Driven by lust, I call my son "brother".

Looking at myself in the mirror, noticing the crow's feet at the corners of my eyes, I realized I was already 36. I sighed at my fading youth, and a strange sadness always washed over me. But to my surprise, I still retained traces of my younger self. My breasts, though not large, were full and firm whenever I wore a bra; my still-slender waist was the result of careful lifestyle habits; what I was most pleased with was my alluring figure—my shapely hips swayed unconsciously as I walked, creating a near-rounded shape whenever I wore a business suit, showcasing the sexiness of a mature woman; finally, what reassured me was that I hadn't lost my strong feminine libido. Whenever I chat and joke with young male teachers at school, seeing their excited expressions and attentive gestures, I feel a strong sense of self-affirmation regarding my own charm. To be honest, I enjoy flirting with gay men; it gives me immense pleasure.

My husband was a taxi driver, strong and physically robust. However, he left me in a car accident when I was 28. For the sake of my child, I didn't remarry. For eight years, I've struggled with the responsibility towards my child and a strong longing for parenthood. As a result, I've become sensitive. Even the slightest external stimulation makes me breathless and aroused; sometimes, even a passionate kiss from a TV drama can make me wet. Whenever I can't bear it anymore, I masturbate while looking at my deceased husband's photo because I resent him! But after each climax, I felt incredibly ashamed and dared not look at his photos again. I had thought about finding a sexual partner, but I always reminded myself that I was a teacher, and I was bound by my profession. So, joking around with gay men during school lunch breaks and chatting online became my source of pleasure. Gradually, I found that I liked to expose myself, which was not allowed at school, so I did it at home. My son, Xiaolin, is 19 years old and a student at my school.

Although I am a teacher, my son is not doing very well in his studies, and he is glib and slick. Perhaps I haven't educated him well, or perhaps he has been corrupted by his shady friends. But I love him because he is my biological son.

His increasingly obvious adult emphasis and the small mustache make me feel that he is starting to become a man.

I knew he already satisfied my exhibitionist desires, so at home I always wore very little; my pajamas were all deep V-neck nightgowns, some even semi-transparent, and I never wore a bra at home, just a tank top. Whenever I was in front of him, I knew he was constantly watching me, watching my cleavage that occasionally peeked out and my fair thighs beneath the hem of my skirt

. I always pretended not to notice, letting him take advantage of me, and I would even get slightly aroused to the point of producing a little vaginal lubrication. I had seen his erection several times. I was truly excited; I never imagined that a woman nearing middle age like myself could arouse a teenage boy so much!! However, I never considered having sex with my own son, because he was, after all, my son, my own flesh and blood—that would be incest! However, my indiscreet behavior sowed the seeds of what would later happen.

Because I needed teaching materials, the school provided me with a laptop for creating them.

Since I knew absolutely nothing about computers, I often learned from my son. He had a computer, which I bought for him the year he entered high school, and although he hadn't had it for long, he seemed to know everything about computers.

I not only learned how to use office software from him, but also how to surf the internet and chat online. From then on, I discovered a whole new world. Online, I was no longer a mother or a teacher; I had no burdens or pressure, and I could be very unrestrained.

So, every day after work, after dinner and chores, I couldn't wait to turn on my laptop and go online. My son signed me up for an MSN chat application, and I used it to communicate with different people, flirt with strangers, and occasionally visit pornographic websites. I saw many novel things, mostly from Japan, and learned that there were so many ways men and women could interact! However, I overlooked one thing: my son also had a computer in his room, and he was online while I was online!!

Eventually, it happened. I remember it clearly; it was a Saturday noon. I opened MSN and found a new email in my inbox. Opening it, I saw someone inviting me to chat, with only four words: "Slut, add me." Seeing this lewd invitation, I wasn't angry at all; instead, I was extremely excited and added him to my "Contacts" without hesitation, then looked at his profile. His profile picture was a flower made up of various penises—some long, some short, some thick, some thin—and it made my heart race and my genitals itch. His name was "Specialist in Sex with Sluts," and his self-introduction said "My penis is very long," and his hobbies were "incest, I like to have sex with sluts over 30," and then… The more I looked, the tighter my legs clamped together, and the bottom of my underwear clung to my perineum… I spent the whole afternoon thinking about him, restless and uneasy. Just thinking about his words and pictures made my lower body unbearably itchy, while my son, Xiaolin, maintained a half-smile. The whole afternoon passed in my anxious waiting. I finished making dinner and called out to my son's room, "Xiaolin, come out and eat!" He came out, shaking his head.

"What's wrong, son? Why are you like this?" I asked with concern.

"Ugh, I've been doing homework all afternoon, my head is spinning." "Why are you being so good today? Didn't you go out to play?" "I was worried you'd be lonely by yourself," my son said with a smile. "My son's really grown up, he knows how to care for his mom now," I said, putting food on his plate. "Mom, are you going online tonight?" he asked with a strange expression.

