My son was still a little nervous.

"Mom!"

My son called out timidly to my back as he pulled up his pants.

"What?"

My blush hadn't faded yet. To avoid embarrassing myself and my son, I didn't turn around to look at
him directly, but just glanced at Yang Yang out of the corner of my eye.

My son looked embarrassed and timid.

"Mom... don't tell Dad, okay?"

My son's voice was pleading. He knew very well how terrible the consequences would be if his father found out he not only secretly read
pornographic comics but also masturbated.

I lowered my head and remained silent for a while. Although my husband had mentioned that parents should avoid talking about such things
, I had unintentionally witnessed it. Should I really not say a word to my husband? Then I thought again. My husband
's methods of educating our son were indeed somewhat too strict, which was why our son was so afraid of him. If my husband
could really be more tolerant of our son as he said, then telling him or not would make
little difference. If my husband found out and flew into a rage, my son, with his gentle nature, might be
frightened into something serious.

After much deliberation, I decided it was best not to mention it to my husband, so I steeled myself
and to keep my son's privacy a secret.

"Then, you have to promise!"

I looked up at my son with a mother's authoritative gaze and said sternly, "You have to promise that you won't masturbate again
unless you absolutely can't resist! And you absolutely cannot do
such disgusting things during the day when there are other people at home! And you're not allowed to look at those rubbish comics anymore! I'm going to check your room later! Except for
your study materials, all your comics are for Mom to keep! I'll give them back to you after your college entrance exam!"

"Mom!"

my son protested, pouting. "I know I was wrong! I'll change next time, okay? Don't
take my comics away! Please!"

"No!"

My tone remained stern. "Your dad and I always thought reading comics was just a child's hobby, but
who knew comics could contain such unhealthy content! This time, Mom won't tolerate it anymore. Look
what this garbage has turned you into! No more bargaining with Mom! Otherwise, I'll call your dad right now!
"

Hearing that he was going to call his father, my son immediately became obedient. He stopped asking me for anything and just
looked at me with dissatisfaction.

I sighed and said softly to my son, "Yangyang! You should know your parents' expectations of you!
If I hadn't accidentally witnessed this, I shouldn't have been the one talking to you about this. But
your father was away on a business trip! And he is indeed quite strict with you in many ways, and has a
bad . Given your father-son relationship, it's not appropriate to discuss this kind of thing. So you should understand me! You're
in puberty now, and it's understandable that you want to understand sex and even have sexual urges. But you should restrain
yourself instead of indulging! Especially these messy pornographic books, which only
fuel your already restless desires. I've decided to temporarily confiscate your comics but not prohibit your future
masturbation , to keep you away from these negative external influences and let you face your own desires directly, to see
if you can control them with your own willpower. I believe that you're a grown-up now,
and you can definitely control your behavior. But these things that affect your growth must be confiscated!

" "Mom! I only have a few erotic comics! Most of them are wholesome, can't you
just confiscate them?"

My son pleaded again.

"No! You've been using your broken arm as an excuse to not study! This time, Mom
is to correct all your bad habits at once! Otherwise,
how much will you fall behind your classmates after such a long vacation?" I said firmly.

"Hmph!"

My son snorted in dissatisfaction, "You're just taking the opportunity to mess with me!"

"Say what you will! Mom has already agreed to help you cover up your reading erotic comics and masturbating, aren't you
satisfied? If that's the case, you can call your dad later and ask him if my handling of this matter
is right or wrong!" I threatened with a smile.

My son understood the joking tone in my words and could only make a face and say helplessly, "Whatever!
Who told to give me something to hold over me?"

A small storm was thus easily resolved by me.

After dinner, watching my son reluctantly return to his room to study English, I couldn't help but
feel a little smug about my calm handling of the situation.

After moving a whole box of comic books from his room, I couldn't help but worry.
Where to put all these books? To prevent him from peeking, I had deliberately cleared out half a wardrobe, intending to lock them all
inside .

With everything tidied up, I casually opened a rather revealing erotic comic book and flipped through it,
wanting to see what content could make my son so shameless as to masturbate alone in his room during the day.

The book was called "Shameful Mother," and the Japanese-style art was quite beautiful. It depicted a teenage son
lusting after his beautiful mother, setting traps step by step until she became his sexual captive.

