then I can first… then… and then…” A series of plans appeared in her mind.

She had a plan in mind, felt relieved, and lay in bed thinking about the details, putting together a comprehensive plan.

Zhang Limin had no more doubts, so she peacefully closed her eyes and continued to dream about her son.

The next evening, around 10 p.m., Zhang Limin, as usual, would pour her son a chilled drink after he returned home from evening self-study and continued studying for a while. But today was different. Her pajamas weren’t knee-length as usual; they were extremely short, only covering her buttocks, leaving her legs completely exposed. She also deliberately tied her hair back into a ponytail, making her look even younger.

Holding a glass of chilled drink in one hand, she gently knocked twice on her son's bedroom door. Without waiting for his reply, she pushed the door open and walked towards him.

"Son, put down your pen and have a drink, take a break."

As he turned to take the drink and tried to thank his mother, the words caught in his throat. Zhang Limin, wearing a very short nightgown, completely stunned her son. He stared at his mother, mouth agape in surprise, hands frozen in mid-air, as if he had been paralyzed.

Seeing her son's expression, Zhang Limin felt very satisfied.

"Is this my mother? So young, so beautiful!" he thought.

"Hurry up and take it, what's so interesting? My hands are tired from holding it."

Wang Qiang knew he had already lost his composure in front of his mother, so he immediately took the cup, lowered his head to sip his drink, and avoided eye contact with her. His heart was pounding, and he felt his penis rapidly swelling. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Son, Mom won't bother you anymore. Study hard, bye-bye."

"Bye...bye-bye," Wang Qiang replied, bowing his head.

He heard his mother's footsteps as she left, and felt a pang of reluctance. He wanted to steal a glance at his mother, but he didn't dare.

"Ugh! Damn mosquito."

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and immediately felt a buzzing in his head, as if it had exploded. He saw his mother's knees slightly bent, scratching her calves. This caused her very short nightgown to slip down to her waist, exposing her round, pert buttocks completely to his view. Because she was bending over, her crotch was tightly wrapped by her white underwear, forming a small indentation in the middle.

Wang Qiang swallowed hard, feeling his penis swell to its limit.

Just then, his mother was about to get up, so he quickly turned his face away, lowering his head and remaining silent. Only when he heard the door close did he raise his head with relief.

He had something he desperately needed to do: masturbate. He stood up from his chair, pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and then sat back down. He looked at his penis; it was thicker and longer than usual today. Curious, he compared it to his 20-centimeter-long penis with a ruler—they were almost the same length. At that moment, he couldn't hold back any longer and immediately began to masturbate.

After leaving her son's room, Zhang Limin didn't go back to her own bedroom or do anything else. Instead, she pressed her ear tightly against the door of her son's room, listening intently. Sure enough, as she expected, she soon heard moaning sounds from inside. She smiled slightly, turned away, and didn't listen any further. She knew her plan would succeed.

Tonight's sleepless night would fall on her son, Wang Qiang.

He lay quietly in bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his mother's beautiful buttocks appeared in his mind.

"Mom is still so young and beautiful!"

"She must have been even more beautiful when she was young."

"Dad is so lucky to have married such a beautiful mother."

Thinking of this, a nameless jealousy welled up in his heart. Lost in thought, he drifted off to sleep.

In the following days, Zhang Limin always found opportunities to deliberately expose her private parts in front of her son. Even through her underwear, her son's eyes would always widen, unblinking.

Sometimes she would intentionally or unintentionally brush past him. Finally, her son actively sought opportunities to touch her body.

That night, the night Zhang Limin had been waiting for finally arrived.

Wang Qiang lay in bed, a surge of desire rising in his mind. He wanted to sneak into his mother's bedroom and, while she slept, see what a woman's private parts were like. More precisely, he had long harbored this desire, but it was particularly strong today. The woman's private parts, concealed by her underwear, could no longer satisfy his growing, insatiable desire.

He tiptoed to the door of his mother's bedroom. He was overjoyed to find the door slightly ajar, as if left there just for him. He craned his neck and peered through the crack, seeing his mother lying quietly on the bed. Perhaps because of the heat, the sheets had been kicked aside in her sleep. Her fair legs were particularly striking in the darkness.

Wang Qiang heard his mother's even breathing, confirming she was fast asleep. He gently pushed open the door and cautiously approached his mother's bedside. A beautiful, mature woman's body was laid bare before his eyes. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding.

He leaned forward and reached out, his hand trembling, to touch the woman's private parts he so desired. The moment his fingertips touched her, he felt his mother's body shudder. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, silently watching his mother, too afraid to move.

After a while, seeing that his mother didn't react, he mustered his courage.

His hand touched his mother's private parts again, his hand still trembling. He pressed and gently rubbed the soft, raised mound of flesh. Soon he felt a sticky liquid seeping from the center of her vagina, staining his fingers. He thought,

"This must be a woman's vaginal fluid."