"Yes, why?" "Nothing, just asking, what do you do online, Mom?" "Me? What can I do? Just check what information is on the education website," I lied to him. "Did you use that chat software I set up for you?" "Yes, I did, it's great! I already have quite a few people, and this afternoon I even..." I remembered what happened that afternoon and didn't finish my sentence. My son, Xiaolin, suddenly perked up and smiled: "Someone as pretty and sexy as Mom is very attractive online." "Oh, what nonsense are you talking about? Mom is old." I was secretly pleased. "Not old at all, Mom. Look at your fair skin, your full figure, how charming you are." My son's praise startled me, and my face flushed red: "Where did you learn that from? It's indecent. I really need to teach you a lesson." Seeing that I was unhappy, my son stopped talking and ate his meal silently, but his eyes never left my body, and today his gaze was particularly intense, making me feel very uncomfortable. He finished his meal quickly and went to his room. While washing the dishes, I wondered why my son was acting so strangely today.

After cleaning everything, I sat down at the computer with anticipation. When I opened MSN, I nervously checked and saw that the man named "Specialist in Sexually Explicit Women" was online. Seeing the notification that he was online, I was extremely excited. A moment later, he sent a message: "Hi, slut." "Why are you talking like that?" I asked, feigning modesty.

"Oh, are you still angry? The chat invitation I sent you was 'Slut, add me,' if you weren't a slut, why would you add me?" "You, you're so mean!" I was speechless and could only resort to coquettishness.

"And there's something even worse, hehe, you slut, tell your brother, how old are you? Are you married?" "Who are you calling brother? I'm over thirty, how old are you?" I retorted.

"Me? I'm 20. You're so slutty, have you slept with a lot of men?" "You're only 20? You're a kid, about the same age as my son." I was a little disappointed, and at the same time, I lamented how precocious kids are these days. "

So what if I'm 20? I'm young and strong, I specialize in fucking sluts like you in your 30s, hehe, don't you have a husband?" "You, how did you know?" I was shocked. "If I had a husband, I wouldn't be so slutty, hehe." "I'm not talking to you anymore, I hate you." I was a little angry.

"No, no, I was wrong, okay? I'll show you something good." He sent me a picture of a bespectacled boy spreading the legs of a woman my age and inserting his penis into her vagina. The picture was animated, and the woman's expression was a mixture of crying and pleasure. This picture made my already wet vulva even wetter. I instinctively rubbed my vulva to relieve the itching. "How is it, hehe, pretty, right?" "What, what is this?" "It's a son fucking his mother, what do you like?" "You're so mean, sending this kind of picture." I pretended to be innocent.

"What are you pretending for? Want more? I have a lot more." "What, are there more?" My intense desire made me want to see more.

"Haha, a slut is a slut. Call me brother and I'll show you, hehe." "Oh, you're so young, please send me some more." I couldn't bring myself to call her brother, so I pleaded.

"No, I won't show you if you don't call me brother." I hesitated. Although I didn't want to call her brother, the woman's spread legs in the picture and her comfortable expression kept stimulating my sensitive genitals. Especially the age difference between us gave me a feeling of being conquered! Seeing that I didn't reply for a while, he sent another message: "On the internet, there's no distinction between young and old. Besides, we don't even know each other, so what's there to be embarrassed about? I have even better ones here, they'll make you feel amazing. Hurry up and call me brother, or I'm leaving." He had caught my weakness. "Then, brother, send them quickly," I typed, blushing.

"No, it's brother!" "Brother, send it to your sister quickly!" I was tormented by desire and began to lose all shame, but for some reason, I was so excited when I called this child "brother," and my nipples were completely swollen.

"Sigh, good girl, hehe, you're so slutty and cheap, haha." As he spoke, he sent another picture, still the same boy and the same woman, but this time it was doggy style, the boy was grabbing the woman's arms from behind and thrusting hard, and he could move. It was so stimulating to me. I fantasized that I was that woman, being ravaged by the boy from behind. Love juice kept flowing from my uterus, and my whole vulva felt like tiny insects were crawling on it. As long as I moved my buttocks slightly, thin streams of lustful fluid would flow out. I could only get a brief satisfaction by clenching my thighs and rubbing them up and down.

"Hey slut, is your pussy getting wet?" "Yeah, send it again," I actually answered her question.

"Hey slut, is your panties soaked too?" "Mind your own business, send it already!" The more lewd his words were, the more impatient I became.

He didn't answer, but I knew he was waiting for my reply. I didn't expect a 20-year-old boy to be so experienced.

I had no choice but to answer him again: "Yeah, it's soaked, it's so uncomfortable, just send it already." "Hahaha, yes, be good, I'll satisfy you." As he spoke, another picture came over, a picture of the woman riding on top of the boy, twisting her waist.

"Anything else, something more stimulating?" I typed quickly.