Although it was just a casual flip, once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. After a while, I went from
casually browsing in front of the wardrobe to lying down on the bed and reading carefully. When I saw the middle school boy in the comic
, his bald, hairless penis repeatedly fucking his mother, who was about my age and equally dignified and beautiful,
I couldn't help but feel aroused. No wonder my son was so engrossed! This is a beautifully incestuous
comic. The erotic content made even a mature woman like me lose control; how can I blame my naive
son!

After finishing the comic, my underwear was soaked. I flipped back to the scene where the mother was raped by her son for the first time
. Looking at the mother, her face shyly turned to one side, her legs wide open, letting her son's penis ...i=73> She rapidly thrust in and out of her own beautiful vagina, letting out a loud "Ah!" A twisted sexual desire, difficult to suppress, arose within her.

I lifted my skirt, slipped my hand inside my panties, and began to stroke my clitoris. In my mind, I fantasized that
I was the one lying on the bed, shyly being fucked, and that my handsome son, the kind often
seen He was now grinning wickedly
, thrusting his little penis into my wet, beautiful vagina, softly calling out, "Mommy! Mommy!"

The climax of masturbation made me lose my senses. I couldn't help but respond, "Son...son...!"
In a hazy state, the handsome boy from the manga, who was on top of me and having sex with me, had actually become my son! I was shocked
and tried to push him away, but then I realized I had already climaxed and released my vaginal fluid.

The night was already deep. I sat up dejectedly in bed, facing the darkness alone.
Beside me lay the book, "Shameful Mother," its pages sticky with vaginal fluid.

In the following days, my son seemed to have really become much more obedient; those dirty things really didn't
happen again. Every day when I get home, he's either reviewing math or English, occasionally watching TV, but
only sports or news programs, which makes me quite happy.

On the other hand, I'm secretly reading my son's erotic comics every day. And whenever I get really into a particular story, I
masturbate .

I can't help it; I'm already incredibly lonely when my husband isn't home. And my son's comics are full of such erotic and alluring
incestuous stories, which arouse a huge longing in my heart and body. If this longing isn't properly
released, I don't know what the consequences will be!

But anyway, at least on the surface, things are peaceful at home lately, mother and son are loving and filial, and life is going relatively
well.

Another weekend is here.

The bank is organizing a spring outing for its employees, a two-day trip to a scenic spot in the suburbs. One family member can bring. I signed up for myself and my son
without hesitation .

My son has been locking himself in his room studying diligently lately, and his health is recovering well, but
he lacks outdoor exercise. I was worried he'd get too cooped up at home, so this was a good opportunity to take him out for a walk
and some fresh air. He was very happy to hear about it.

That noon, amidst the green hills and clear waters, I had a picnic with my son and a few close friends.

Most of us had brought our children. The bank was already mostly women, and with
a group of children, it was bound to be noisy and chaotic.

Yangyang sat on the ground, looking rather reserved next to me. I, on the other hand, adopted my usual relaxed demeanor at the bank, chatting and joking with
Wenwen and Xiaoli while helping them open various canned foods.

"Sister Yan! Among all our colleagues, your son is the oldest, right? He's much taller than you! Little guy
! What's your name?" Xiao Ying, sitting opposite me,
asked with interest, looking at my son who seemed a bit lost beside me

. "No, not at all! Old Sun, Old Chen, Sister Xu, their sons are all in college, and Manager Zheng's
daughter is getting married next month. My Yangyang is only in high school, he's still quite young compared to them! Yangyang, this
is your Aunt Xu." I continued to introduce my son while continuing to work.

Xiao Ying was a newly transferred employee. In the past two years, my son's studies have become increasingly demanding, and he rarely comes to the bank to see me, so
the new colleagues didn't recognize him.

They whispered and giggled, glancing at Yangyang. Yangyang was a shy child, and
being stared at by these middle-aged women with such ambiguous gazes made him even more uncomfortable, his face turning red and white in turns.

"What are you doing?"

After much effort, I finally opened a can of sardines, placed it on the tablecloth laid out on the floor in front of me,
and asked Xiaoying and the others with a smile, "Why are you all looking at my son with such a sly grin! What's your scheme?"

"Hehe."

Xiaoying, Wenwen, and Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh out loud, making my son and me laugh inexplicably.

"Sister Yan! We were just saying your son is really handsome!" Wenwen said with a grin.