Curious, he brought his fingers, which were covered in the fluid, to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Ah! This smell is so familiar. That's right, it's the smell I smelled when I rushed home from evening self-study that night, after using the toilet and washing my hands. I thought it was because the clothes had been left unwashed for too long. It turns out it was my mother's vaginal fluid on those clothes."

He didn't think any further and moved to stand at his mother's feet. He reached out and grasped her ankles, slowly spreading her legs apart. He spread them a little, paused for a while, and watched his mother's reaction. When he felt it was safe, he continued to spread them apart. Finally, when he saw enough space for himself to crawl between them, he stopped.

He knelt on the bed, hands on his hands, then crawled inwards towards his mother's private parts until his nose almost touched them. At such close range, he could clearly see the few pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of her underwear.

He lay there quietly, staring, thinking about how to remove his mother's underwear.

"Clang...clang..." The living room clock suddenly struck.

In the still of the night, the clock's sound was exceptionally loud. Startled, Wang Qiang hurriedly got off his mother's bed, quickly left the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

At that moment, Zhang Limin sat up like a ghost, a smug smile on her face.

Actually, she was already awake, because she was a light sleeper; she had sensed her son approaching, but she continued to pretend to be asleep. She had anticipated what her son was going to do to her. But she had overlooked the living room clock, which would scare him away halfway.

"What a pity," she thought.

"Hehe, I'm not worried about you not coming tomorrow night. By the way, find some time tomorrow to take this damn clock apart."

"Ah!"

Zhang Limin felt a tingling sensation deep inside her vagina.

"That little rascal, he ran away, leaving me all messed up, and now I have to do it myself."

Zhang Limin lay down, one hand kneading her breasts, the other reaching between her legs, her fingers quickly rubbing her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...um..."

After a moment, she began to moan softly.

At this moment, Zhang Limin's eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes closed, and she fantasized without restraint about her son pressing her down and vigorously fucking her vagina.

"Son, fuck Mom hard," she cried out in her heart, rubbing her clitoris even faster.

"Ah...faster, Mom...Mom's coming..."

Suddenly, Zhang Limin's legs clamped tightly together, she turned to lie on her side, rested her head on the pillow, and let out continuous low moans, her body trembling, causing the fleshy flesh of her buttocks to quiver. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over her. Her expression, one of agonizing ecstasy, finally relaxed into a satisfied smile.

She lay still, her heavy breathing clearly audible in the quiet night. The air still carried the scent of her own fluids.

After a while, she reluctantly got up, found some tissues to clean her private parts, and changed into clean underwear. Only then did she close her eyes and go to sleep.

The next day, Zhang Limin indeed found an opportunity to remove the living room clock.

Midnight arrived, and the moment the mother and son had both eagerly awaited came again.

Wang Qiang tiptoed out of his bedroom. He noticed that his parents' bedroom door, unlike yesterday's ajar door, was wide open, as if welcoming his arrival. He quietly slipped into his parents' bedroom. Zhang Limin was covered with a thin blanket tonight, which surprised Wang Qiang slightly.

As he stood by the bed, wondering how to proceed, something shocking happened. As if by divine intervention, his mother, in her sleep, reached out and grasped a corner of the blanket, pulling it back to expose her upper body. What shocked him wasn't just this, but that his mother wasn't wearing a nightgown or a bra.

Her naked breasts were thus completely exposed before him.

Wang Qiang swallowed hard, feeling his penis quickly become erect.

The white, round breasts seemed to have a suction effect; Wang Qiang unconsciously reached out, his hand trembling, and grasped the breast closest to him. He dared not use too much force, afraid of waking his mother, and only gently squeezed it, feeling its softness and elasticity.

"Mom isn't wearing anything on her upper body, so what about her lower body…?" he suddenly thought.

He reached out and slowly pulled the blanket down, and when his mother's upper body was exposed, his heart began to pound. He knew his mother's lower body must also be completely naked at this moment. The blanket was pulled down little by little, and his heart pounded even harder. The mysterious area he longed for was about to be revealed before his eyes, to reveal its true face.

"Ah!"

he exclaimed inwardly, he finally saw his mother's private parts, and at such close range. In the moonlight, beneath the thick pubic hair, a recessed crevice formed between two raised mounds of flesh. For some reason, the thick labia majora felt somewhat damp, with a few strands of pubic hair clinging to them.

He pulled the thin blanket down to his mother's knees, but his gaze never left her private parts.

Suddenly, he saw a clear liquid welling up from between the fleshy openings. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at his mother's face, seeing that she was still peacefully asleep.

His gaze then focused on his mother's private parts.

At that moment, he felt his penis throbbing uncomfortably hard inside his underwear, and he felt an intense urge to release.

Without thinking twice, he took off his underwear and began masturbating in front of his mother's mature body.

This greatly distressed Zhang Limin, who was lying in bed pretending to be asleep.

Although her eyes were not open, she knew from the noise beside her that her son was masturbating. She still secretly peeked at her son through her slits, then immediately closed her eyes again.