"Haha, you're so horny, I have plenty, but you have to tell me if your pussy is loose?" "Why do you keep asking such filthy questions?" Actually, I'm not averse to these topics. "Tell me quickly." "Not loose, because it's been a long time..." "So what do you usually do when you're horny?" "I take care of myself, hurry up and be horny." "How about I fuck you?" "You, haha, are you fully developed?" "I can do both of you." Then another picture was sent, this time a picture of an erect penis, not very clear, but still legible. The penis wasn't very long, but it was exceptionally thick, especially the glans, which looked like a huge, hard walnut.

"Wow, so big!" "Haha, scared now? That's mine. How about it, can it satisfy you?" "I don't believe you lying. How old are you anyway?" I didn't believe him at all.

"Damn, I took that picture myself. Why do you believe me now?" He got serious.

"Since you can take pictures, well, then make a V sign next to your thing and let me see, hehe." I thought I could definitely see through him.

He didn't say anything, but after a while, he sent another picture. There really was a V sign next to his penis. I didn't know what to say for a moment. "How about it? Hehe, you can't deny it." "Then how come yours is so big, like an adult's." "Do you like it? How about we do it? I love fucking sluts like you." "No, you're so small, like my son." "What's wrong with son and mother? That's exciting." "You're so vulgar, how can you say that?" "Hmph, stop pretending, what era are we living in? To be honest, do you really want it right now?" "Yeah, that's why I asked you to send pictures, hurry up and send them, I'm really uncomfortable." I begged him again.

"How do you usually do it yourself?" "What do you mean, how? I just use my hands." "Do you insert it inside?" "No, I think it's dirty. I just rub it on the outside." "Then wash it. You're not satisfied like that. Let me tell you, put your fingers inside your vagina, find a protruding spot inside, and dig hard there. Use your other hand to pinch your clitoris. I guarantee you'll pee your pants from pleasure, hehe." "That's...that's so unhygienic." I was tempted by what he said and started rubbing my vulva through my underwear.

"What are you afraid of? Just like that." As he spoke, another picture was sent. It was a moving picture, two fingers inserted into a vagina, and then, like urinating, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. I really didn't know that women could ejaculate like that!!! I felt as if something had struck my chest, my nipples were swollen and sore, and the bottom of my underwear was completely stuck to my vulva, where I could feel the salty, wet discharge when I touched it. I looked back at the closed door and listened to the sounds from my son's room. After confirming that he hadn't moved, I put my feet on the desk, lifted my skirt, pulled my red underwear up to my knees, and rubbed my vulva with my right middle and index fingers. My left hand reached inside my vest and squeezed and pinched my breasts.

"Say something, what's wrong?" "Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked several times, but I didn't answer. Finally, I just typed one word: "Send." As if he knew I was masturbating, he didn't say anything this time, but just sent me pictures one by one. All sorts of lewd pictures appeared on my computer screen. Some were students raping their teachers on their desks; some were old men tying up and whipping women; some were boys ejaculating on the faces of middle-aged women... These pictures stimulated my uterus, and large amounts of vaginal fluid overflowed. It felt like there were many, many tiny insects crawling and biting inside my vagina, but no matter how much I rubbed my vulva, I couldn't reach a deeper level of pleasure. I tried gently parting my labia majora and digging at the entrance with my middle finger. I also released my breast with my left hand and gently pinched my clitoris with my fingernail. I suddenly felt a long-lost pleasure. My fingers felt electrified; with each stroke, my whole body trembled as if receiving an electric shock. The pleasure surged from my genitals to my uterus, my thighs went numb, and my vaginal fluids flowed more and more. I moaned softly, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...mmm...ah."

Perhaps I was too hasty, and I forgot something, something I regretted countless times afterward! I had only closed the door, but I hadn't locked it!! Just as I was about to push my fingers deeper, the door opened! My son, Xiaolin, stood in the doorway! I was stunned, followed by utter shame! Look at my posture at the time – thighs wide open, legs on the desk, red panties wrapped lewdly around my knees, my left breast exposed outside my vest, and most shamefully, half of my fingers were still inside my wet vagina! I still remember how hot my cheeks were. My son, Xiaolin, didn't seem surprised at all; for a moment, I even saw him smile.

"Son…you…you…" Before I could finish speaking, he came over, grabbed my swivel chair, and pulled me from the desk to him. I didn't react at all. Without a word, he used both hands to pull my legs apart from under my knees, so forcefully that my buttocks were lifted off the swivel chair. He stared intently at my genitals, and only then did I realize that my own son was eyeing my vulva so lewdly! I immediately covered my genitals with both hands and yelled, "Xiao Lin, what are you doing?! Let go!" I screamed and twisted my hips, trying to break free from his grasp. But he wouldn't let go, leering as he said:

"Mom, your son has wanted to fuck you for a long time. Take your hands off me, and I'll make you feel good, hehe." I was shocked by his words! I never expected that he would be so fearless in the face of his own mother's resistance, and even say the word "fuck"! I felt that he was no longer the obedient son Xiaolin who always listened to me.