"Pshaw! Of course! What's so funny about that?" I asked

. "The more we look at you two, the less you look like mother and son," Xiaoli interjected.

"Nonsense! How do we not look like mother and son!" I said, slightly annoyed.

"You didn't understand. We meant that you and Yang Yang don't look like mother and son at all, but more like siblings. He looks
so much like you," Xiaoying said, taking a sip of her drink.

"My own son, of course he looks like me! Don't talk nonsense! What siblings? The child is sitting right here!
All this rubbish!" Although I complained, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart at my colleague's compliments.
Hearing them say that, I really didn't look old at all!

"We're not making this up. Everyone knows you used to be a famous beauty at our bank!"

Xiaoli continued to flatter me. "Look at you now, you're over 40, but standing next to your son, you still look like siblings
. What a beautiful couple!"

"You're getting more and more ridiculous! You brat!" I laughed and scolded, picking up a chicken leg as if to throw it.

"I have my reasons for saying that!"

Xiaoli smiled and raised her head unmoved. "Do you remember a few years ago, when our bank organized
a field trip, and you brought your husband and child along? Do you know what we said back then? We all
said it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. Those who knew
would think it was a father with his daughter and grandson! Now Yangyang is all grown up, and your husband is away on a business trip. If he were here
this time people would probably say it's an old man taking his two children on a field trip."

"Haha!"

The colleagues sitting around couldn't help but laugh.

"You brat! I'll tear your mouth apart!" I blushed and rushed forward, half-jokingly, to hit Xiaoli.
Although she was a good friend, I was really
embarrassed .

"Alright, alright, stop it! Everyone, let's eat. You women... when you get together ...""You're all so irresponsible! There are so many children here, watch your image!" Deputy Manager Liu, standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and smiled as he tried to calm us down. 　　What was supposed to be a pleasant meal had turned into a truly unpleasant experience for me. My son glared at me with dissatisfaction.

Xiaoli glanced at me a few times. Seeing me return to her side, she couldn't help but secretly squeeze my hand with her uninjured left hand.
I looked at my son, who was also looking at me with the same concern.

Later in the tour, my enthusiasm waned. I casually looked at the scenery, took a few photos with my son, and didn't spend much time with
Xiaoli and the others, harboring a considerable resentment towards her.

In the evening, we took a car to a local 3-star hotel for dinner.

Dinner was equally noisy, but because I was in a bad mood, I clearly didn't want to talk to my colleagues anymore. Fortunately,
my son stayed with me the whole time, and we occasionally chatted about the fun we had on the trip, so it wasn't too
stifling .

After dinner, room keys were distributed.

Colleagues without family members shared rooms, while those with family members each got a double room. Yangyang and I got
a double room with key number 603.