"My little devil, you're driving your mother crazy," she complained inwardly.

Zhang Limin hadn't received her husband's favor for a long time, but now there was a live penis right next to her. She really wanted to get up immediately, grab her son's penis, and stuff it into her long-dormant honey hole. But she was afraid that this sudden action would frighten him, so she gritted her teeth and endured the waves of itching from the center of her vagina.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Wang Qiang's heavy breathing grew louder, making his mother even more unbearable, feeling as if a small worm was biting inside her vagina.

"Xiao Qiang."

For some reason, Zhang Limin opened her eyes and softly called out to her son.

"Ah! Mom...Mom, I...I, I'm sorry!"

Wang Qiang never expected his mother to wake up so suddenly. Startled, his erect penis immediately went limp like a frostbitten eggplant. He looked at his mother in surprise, his hand still clutching his penis.

He stood there woodenly, not knowing what to do. Time seemed to freeze. In fact, it only lasted a moment. He suddenly turned and ran out of his mother's bedroom, nervously returning to his own room, leaning against the door.

At this moment, Zhang Limin had already sobered up from her desire. Seeing her son running away in a panic, she was filled with regret.

"Why didn't I hold back a little longer?" "I

must have scared him."

"He thought I was going to scold him."

She kept blaming herself in her heart.

The next day, the mother and son ate breakfast in silence. Wang Qiang kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He was both nervous and afraid. Even after he finished breakfast, his mother didn't react. He secretly glanced at her and saw her holding chopsticks, staring blankly at her bowl of barely touched porridge.

He got up, forced a goodbye to his mother, and left the awkward situation to go to school.

"Why didn't Mom say anything to me?"

"What is she thinking?" "

I said goodbye, but she ignored me."

"Seeing how sad she looks, she must be very disappointed in me. What should I do?"

He walked towards school, his mind racing.

However, Zhang Limin's feelings at that moment weren't what her son expected—no scolding. She simply didn't know how to tell him her inner thoughts.

That midnight, Zhang Limin already knew her son wouldn't come to her room, but she still lay there quietly waiting.

One night, two nights… the next few nights passed, and the person she was hoping for never appeared in her bedroom.

In the past few days, Wang Qiang didn't know how to face his mother. He would hide in his room as soon as he got home, focusing only on eating, finishing quickly before retreating back to his room.

The mother's conflicted feelings and the son's guilt made the mother and son, who lived together, seem like complete strangers. After meals, their laughter and conversation ceased; each locked themselves in their own room, making it feel cold and empty, as if no one lived there.

"Ouch!"

That evening, Zhang Limin boiled a kettle of water in the kitchen. As she poured it into the thermos, her mind was filled with thoughts of her and her son. She was distracted and didn't notice the thermos was full. The boiling water overflowed, spilling onto the table and dripping down the edge.

A drop landed on the instep of her foot. Zhang Limin quickly jumped back to avoid further burns. She crouched down, placed the kettle beside her, and groaned in pain, clutching her scalded foot.

"Ouch..."

Wang Qiang, who was hiding in the bedroom, rushed out upon hearing his mother's cry of surprise. He saw his mother squatting on the floor, groaning in pain.

"Mom, what happened?"

He quickly went to her side.

"Ah... I accidentally burned my foot."

"Quickly, sit down in a chair, let me take a look."

Wang Qiang helped his mother up and helped her sit on a chair next to him. He squatted down and picked up her burned foot; the fair skin was red and blistered. He lowered his head and blew heavily on the burned area.

"Ooh... ooh..."

Zhang Limin was very happy to see her son so caring. Whether it was the effect of her son's blowing or her own perception, she felt that her foot didn't hurt as much.

"He still cares about me a lot," she thought.

"Mom, does it still hurt?" Wang Qiang asked between breaths.

"Ah, much better. Thank you."

"Let me take you to the hospital to see a doctor."

"No need, it's so late, and it wasn't very serious. Go to the living room and get the burn ointment and gauze."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Wang Qiang quickly returned with burn ointment and gauze, squatting down again at his mother's feet.

"Mom, let me help you apply the medicine."

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Qiang held his mother's burned foot in one hand, and with the other, he squeezed the burn ointment onto the swollen area. He then gently spread the ointment with two fingers, making sure it was evenly applied.

He carefully and meticulously applied the ointment, finally tearing a strip of gauze to wrap the affected area. He then put slippers on her and gently placed her foot on the ground.

"Mom, all done," he said, standing up.

"Hmm, not bad. Thank you."

"No need. When I was little, I fell and hurt my knee, and you did the same thing for me."

"You remember?"

"Yes, of course."

Mother and son looked at each other tenderly, their eyes overflowing with affection. They smiled at each other, both feeling the other's love.

"Mom, let me help you back to your room to rest," the son said first.

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Qiang helped his mother into the room and covered her with a blanket.

"Mom, get some rest. If you need anything, just call me. I'm leaving."