"Let go! Did you hear me, you beast!!" When he realized that he couldn't get what he wanted, he let go of my legs and grabbed my hands, pulling them behind the chair back. I struggled and kicked my legs, but it was no use. He picked up my phone charger that was on the bed and used its cord to tie my hands tightly together behind the chair back.

"Hehe, how's it going, Mom? Still struggling?" "You're a beast! I've raised you for nothing all these years!!" I yelled.

He didn't say anything, took a pillow from the bed and put it under my butt, then grabbed the red underwear I had wrapped around my knees and pulled it down my calves. He unfolded the underwear and carefully examined my genitals.

My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and I cried out, "No...don't look!" "Wow! Mom wasn't lying after all, her panties really are soaking wet!" He brought the panties close to his nose, "Mom's panties smell so good and are so sexy, so nice!" "You, just now it was you..." "Yeah, I never thought Mom was such a sexy woman, it's rare, hehe." I understood everything. The boy who had been flirting with me online was actually my own son!

I didn't even have the courage to speak up.

"Now let me see Mom's cunt," he said, pulling my thighs apart as he had done before. Without the restraint of underwear, he spread my thighs as wide as possible, and my genitals, sticky with vaginal fluid, were completely exposed to my own son.

"Xiaolin, Mom begs you, please stop. I'm your biological mother, please, Xiaolin." He looked up at me with his eyes half-closed and said, "You can flirt with those young male teachers at work, but can't you satisfy your own son? Do you know what people call you when you walk through the crowd swaying that slutty ass? They call you 'slutty ass.' To keep you from being a slut outside, I'll satisfy you now. This is called keeping the good stuff in the family, hehe." My son's words made me feel ashamed. I never thought that outside, I was already seen as a promiscuous woman, but it wasn't my fault.

"Hmm, Mom, you really are a slut, hehe, your labia majora are so dark, it must be the result of frequent masturbation." My son carefully observed my genitals while making his comments with great relish.

"No, I can't look, please, I beg you, Xiaolin, don't look!" I turned my face away in embarrassment.

However, I actually got great pleasure from my own son's lewdness. The more vulgar his words were, the more excited I became. I felt my clitoris swell and ache, and a trickle of vaginal fluid flowed out. My entire genitals involuntarily contracted inwards, and even my toes unconsciously clenched and opened. "Mom, are you excited now? Look," she said, releasing one of my legs and wiping her middle finger on my open vulva before holding it up to my face. "Mom, look, your juices are all stuck to my finger." I turned my head and glanced at it; a large drop of sticky juices enveloped my son's fingertip. I was too ashamed to look any longer, but my son put his finger in his mouth and licked it repeatedly. "Hehe, Mom's juices smell so good, I have to eat more of them." "No, they're dirty..." "Today I'm going to play with you thoroughly. I won't miss a single spot on your body, I'll make you feel incredibly horny." With that, my son, Xiaolin, straightened my left leg and started licking it from my toes.

"Ah, no, Xiaolin, that's dirty, you can't do that, please!" He completely ignored my cries, first sucking on each of my toes one by one, the warm, slippery sensation spreading from my toes upwards, followed by my soles.

"Ah, it itches..." "It's okay, Mom, you'll feel better soon." His tongue traveled down my calves to my knees, the warm current growing stronger. I longed for my son to continue approaching my genitals, but he stopped at my knees and started on the other leg. After licking both calves, he glanced at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and I was too ashamed to look at him. He, however, smiled contentedly, bringing my legs together and pushing them up, exposing the back of my thighs and my entire buttocks.

"Oh dear, what are you doing, Xiaolin? Quick, let go of Mommy! This is so embarrassing!" I pleaded with him softly, feeling incredibly ashamed of my position.

"Hmph, Mommy, you're my toy today. I can play with you however I want. I'm going to cover you in my saliva, hehe." As he spoke, he started rubbing my knees and then down between my legs with his tongue and lips. Sometimes he licked with his saliva-covered tongue, sometimes he sucked with his lips. The areas he licked first sent waves of tingling sensations through my genitals, followed by the cool sensation of evaporating saliva—it felt so good.

Each time, he would only lick up to the base of my thighs before turning back upwards. After several repetitions, beads of sweat appeared on my nose, and I began to moan softly. Although it felt good, it wasn't quite satisfying. The intense desire was suppressed in my chest, unable to be fully satisfied. I knew it was because my sensitive cunt wasn't being tended. I pleaded in my heart again and again: "Son, hurry, hurry and play with Mommy's cunt!!" But he seemed to be teasing me, bypassing my vulva, which was protruding high due to my tightly clenched legs, and sliding his tongue along my labia majora towards my buttocks, reaching my anus. "Mommy's anus is so small, so cute, let me taste it." He first pressed his tongue against my anus, as if trying to penetrate it, and then licked it clean inside and out. It was the first time a man had licked my anus. Although I had seen foreigners doing anal sex online, I never imagined that being licked in the anus would feel so good.