It was a beautifully decorated, compact little room; the bathroom was separated from the entrance by thick glass. Inside the room
was a large sofa, and further in front of it was a wide double bed. Opposite the bed, a
flat-screen . A short distance outside the bed were floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony. I went out onto the balcony and looked at the night view of the suburbs.
The lush mountain scenery was a world apart from the brightly lit city. A breeze blew in from the opposite mountains, 　　making
the air exceptionally fresh. "Yangyang, come and get some fresh air," I called to my son. 　　"I'm all sweaty. I'd better take a shower first. I've been breathing fresh air all day, but I don't feel that refreshed! Walking that long mountain path was quite tiring." My son hurriedly took off his clothes in the room, wearing only his underwear, and went to the bathroom to shower. 　　"This child!" 　　I shook my head with a smile and continued to look at the scenery outside. The beautiful night view soothed my heart, and I quickly forgot my unpleasant feelings. Thinking about it, it's no wonder Xiaoli spoke so harshly and meanly. Her husband really didn't look good enough for her, a point that had been mentioned countless times by people, both familiar and strangers. Why did I have to do this today? What should have been a nice outing turned into such an unpleasant experience. 　　Just then, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and saw Wenwen. 　　"Sister Yanzi! Are you still angry? You ignored us all the way here until dinner. Are you really taking it to heart?" Wenwen asked with a smile. 　　"You two just don't know when to stop talking. What nonsense are you spouting in front of Yang Yang?" I muttered, dissatisfied. 　　"Alright! We were wrong, okay? Good sister! We're playing mahjong, we're one short. Come and join us! " Wenwen pleaded. 　　"No way! I'm exhausted after a long day. I don't have the energy to play mahjong! You guys play." I tried to close the door. 　　"Come on! Come on! Let's play eight rounds!" Wenwen grabbed my hand and shook it back and forth, pleading sweetly. 　　"Seriously! I can't do anything with you! It's settled then, eight rounds!" I reluctantly gave in. Wenwen is the youngest and prettiest among us sisters. I've always treated her like a younger sister. Whenever she asks me for something , I just need to be cute like this, and I'll immediately give in. Maybe besides Yang Yang, I'm the one who can't handle her the most. 　　"Yang Yang!" I called towards the bathroom. 　　"What!" My son was washing his hair and didn't have time to say much. 　　"Your sister Wenwen and I are going to play a few rounds of mahjong. You can watch some TV after you're done washing up and go to bed early, understand? " I tidied up, grabbed my wallet, and headed out. 　　"Okay! Mom, come back early." My son answered from inside the bathroom through the thick frosted glass, accompanied by the sound of running water. 　　When I got to Wenwen's room, Xiaoli and Xiaoying were already waiting impatiently. Xiaoying was shaking . 　　Seeing me arrive, Xiaoli first apologized for the over-the-top jokes we'd made at lunch. After a few casual words, everyone busied themselves with playing cards. 　　I had a lucky streak that day, playing from 8 pm until nearly 1 am, winning four or five hundred yuan in just a few hours. Finally, Xiaoying couldn't take it anymore and announced we were calling it a day, and I triumphantly returned to my room. 　　Knowing it was getting late, I tiptoed in the dark, careful not to wake my son, who was already snoring in bed. 　　I placed my wallet on the bedside table and turned on the wall lamp. The two beautifully crafted lamps emitted a soft, warm yellow light, and in that light, I began to undress. 　　For the day's outing, I had specifically worn a pair of beige casual trousers; the well-fitting, lightweight fabric of the trousers clearly outlined my full hips and the contours of my underwear. As I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, I used both feet to forcefully kick my Nike sneakers off my feet. Then I plopped down on the sofa, completely pulling my pants off and setting them aside. Under the soft light, my two long, slender legs, bent over, gleamed with a white translucent sheen. 　　Today, I wasn't wearing my usual flesh-colored pantyhose, just a pair of pure white cotton socks. Taking off the socks, I rubbed my chubby little feet. After walking all day on mountain paths, my feet were a bit swollen and sore, and they emitted a slight sweaty odor from the sneakers. I couldn't help but frown and shake my head. 　　The room was very hot; my son hadn't turned on the air conditioning. I was already sweating a little from taking off my clothes . I took off my white t-shirt and hurriedly unhooked my flesh-colored bra, giving my heavy breasts some relief. As I unhooked the bra, I glanced at my son . He was facing me, breathing heavily, tugging at the back of the blanket. Even though he's my biological son, for some reason, I'm still a little worried he might suddenly wake up and see his mother half-naked. 　　The French windows in the room weren't closed, and a cool breeze, typical of the countryside in the dead of night, slipped in , caressing my sweaty body, bringing a sense of comfort to my agitated state after playing mahjong all night. I gently lifted my slightly sagging breasts and swayed them; because of my bra, they were soaked with sweat. I grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and carefully wiped them away. Looking at my full, beautiful breasts , I felt both proud and shy. 　　After resting for a while, I put on my slippers and, wearing only my underwear, went to the bathroom. I must take a good shower before bed.The moment I turned to leave, my sleeping son shifted his body, his stiff frame seeming to relax considerably.

The bathroom light came on, and the sound of a showerhead spraying water filled the air. My full, slender figure was reflected in the thick,
semi-transparent frosted glass door, bent over, one leg curled up,
gently pulling down my underwear.

From inside the room, a soft sigh escaped my lips, drowned out by the force of the showerhead
. Completely absorbed in my shower, I was oblivious to the faint sound.

After showering, I dried my hair, put on my underwear, and quietly emerged from the bathroom.

I'd been so careless today; I'd forgotten to bring a nightgown.

Standing in the dimly lit room, looking at my son still fast asleep on the bed, I gently brushed my still-
unstyled a blush crept across my face. Instinctively, I covered my bare breasts with my hands, nervously
biting my lip.