"Xiao Qiang!"

"What is it?"

"...Thank you."
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"Mom, you thanked me several times tonight. If you want to thank me, cook me a nice meal tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

"Bye, Mom."

"Bye."

Zhang Limin lay in bed, very happy. She didn't expect her son to care about her so much and even joke with her.

The next day was Sunday.

Early in the morning, Wang Qiang was still half-asleep when he was awakened by the clanging and banging of stir-frying. He shook his head to clear his head.

"Why is Mom cooking so early in the morning?" he wondered.

He got up to wash up, and as he opened his bedroom door, an incredibly fragrant aroma of cooking wafted into his nostrils. He took a few deep sniffs, and his stomach rumbled.

"So hungry," he thought.

He went to the kitchen and saw his mother, her face covered in sweat, happily stir-frying the vegetables.

Zhang Limin was diligently cooking, and noticing her son's arrival, she said without turning around,

"Xiaoqiang, you're up. Go to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Once you're done, Mom will have the food ready, and you can eat."

Wang Qiang sat at the table, waiting for his mother to bring out the last dish.

Zhang Limin sat opposite her son, sensing that although he wasn't avoiding her gaze, he was still somewhat reserved.

"Xiaoqiang, don't just sit there, eat some vegetables!"

Wang Qiang didn't eat immediately, but instead asked with concern, "Mom, does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much anymore," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She was so happy that her son was still concerned about her injury.

"Didn't I promise you I'd cook you something delicious today?"

"Thank you, Mom."

"Why are you being so polite with me? Eat up, you haven't eaten properly for days."

"Okay."

This time, the mother and son weren't completely silent during the hearty breakfast. They would occasionally exchange a few words, then suddenly stop and fall silent. There seemed to still be a barrier between them.

And so, the breakfast proceeded awkwardly.

When Wang Qiang finished eating and put down his chopsticks, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Mom, I have to go out in a bit. I told my classmate I'd go to his house to study."

"Really? I think you're trying to avoid me!" she said hoarsely, almost crying.

"No, no."

"Yes, you don't need to deny it, I understand."

Wang Qiang lowered his head and remained silent.

“I think we should talk about what happened that night,” Zhang Limin said, trying to calm herself down.

“Mom, it’s all my fault. Scold me, hit me!”

Wang Qiang stood up and stood in front of his mother, looking distressed and waiting for her reaction. Zhang Limin pulled up a chair and let her son sit next to her. She looked at her son with heartache, took his hand in hers, and said, “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault.”

“No, how can it be your fault? I’m your son, that night I actually…”

“Listen to me, Xiaoqiang,”

Zhang Limin interrupted her son, continuing, “Actually… actually, it was Mom who seduced you.”

Hearing this, Wang Qiang was struck dumb, his body stiffening, his mind blank, staring at his mother in astonishment. He then remembered her unusual behavior those past few days. She wore very sexy pajamas in front of him, sometimes intentionally or unintentionally touching him. And when he sneaked into her bedroom at night, her door was wide open.

“But, why?” he frowned and said.

Zhang Limin had been watching her son's expression closely. She saw him frown and knew what he was thinking.

"Are you wondering why Mom did this?"

Wang Qiang nodded blankly.

"Do you know why your father is always away from home?"

He didn't answer, just shook his head.

"Your father has another woman outside. Waaah..." The pent-up resentment in Zhang Limin's heart finally erupted.

She hugged her son tightly and cried, clinging to him.

"Mom, don't cry," Wang Qiang quickly tried to comfort her.

Zhang Limin didn't stop, still tightly hugging her son and sobbing uncontrollably.

Wang Qiang felt his mother's body convulsing, her clothes soaked with her tears. He also felt a pair of soft breasts pressing against his chest. But this didn't make him think anything; instead, he gently and tenderly embraced his mother. He didn't know how to comfort her, just quietly waiting for her to calm down.

After a while, Zhang Limin's sobs turned into quiet whimpers. She also felt her breasts pressing against her son's chest. She quickly got up and released him, then reached out to wipe the tears still clinging to her face. Thinking back to how she had just held her son and wept, their bodies pressed tightly together, she felt a slight flush rise to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoqiang. Mom couldn't control herself just now," Zhang Limin said softly.

"Don't mind it, I'm your son, Mom."

"If your father could treat me even half as well as you do, I'd be content."

Overwhelmed by her sorrow, Zhang Limin couldn't help but shed a few more tears. Wang Qiang, seeing this, quickly reached out to wipe them away.

"Thank you. I wasn't finished yet, let me continue,"

Wang Qiang nodded.

"Your father was seeing other women, and I was furious, so I planned to find a man to get revenge. But somehow, I thought of you. At first, I just wanted to… just wanted to seduce you, to… you… I won't say anymore, you know. But ever since that night you stopped talking to me, I've felt uneasy, like I've lost my soul. I think… I've fallen in love with you."