"Ah...ah...mmm...mmm..." Hearing my moans, my son looked up, laughed, and said, "How was it, Mommy? Was it good? Hehe, do you want me to lick it again?" "Yes, I do..." "Where do you want me to lick you?" "Ah...upwards..." My son knew where I wanted him to lick, but he pretended not to understand and asked me, "Say it clearly, Mom, where is 'upwards'?" "Son, please, don't force me, just lick it, okay?" "No, Mom has to say it." Seeing that I couldn't argue with him, I could only whisper, "Yin..." "Hehe, Mom, if you want to feel good, you have to be a little more horny. Weren't you very horny online just now?" He said, slapping my butt as he spoke, "Say it clearly, Mom." Although I was shy, the thought that my son knew all my wanton behavior made me realize that no matter how much I hid it, he would know I was a slutty woman. So I whispered, "Lick Mommy's genitals." Hearing this, my son became even more excited, and the tent in his shorts bulged even higher. "Hehe, Mommy, your sluttyness can't even compare to the actresses in porn movies. I'll satisfy you, hahaha, but you have to answer a few questions for me. What is this?" He said, while gently patting my genitals with his palm.

"It's genitals." "No." He persisted.

"This is Mommy's genitals," I answered, blushing.

"No, be more slutty." I knew he wanted me to say that word. Actually, I usually like that vulgar word; it excites me for no reason. I never thought I'd be the one to say it today. I think my expression must have been very lewd.

"Yes, um..." "What is it? Tell me, Mom." "Yes, it's Mom's, it's Mom's pussy." "Haha, that's right, Mom. And what is this?" He tugged at my pubic hair.

"This is Mom's pubic hair." "Then, what is this?" He pressed his middle finger against my anus. "That's Mommy's asshole." "Haha, Mommy, you're so sexy and obedient. Your son will reward you properly. I'll make sure you're dripping wet, hehe." I suddenly felt some release from the suppressed desire in my chest. During the question and answer with my son, the love fluid that had been slowly seeping out of my vagina broke through my vulva and gushed out in large gushes. Just then, my son lifted my legs onto his shoulders, buried his head between my thighs, and began to lick my vulva. He didn't just lick and touch randomly; instead, he first kissed my labia majora with his moist lips, while simultaneously tracing my labia minora with his tongue. This warm sensation on my vulva felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure through my vaginal walls to my uterus. I could clearly feel warm currents flowing from my uterus through my vagina. Gradually, my perineum became wet, followed by my anus.

As the warm current flowed through my body, I let out wanton moans: "Ah... ah ah... mmm... ah ah ah ah... so good... ah ah ah... good son... ah ah ah... more... ah ah ah... Mommy feels so good... ah ah... ah ah, so good..." Hearing me moan, my son worked even harder. He began to slowly cover my vulva with his tongue, starting from my perineum. When he reached my clitoris, he would flick it twice with the tip of his tongue before starting again. Every time he flicked my clitoris, I would unconsciously flinch back first, and then meet his tongue with my own.

"Ah...good son...ah...Mom...ah...play with my clitoris...play with me...Mom begs you...uh...yes...yes..." Hearing my request, he used his two thumbs to forcefully spread apart the tender flesh surrounding my clitoris, exposing it completely.

"Mom, look at me, see how your son plays with your clitoris." I slightly opened my eyes and looked down at my own son playing with my clitoris. His tongue moved up and down rapidly on my clitoris, and I thrust my hips in rhythm with his licking. When he sucked on my entire clitoris, I desperately lifted my hips and twisted, trying to get my vulva as close to his lips as possible, tilting my head back and thrusting my chest upward.

"Ah...ahhh...ahhh...amazing...son is amazing!! Ahhhhh...so amazing...ahhhh...tongue, ahhh, so amazing...ahhhh...Mommy...so good...ahhhhh..." Under my son's licking, I felt my pubic hair stand on end, my inner thighs were both sore and numb, and I desperately clenched them together. Just as I was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling, I saw my son quickly pull out his extremely swollen penis from his underwear, exactly the same as the one I saw in the photo. He skillfully pulled back the foreskin, revealing the bright red glans inside. "Ah...son...no!" I cried out in desperation.

Before I could finish speaking, with a "plop," I felt my entire vagina being completely stretched open, my cervix blocked tightly by a warm, hard glans!

"Good son, ah, Mom begs you, take it out! I am your biological mother, this is incest! Please, please?" I cried and begged him.

"Hmph, you wiggle your big ass all day and wear so little, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, now I regret it, hmph, too late." Then, he grabbed my ankles with both hands, roughly pulled them apart, and thrust his hips like rowing, saying as he did so, "You're so horny, and your pussy is so tight, I'll make you tight, I'll make you tight." Although there was a lot of lustful fluid in my pussy, and my son's penis could go in and out freely, I really hadn't had sex in so long. I felt like my whole lower body was filled with my son's penis, and he came so suddenly and violently, making me feel both pleasure and pain, and I couldn't take it. My vagina also made a "squeak squeak squeak" sound from the intense friction.