There's nothing wrong with a mother and son sharing a bed. But my son's increasingly mature appearance and handsome
face always stirred up my fantasies. Today, lying next to him without underwear again was so awkward; just thinking about it made my
heart race.

My son seemed to be sleeping soundly. I tentatively called out softly, "Yang Yang."

He didn't respond at all. He looked tired from playing today and was sleeping quite soundly. I felt a little relieved,
thinking that once I got into bed, I would wrap myself tightly in a towel
and get dressed before he woke up, and everything should be fine.

Thinking of this, I was so sleepy that I couldn't stand it anymore. I tiptoed into bed, gently lay down next to my son,
grabbed a towel, pulled it up to my chin, and covered myself completely. I yawned twice
, curled up into a ball, and drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, I don't know how much time passed, but I seemed to have a dream.

In my dream, I was sleeping in my bedroom at home. My husband lay beside me, his chin resting on his hand, gazing tenderly at me
. His eyes were filled with the unspoken, intimate understanding between husband and wife. I smiled gently in my sleep.

"You old Yang! We've been married for so long, why are you pretending to be so affectionate! You've been away on business for so long,
do you think I don't know what you've been thinking about since you came back? Come here! Kiss me!"

I muttered to myself, pulling my husband into my arms and pouting, waiting for his passionate
kiss to ease my longing. But my husband seemed hesitant, no! His expression wasn't just hesitant,
it was practically fear of me!

"Look at you, you silly thing! Why aren't you coming over?... Old Yang... Old Yang, what's wrong with you today?" I found
my husband 's fearful expression strange.

In the past, every time he came back from a business trip, he was like a beast in heat. As long as no one was home, he would impatiently
strip me naked and release his pent-up desire in a way that was almost like rape.

My husband is devoted to me. Although he often travels for work, he has never been unfaithful. So
whenever he returns and eagerly begs for intimacy, I always try my best to satisfy his needs and reciprocate his
loyalty. But this is the first time I've felt so hesitant.

I called out for a long time before a large, trembling, sweaty hand finally responded, pressing tightly
against my breasts, which were completely exposed outside the blanket because I had turned over. The hand remained still,
not .

"What's wrong with you today? Why aren't you saying a word? If you don't answer me, I'm sleepy and want to go back to sleep
!" I mumbled sleepily, with a hint of resentment.

My husband didn't answer. He just lay silently beside me, continuing to gaze tenderly at my
creamy white breasts. The hand holding my breast began to move slightly.

"Ugh! I'm ignoring you! I'm so sleepy, I'm really going to sleep!" I impatiently turned over, my back to
my husband, and drifted off into a daze. I vaguely felt that turning over didn't free me from that hand; on the contrary, his
grip on my breast tightened, and he became increasingly restless. My husband seemed to be gently
caressing my erect nipples with his fingers, making me feel pleasantly itchy.

I smiled and softly murmured, "Mmm."

I continued to drift off to sleep with my eyes closed, silently enjoying my husband's caresses of my nipples. In
my memory, my husband had never caressed me so tenderly before; his roughness
was evident in how he pinched my nipples, as if he were stubbing out a cigarette. Accustomed to his roughness, I
was greatly pleased by his sudden tenderness and began to let out soft, pleasurable moans.

Perhaps my soft moans stimulated him; he stopped caressing my nipples, grabbed my left
breast, and began to knead it wantonly.

What a wonderful dream! Even my husband's caresses felt real!

Wait! Something's not right!

Even though it was a dream, why did the feeling of someone rubbing my breasts feel so real? It didn't seem like a dream!
As I slept, I felt increasingly uneasy! Not only did my breasts feel like they were being played with by a man, but the soft
double bed was also shaking violently, as if the earth was trembling!

Was it an earthquake?

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and vaguely realized I was facing away from my son, being tightly embraced by his left arm
. At the same time, his large hand was grasping my left breast, restlessly kneading it up and down.

I forcefully shook off my son's arm.

In the dim light of the wall lamp, I suddenly sat up and turned to
look . I saw him lying on his side beside my pillow, gazing at me with a look of ecstasy.

He was only wearing a pair of shorts, rolled up between his legs, his rather unremarkable
little penis sticking out and pointing straight at me. His injured arm, in a cast, was clumsily
stroking his aroused penis up and down with his hand.

Faced with this scene I never dreamed of, I was stunned, just awakened from a erotic dream.

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