The last sentence was barely audible, but Wang Qiang could hear it clearly. He knew that the love his mother spoke of wasn't just a mother's love for her son, but the love a woman expresses for the man she loves.

Wang Qiang stared, speechless, his eyes wide with astonishment at his mother.

Zhang Limin looked genuinely at her astonished son. Ignoring his thoughts and the consequences of her question, she mustered her courage and asked her son directly and frankly, "Do you love me?"

Still surprised, Wang Qiang hadn't expected his mother to press him with this question. He was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, the breakfast before him reminded him of his mother's burned foot, yet she still got up early to prepare a hearty breakfast for him. He also thought of his mother's genuine and unpretentious affection just now, and without hesitation, he blurted out, "I love you."

Zhang Limin hugged her son again and wept. But this time, it was tears of joy. Wang Qiang, on the other hand, held his mother tightly.

The room was quiet, save for Zhang Limin's sobs.

After a while, Zhang Limin reluctantly let go of her son, her eyes brimming with tears. She spoke softly to him, "I'm so happy! Really, Mom is so happy! Will you come for a walk with me later?"

"Okay," Wang Qiang nodded.

"Let's change our clothes and go out right away. Mom hasn't been out for a stroll in ages."

"By the way, is your foot alright?"

"It's fine, just hold me and we'll walk slowly."

"Okay."

Wang Qiang helped his mother to a park near their home. Along the way, they pointed and chatted, laughing and talking. They didn't look like a mother and son at all, but rather like a newlywed couple. Passersby simply thought it was a dutiful son supporting his mother with an injured foot, chatting and strolling with her in the park. They whispered enviously, saying how happy the mother was. Zhang Limin and Wang Qiang chuckled softly.

As they walked, Zhang Limin glanced at her watch; it was already past 8 o'clock.

"It's past 8 o'clock, shall we go shopping at the mall?" Zhang Limin suggested.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you say today."

The mother and son left the park, and the son hailed a taxi. He first helped his mother into the taxi, then got in himself.

Zhang Limin hadn't been shopping in a long time, and since she was particularly happy today, she had her son accompany her as they slowly browsed the mall, starting from the first floor. They explored almost every area from the first to the fourth floor, including the appliance section and sporting goods section, which she usually never visited.

Gradually, her foot seemed to recover without any injury, and she started shopping with great enthusiasm. This kept Wang Qiang quite busy.

He stayed by her side, and if he turned around and looked back, she would disappear to another place. He would chase after her, carrying the clothes she had bought. Calling him a devoted husband wouldn't be an exaggeration.

At this moment, the two strolled to the women's lingerie section. Wang Qiang immediately spotted a black, semi-transparent, strappy, sexy women's nightgown. Beside it lay a thong of the same fabric. He stared at it, mesmerized.

His observant mother had noticed her son's behavior.

"Xiaoqiang."

"..."

"Xiaoqiang!"

"Ah, Mom... Mom, what is it?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing... nothing."

Wang Qiang's face flushed slightly, but thankfully his mother didn't press further.

"Xiaoqiang, are you thirsty? Go buy two drinks."

"Okay."

He turned to buy drinks.

"Silly boy, it would be better to put your things on the ground first."

Wang Qiang turned and chuckled, putting his things on the ground before turning back to buy drinks.

Zhang Limin, of course, took this opportunity to buy the sexy nightgown her son was so obsessed with, and asked the clerk to wrap it up and put it in a paper bag.

When Wang Qiang returned with two bottles of drinks, he saw his mother carrying an extra paper bag and complained, "Mom, you bought something again."

"Hehe, don't worry, I can carry this myself."

"Great. Mom, here's your drink."

Zhang Limin took the drink from her son, unscrewed the cap, and took a small sip. The icy liquid traveled down her throat, through her esophagus, and into her heart. She felt incredibly refreshed. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her son standing beside her.

Wang Qiang was sweating profusely, constantly chugging his drink; he had already downed most of the bottle. Zhang Limin took a tissue from her handbag and wiped the sweat from her son's face. Wang Qiang stood there, head down, waiting for her to wipe the sweat away.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Look how hot you are, it's all my fault for making you tired."

"Hehe."

After quenching their thirst, they continued shopping.

By the time they finished shopping, it was noon, so they ate lunch outside before taking a taxi home.

As soon as Zhang Limin got home, she headed for the bathroom, still carrying the paper bag.

As she walked, she said to him, "Mom's going to take a shower. If you don't have anything to do, you can watch TV."

"Okay, Mom."

The mother went to the bathroom, found a plastic bag, put it over her scalded foot, tied it shut, and started showering.

... "Xiaoqiang."

A little while later, Zhang Limin, wearing that sexy nightgown, stood at the living room doorway and greeted her son.

"Ah! Mom... Mom, you..."

"Am I pretty?"

"Pretty!"