"Son, ahh...slower...slower...Mommy can't take it...ahh...my pussy is going to break...ahhh..." Hearing my tearful moans, he didn't slow down but instead used even more force. Because my vaginal canal was short, each time he thrust all the way in, part of his penis was still outside. He seemed to want to completely shove his penis into my wet hole. Every time, he would stick his butt out and then thrust straight up, each time, the head of his penis would slam hard against my cervix. I was really worried that it would break. The pleasure from this impact was overwhelming. Before the pleasure of one wave had even subsided, another surged forth. After five or six thrusts, my pain completely vanished, leaving only an electric shock-like ecstasy: "Ah...ah son...ahhh...you're so cruel...ahhh...so cruel...ahhhh...Mommy's hole...ahhhh...my hole can't take it anymore...ahhhhh..." "Although my son repeatedly pulled my legs apart, I still unconsciously clenched my genitals. My breasts swayed back and forth from the vibrations. 'Ah...ah...ah...son...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...it feels so good...ah...Mommy feels so good...ah...Mommy...I'm going to die...' 'Louder, you slut, moan louder, you slut, fuck you, fuck you...!' Hearing my loud moans, my son became even more excited, cursing incessantly. Because I was being penetrated by my own son, and my hands were tied, I felt extremely ashamed. But the more ashamed I felt, the more excited I became, and I continued to moan lewdly." Unable to grasp anything with my hands, I could only release my pent-up pleasure by shaking my head frantically

. "It's coming... ahhh son... ahhh mom's having a blast, mom's going to blast you...

ahh

...

My son glared at me angrily and said, "Mom, how come you ejaculated so quickly?" "Son, you...you're amazing," I said softly, looking down. "Really? Let's continue, Mom." My son became happy upon hearing my praise and said with a smile, "Mom, let's change positions. If you promise not to resist, I'll let you go." "Hmm, Mom, I've already...I've already given myself to you, what's there to resist?" "Okay, I'll untie you." Saying this, he came over and untied the wires from my hands.

"Xiaolin, don't call me Mom anymore, it'll embarrass me. Call me...call me sister instead." Seeing that my incestuous relationship with my son was a reality, I wanted to lessen my guilt.

"No! I'll call you Mom, I like fucking Mom, and Mom will call me brother, hehe." He pulled me up from the swivel chair, his hands pinching my buttocks from behind, his hard penis pressing against my lower abdomen.

"How can I do that? It's so embarrassing! How can a mother call her own son brother? You want to embarrass your mother to death?" I said with a blushing, seductive smile. "Why not? Didn't you just call him that online? Be a good mother, call him that, and your son will make you feel good." As he spoke, my son gently patted my buttocks.

"Mmm, brother, brother, oh, so embarrassing!" I thought my son was right, so I called out.

"No, you have to add my name." "Brother Lin" said, and I covered my face with my hands, but my wetness betrayed me and became wet again.

"Sexy Mom, you're so good, hahaha," my son said, and then brought his lips close to mine. I hooked my arms around his neck, letting him put his tongue into my mouth. He licked all over my teeth with his tongue, and then teased my tongue. I didn't give in either, and my tongue met his. Our tongues intertwined, and he kept sending saliva into my mouth. While he was kissing me, his hands were also restless, pinching and kneading my buttocks, sometimes spreading them apart, sometimes squeezing them in the middle. And his hard penis was rubbing against my lower abdomen. With his teasing, it was impossible for my wetness not to be. His tongue savored the taste of my mouth before wandering out to tease my lips, and I retaliated by sticking my tongue out. They intertwined again outside our mouths, completely breaking the bond between mother and son. When they separated, saliva was still stuck together, then suddenly bounced to both sides, splashing onto the corners of our mouths, and we both smiled knowingly.

"Mommy, are you comfortable?" "Mmm, so comfortable." "Mommy, can you say some dirty words? Hearing you say them makes me very excited. Can you relax a little?" "Okay, brother, what do you want me to say?" I shyly started to coo.

"Mommy, what's this?" my son asked, shaking his limp penis with a laugh.

"That's... your brother's treasure," I replied, gently patting the glans.

"No, wait." "Oh, it's... your... your... cock, hee hee." "Haha, Mommy, you're so good." "Hehe, it's because your brother taught you well." I no longer considered the boy in front of me my son.

Unexpectedly, my lewd words worked like Viagra; my son's penis hardened again. "You naughty thing, you're hard again. I'll spank you, hee hee, I'll spank you." I chuckled, patting my son's penis.

"Mom, you can't hit me like that! If you hurt me, who will fuck your little cunt? Hehe." My son pulled me into his arms, his hand gripping his penis and rubbing it against my genitals.

"Brother, stop! Let's do it again," I pleaded.

"Okay, Mom, but you have to strike a really sexy pose before I keep fucking you. Let's see if you can seduce men, hehe." "Hmph, what's so hard about that? You wait and see." With that, I lay down on the bed, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them wide open, revealing my vulva. I looked at my son with seductive eyes. My son, however, was masturbating, laughing and shaking his head. I pouted, then lay back, squeezing my breasts with my arms, and raised my upper leg upwards. My son just laughed and shook his head. I sat up, forcing a smile, hands on my hips. After thinking for a moment, I knelt on the bed with my back to my son, leaning forward, raising my buttocks high and swaying them slightly, then smiled back at him. He was satisfied now, his large penis erect, and came up from behind, licking my buttocks with his tongue.

"Mom, no wonder everyone says your ass is the sexiest, it really is! Big, round, and so fleshy, it's just meant for men to fuck, hahaha!" "Oh, brother, you're so naughty, come on, I want it!" "Mom, are you ready? My big cock is about to fire!" My son pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my hole, patting my backside as he spoke. "Okay, okay, hurry up and fire, hurry up!" I impatiently twisted my buttocks, actively trying to take my son's penis in. With a "squeak...squeak," my son's penis was completely swallowed by my cunt. That feeling of fullness returned, the only difference being that this time only pleasure remained. His large glans pressed against the entrance of my uterus, like a sword piercing my stomach. That exhilarating feeling is something no woman can truly understand.

"Ah!" I cried out, and my son panted heavily. But he didn't rush to thrust; instead, he rubbed his penis against my clitoris, and slowly, my love juices flowed out. I responded to him, twisting my hips rhythmically. The friction between his penis and my vagina caused our cries to rise and fall, filling the room with a sensual atmosphere. Suddenly, he thrust harder, pounding into me wildly.

"Ah... harder... ah ah ah... yes... ah um um... good brother ah ah... faster, brother, brother... brother... ah ah ah... fuck... fuck ah ah... ah ah... Mommy likes... ah ah ah likes..." "Fuck! Fuck! Ah... fuck your slutty mother to death... fuck you to death... fuck you to death... ah ah... so tight" My son's shouts excited me. In rhythm with him, with each thrust, I sat back and squeezed my vagina tightly. The "squeak squeak squeak squeak" sound of vaginal fluid rubbing between my vagina and penis, and the dull sound of the glans hitting my clitoris drove me crazy.

"Ah, ah, you're squeezing me to death, you slut, you slutty ass, hit, hit!" My son's penis, gripped tightly by my wet pussy, made him slap my ass with his palm. The thought of my own son hitting my ass filled my mind with a perverted yet exciting feeling: "Ah ah ah... good hit ah ...

"Ahhhhh, Mom, I, ahhh, I'm coming!!" The pleasure in my vagina suddenly disappeared, followed by a burning sensation on my buttocks. I knew that my son's semen had all shot onto my upturned buttocks. Immediately, a feeling of disappointment came because I hadn't reached orgasm yet. But before I could think any further, my son flipped me over. His fingers quickly inserted into my vagina, scratching hard with his nails on the protruding part of my vaginal wall. That protrusion was like a tap. After only a few scratches, my pleasure reached its peak, and my urethra began to tighten. "Brother, no, son, stop it! Stop it! Mom needs to pee!" "Mom, that's not peeing, don't be afraid, don't hold it in." "No, ahhh, really, Mom can't hold it in anymore... stop it... ahhh!" Hearing my words, my son not only didn't stop, but also used his other hand to squeeze my clitoris. After only 3 or 4 times, I couldn't hold on any longer. My urethra loosened, and a large amount of milky white liquid gushed out of my vagina, spraying far away. I felt so good that my bones felt like they were falling apart. I looked at my son in surprise, and he smiled as he showed me his right hand, which was covered in my juices…

Looking at myself in the mirror, seeing the crow's feet at the corners of my eyes, I realized that I was already 36 years old. I sighed that I was no longer young, and at times like this, I felt a strange sadness. But to my surprise, I still retained some traces of my youth. My breasts, though not large, are full and always firm when I wear a bra; my still slender waist is the result of careful attention to my daily habits; what I'm most satisfied with is my alluring shape—my full hips sway unconsciously when I walk, and when I wear a business suit, they bulge out in a near-round shape, showcasing the sexiness of a mature woman; finally, what reassures me is that I haven't lost my strong female libido. Whenever I chat and joke with young male teachers at school, seeing their excited expressions and attentive gestures, I feel a great sense of self-affirmation regarding my charm. To be honest, I enjoy flirting with gay men; it gives me immense pleasure.