The semi-transparent gauze against her radiant skin after the shower exuded a unique and alluring sensuality. The romantic lace trim, the luxurious sues and lace, and the captivating embroidered jacquard all conveyed a sense of temptation, sexiness, and elegance. (Excerpted from an advertisement.) Its dreamy and sexy design fully revealed Zhang Limin's graceful curves. Her soft, flowing figure and captivating charm made Wang Qiang's heart race. He felt his heart leap into his throat, his penis throbbing excitedly inside his shorts.

Seeing her son so entranced, Zhang Limin felt immense pleasure and a surge of desire to reciprocate.

Her body began to writhe, her hands rubbing back and forth across her round breasts, flat stomach, and shapely thighs.

Wang Qiang's eyes followed his mother's movements.

"Ah...ah..."
Zhang Limin, in sync with her movements, parted her lips wide, letting out melodious moans that rose and fell, short and long, captivating the senses. Interspersed among these were trembling breaths. She was completely immersed in her performance,

giving her all for her sole audience.

The sensual yet realistic performance made Wang Qiang feel hot all over, his mouth dry. The seductive sounds echoing in the room fueled his uncontrollable excitement; his penis throbbed incessantly inside his shorts, as if about to explode.

At some point, Wang Qiang had removed his t-shirt, leaving him in only shorts. Clearly, his erect penis stretched the crotch of his shorts high.

Then, Zhang Limin slightly arched her buttocks back, her hands kneading and rubbing them incessantly. Her body swayed and leaned forward slightly.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Qiang immediately straightened up, craning his neck to look at her chest.

The female lead cooperated by pulling down her neckline with both hands, almost revealing her entire breasts, but then quickly releasing them.

Seeing the slight disappointment on her son's face, Zhang Limin smiled and gracefully walked towards him.

She knelt between his knees. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, kneading them. Her palms were covered by a thin veil, feeling as if she were touching it directly. He felt her nipples harden under his hands.

"Ah...ah..."

A ticklish, pleasurable sensation spread from her nipples, and she couldn't help but moan.

At this moment, Wang Qiang's hands, no longer needing his mother's guidance, began to knead on their own.

"Ah...Xiao Qiang, you're making Mommy feel so good!"

Encouraged by his mother, Wang Qiang became bolder. He even pinched and twisted her now hardened breasts with his fingers.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Zhang Limin moaned repeatedly, panting heavily, as her son made her.

She closed her eyes, frowned, and bit her lip, her face showing a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her hands weren't idle either, stroking the inside of his large thighs back and forth.

"Wow! It's so big!" he exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Limin stroked the high bulge of her son's crotch. She immediately felt its length. She fully woke up, eagerly unzipping his shorts and taking out his treasure. It was like a wild horse breaking free of its restraints, standing proudly before her.

It was white and clean, thick and long, with bulging veins all over, topped with a large, smooth, round glans, revealing its fierce nature. Such a large thing was full of primal, wild power. Zhang Limin was both fascinated and afraid of it.

"It's really big!" she said in a daze.

She reached out and grasped the huge penis that she both loved and feared, squeezing it hard. A drop of clear liquid gushed out from the urethral opening in the center of the glans.

Zhang Limin saw this and stuck out her thin tongue to lick it. When the tip of her tongue just touched the tip of his glans, he couldn't help but shudder and groan.

"Ah..."

The mother began licking the precum from her son's glans. Each touch of her nimble tongue caused his body to tremble, and his penis involuntarily twitched in her hand. The first few twitches caused more fluid to gush from the urethral opening.

The son, experiencing oral sex for the first time, couldn't withstand his mother's skillful tongue. He immediately felt his semen about to erupt.

"Mom, I..."

Zhang Limin felt her son's body stiffen, and the penis in her hand tremble violently. She knew his orgasm was imminent. She immediately took his entire glans into her mouth, and her hand gripping his penis began to stroke it rapidly.

"Ah...ah..."

Sure enough, before she had moved much further, her son reached orgasm, ejaculating.

He pressed his hands tightly against his mother's head, thrusting his hips upwards as far as he could. Streams of semen gushed out; the time from the start of his orgasm to its end was far longer than the time it took to reach it. Perhaps this was because he hadn't masturbated for several days.

Zhang Limin held her son's glans tightly in her mouth, feeling her mouth filled with semen, but she could still feel his penis twitching and ejaculating. She had no choice but to swallow the semen while still holding his glans in her mouth.

When Wang Qiang's orgasm ended, his mother didn't immediately lift her head, but instead gripped his penis tightly, sucking out the remaining semen before stopping.

Seeing that her son's penis was still hard as iron, Zhang Limin said to him, "Xiaoqiang, stand up, Mom will help you take off your shorts."

The mother helped her son take off his shorts and then had him sit back down on the sofa. She then stood in front of him and began to undress herself. When she took off her sexy nightgown, exposing her bare breasts, she didn't immediately take off her thong.

"You help Mom take this off," she said with a mysterious smile.

When Wang Qiang pulled down his mother's thong, his eyes widened in surprise. He pointed to her private parts in surprise and said, "Mom, you..."

"I shaved them all clean when I showered. Do you like it?"

"Yes."

Her clean vulva, with its labia parted, revealed pink, tender flesh, glistening with moisture.

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom."

The mother and son went to the bedroom, and the mother climbed onto the bed first, lying on her back. She beckoned to her son and said,

"Come on, get on!"

As soon as her son climbed onto the bed, his mother immediately hugged him and rolled over, pinning him beneath her.

She then offered her fragrant lips, kissing his cheeks all over, finally reaching his lips. At first, she only lightly kissed his lips a few times, then she extended her nimble tongue, teasing it into his mouth.

Wang Qiang began to let his mother's tongue move inside. Gradually, under her guidance, he also began to retaliate with his tongue.

The two tongues were like two playful children in a game, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes intertwining. They were having a great time.

Zhang Limin pressed her upper body tightly against her son, her buttocks writhing incessantly, her clean, hairless vulva rubbing against his genitals. His hands stroked her smooth, tender back up and down, sometimes grasping and kneading her plump, shapely buttocks.

At this moment, the passionate tongue-fighting ceased. The mother lay on top of her son, panting and resting.

After a while, Zhang Limin rolled over on the bed with her son, positioning herself on the lower half.

"Xiaoqiang, suckle Mommy's breasts."

Wang Qiang, receiving his mother's instruction, looked at her breasts. The round, white breasts were adorned with dark red nipples. The plump nipples were slightly curved, as if beckoning him. He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, beginning to suckle forcefully, one hand squeezing and pressing. The smacking sounds and his earnest expression made it seem as if he were drawing out milk.

"Ah...ah..."

Zhang Limin began to moan as her son suckled. Her fingers ran through his hair, scratching his scalp. Her head swayed from side to side, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying the tingling, pleasurable sensation emanating from her nipples.

Her other nipple was being pinched and twisted by her son.

"Ah...ah..."

Zhang Limin's moans grew louder.

Wang Qiang suddenly recalled his passionate encounter with his mother. He couldn't help but take her swollen, hard nipple into his mouth, teasing it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh! You little rascal, you… ah…”

“Mommy, you make me feel so beautiful…”

“Mmm… ah…”

Zhang Limin moaned incessantly.

The little boy seemed to be a self-taught sexual genius. He knew how to observe his mother’s physical reactions and moans, applying different stimuli to her nipples. Sometimes he sucked, sometimes he bit, sometimes he licked, and sometimes he even circled her areola with the tip of his tongue.

Zhang Limin felt her vagina twitching and that there was vaginal fluid secretion. She pressed his head down and pushed it.

“Xiaoqiang, Mommy’s pussy is so itchy, lick it for Mommy.”

Wang Qiang knelt between his mother’s legs, carefully admiring her hairless vulva.

The vulva was high and full, thick and plump, and slightly moist. The two dark red labia majora were slightly open, and you could see that there was glistening vaginal fluid inside. And a thin stream was slowly dripping down from the bottom of the flesh.

“Mommy, your vulva is so beautiful!”

Zhang Limin smiled slightly, reaching her hands between her legs. Her fingers parted the sides of her vulva, revealing another amazing sight.

The instant the labia were separated, a stream of thick, white liquid gushed from the pink opening. Gradually, the flow slowed and thinned. The tender vulva, like a baby's mouth, began to contract and relax, squeezing out streams of clear liquid. A small, protruding fleshy bud at the apex of the vulva caught his attention.

“Xiaoqiang, do you see that little fleshy bud?”

“Yes, Mommy. It’s so cute!”

“Suck it like you would a nipple!”

“Okay.”

Wang Qiang brought his mouth to his mother’s clitoris and began to suckle.

The same method, applied to even more sensitive areas of the woman’s body, brought her an even higher, more pleasurable, and more memorable experience.

"Ah...ah..."

"So...so beautiful! Mommy's so happy!"

"Ouch...um..."

Zhang Limin was now like a madwoman, moaning loudly, her hands kneading her breasts, her buttocks thrusting upwards as much as possible so that her son could more easily lick her clitoris. This would give her an even more pleasurable feeling.

A large amount of vaginal fluid secreted from her, and she felt a wet patch under her buttocks.

"Xiaoqiang, use your fingers to poke Mommy's pussy!"

Wang Qiang didn't say anything, continuing to suck his mother's clitoris, one hand already reaching between her legs, his index finger poking at the entrance, about to insert.

"No, use two fingers to poke!"

The son obeyed her, inserting his middle and index fingers together.

He felt his fingers inserted into a wet, warm, tight fleshy sac. It felt as if a small mouth was biting his fingertip inside.

“Xiaoqiang, thrust harder into Mommy!”

“No, harder!”

“Oh…yes, that’s it!”

“Faster!”

“Ah…good son, you’re Mommy’s good husband!”

“You’re so good at this, Mommy’s in heaven…”

Wang Qiang’s fingers moved rapidly, making a series of slapping sounds. Each time his fingers were pulled out, some vaginal fluid came out.

She felt her vagina was less itchy, and the frequent pleasure from her clitoris made her feel dizzy.

However, as time slowly passed, Zhang Limin felt her vaginal opening itching again, after all, her fingers were still too short to penetrate deeply. She knew that only her son’s penis could reach her itchy spot and relieve her urgent need.

“Xiaoqiang, stop…stop.”

“What’s wrong, Mommy?”

“Mommy’s vagina is so itchy! Mommy wants your big cock!”

Wang Qiang felt both nervous and excited after hearing this.

“Xiaoqiang, lie down on the bed first, let Mommy do it.”

Wang Qiang lay on his back on the bed, his thick, long, white penis standing prominently between his legs.

Zhang Limin got up and knelt on either side of his legs. She grasped her son's penis, pressing the glans against the entrance of her vagina, and slowly lowered her hips.

She knew perfectly well that her son's penis was very large, and given that she hadn't had sex in a long time, she moved very slowly to avoid hurting herself. Because of this, Wang Qiang could clearly feel his glans breaking through the tight opening, scraping against the slippery walls of her vagina, slowly penetrating until it filled her entire vagina.

"Oh..."

The pleasure of the glans rubbing against the walls of her vagina made Wang Qiang groan.

When his entire penis was inside Zhang Limin's vagina, she exhaled with relief, saying,

"So big!"

"Xiaoqiang, your cock is really big!"

"Mommy's vagina is full!"

"Xiaoqiang, when Mommy moves, you have to hold back, don't get too excited, or you'll ejaculate prematurely."

"Thank you, Mommy."

Zhang Limin's hips began to slowly move in and out.

She moved slowly, watching her son's expression. When she sensed his urge to ejaculate, she stopped stroking him, waiting for him to take a deep breath and calm his excitement. Then she continued her hip movements, slightly increasing the speed.

Under his mother's guidance, Wang Qiang gradually mastered the knack, learning how to control his emotions to enjoy the pleasurable sensations of sex.

"Ah... Mom, I feel so good!"

"Mmm... It's so wonderful!"

"Mom, you can go faster!"

Zhang Limin heard her son say this to her, and sensing that he wasn't as tense as before, she increased the speed of her stroking.

"Oh... Mom, I've never felt so good before! It feels so good!"

"Mom, are you enjoying it?"

"Of course I am! I haven't felt this way in a long time! Your big cock is filling me up completely, it feels amazing!"

Wang Qiang, pinned beneath her, saw his mother's two snow-white breasts swaying wildly in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out to grab them.

“Ah… Xiaoqiang, grab Mommy’s breasts harder, harder!”

“Ah… Ah…”

The harder the son grabbed, the louder the mother’s moans grew, and the greater the downward force of her hips.

The moans, the sounds of impact, and the creaking of the bed intertwined, creating an obscene symphony that filled the entire room.

This mother and son, lost in their passion, felt as if the earth had stopped turning, as if they were the only two people in the world, completely oblivious to everything else. They moaned loudly and recklessly, and the son’s hips moved upwards in rhythm with his mother’s frantic movements.

Suddenly, Wang Qiang gripped his mother’s buttocks tightly, his hips thrusting almost frantically, his penis moving rapidly between her legs.

Zhang Limin knew her son was about to reach climax; this was his final sprint.

“Ah… Ah…”

“Son… You’re so good! Mommy is so happy from you!”

“Come on, harder! Mommy’s almost there too!”

At that moment, Wang Qiang's hips suddenly thrust upwards, and with each thud, he ejaculated his hot semen into her vagina.

Zhang Limin's vagina contracted, releasing her own orgasm.

Two wet, naked bodies lay intertwined, their lower bodies tightly pressed together. They were both enjoying the pleasure of their orgasms. Neither spoke, embracing each other, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. After

a while, the mother rolled off her son, like a docile kitten, and nestled against her own child.

The son turned around, smiling as he faced her.

He kneaded her breasts, and she played with his penis. Their eyes met, filled with tender affection. Silence spoke volumes.

"Mom," the son spoke first.

"What is it, darling?"

"You...you..."

"I, what? Why are you stammering?"

"Divorce Dad!"

"Okay, but...you have to promise me one thing," the mother said with a playful smile.

"What?"

"You need to behave well from now on, until Mom is satisfied."

Wang Qiang immediately understood what his mother meant. He chuckled... This time, Zhang Limin completely played the role of teacher, engaging in various sexual positions with her son.

She even taught him some little tricks for sex. Wang Qiang immediately put what he had learned to use on his mother, making her moan with pleasure. Finally, the two returned to the missionary position, ending their lovemaking.

Zhang Limin was pinned down by her son, her legs wrapped around his buttocks. She felt the semen flowing into her uterus.

She hugged her son's back, thinking that her happy life had only just begun.

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