My husband is a taxi driver; he's strong and physically robust. But he left me in a car accident when I was 28. For the sake of my child, I didn't remarry. For eight years, I've been struggling between responsibility for my child and a strong longing for a relationship. As a result, I've become sensitive. Even the slightest external stimulation makes me breathless and aroused. Sometimes, even a passionate kiss between the male and female leads in a TV drama can make me wet. Whenever I can't bear it anymore, I masturbate in front of my deceased husband's photo because I resent him! But after each orgasm, I feel incredibly ashamed and dare not look at his photo again. I've thought about finding a sexual partner, but I always remind myself that I'm a teacher, bound by my profession. So, joking around with male friends during school lunch breaks and chatting online become my sources of pleasure. Gradually, I discovered I enjoyed exposing myself. Since I couldn't do that at school, I did it at home. My son, Xiaolin, is 19 years old and a student at my school.

Although I'm a teacher, my son isn't a very good student, and he's quite glib. Perhaps I haven't raised him well, or perhaps he's picked up bad habits from his shady friends. But I love him because he's my biological son.

His increasingly obvious adult physique and the little mustache he's growing make me feel like he's starting to become a man.

I know he's already satisfied my exhibitionist desires, so at home, I always wear very little. My pajamas are all deep V-neck nightgowns, some even semi-transparent, and I never wear a bra at home, just a tank top. Whenever I was in front of him, I knew he was constantly watching me, staring at the glimpses of my cleavage and the pale thighs beneath my skirt. I always pretended not to notice, letting him take advantage of me, and I would even become slightly aroused to the point of producing a little vaginal lubrication.

I had seen his erection several times. I was truly excited; I never imagined that a woman nearing middle age could arouse a teenage boy so much! However, I never considered having sex with my own son, because he was, after all, my son, my own flesh and blood—that would be incest! But my indiscreet behavior sowed the seeds for what would happen later.

Because I needed teaching materials, the school provided me with a laptop to create them.

Because I know absolutely nothing about computers, I often learn from my son. He has a computer, which I bought for him the year he got into high school. Although he hasn't had it for long, he seems to know everything about computers.

I not only learned how to use office software from him, but also how to surf the internet and chat online. From then on, I discovered a whole new world. Online, I was no longer a mother or a teacher; I had no burdens or pressure, and I could be very carefree.

So, every day after work, after dinner and chores, I couldn't wait to turn on my laptop and go online. My son registered me for an MSN chat application, and I used it to communicate with different people, flirt with strangers, and occasionally log onto some pornographic websites. I saw many novel things, mostly from Japan, and learned that there are so many ways men and women can engage in sexual activity! However, I overlooked one thing: my son also has a computer in his room, and he's online when I'm online!

It finally happened. I remember it clearly; it was a Saturday noon. I opened MSN and found a new email in my inbox. Opening it, I saw someone inviting me to chat. The email only had four words: "Slut, add me." Seeing this lewd invitation, I wasn't angry at all; instead, I was incredibly excited. Without hesitation, I added him to my "Contacts" and then looked at his profile. His profile picture was a flower made up of various penises—some long, some short, some thick, some thin—and it made my heart race and my private parts itch. Then I looked at his name, "Specialist in Sexually Explicit," and his self-introduction said, "I have a long penis," and his hobbies were "incest, I like to have sex with women over 30." Then... the more I read, the tighter my legs clamped together, and the bottom of my underwear pressed against my perineum... I spent the whole afternoon thinking about this person, restless and uneasy. Just thinking about his words and pictures made my lower body unbearably itchy, while my son, Xiaolin, maintained a half-smile. The whole afternoon passed in my anxious waiting. I finished making dinner and called to my son's room, "Xiaolin, come out and eat!" He came out, shaking his head.

"What's wrong, son? Why are you like this?" I asked with concern.

"Ugh, I've been doing homework all afternoon, my head is spinning!" "Why are you being so good today? Didn't you go out to play?" "I was worried you'd be lonely by yourself," my son said with a smile. "My son's really grown up, he knows how to care for his mom now," I said, putting food on his plate. "Mom, are you going online tonight?" he asked with a strange expression. "

Yes, why?" "Nothing, just asking, what do you do online, Mom?" "What can I do? Just check what information is on the education network," I lied to him. "Did you use that chat software I set up for you?" "Yes, yes, it's great, there are already quite a few people, this afternoon even..." I remembered what happened that afternoon and didn't finish my sentence. My son, Xiaolin, suddenly perked up, a smile spreading across his face. "Someone as pretty and sexy as Mom is very attractive online." "Oh, what nonsense are you talking about? Mom's old." I was secretly pleased. "Not at all, Mom! Look at your fair skin, your full figure, so charming!" My son's praise startled me, my face flushing red. "Where did you learn that from? It's indecent. I really need to teach you a lesson." Seeing my displeasure, my son fell silent, eating his meal quietly, but his eyes never left me, and today his gaze was unusually intense, making me feel very uncomfortable. He quickly finished his meal and went to his room. As I washed the dishes, I wondered: Why is my son acting so strangely today?

I tidied everything up and sat down at the computer with anticipation. When I opened MSN, I nervously checked and saw that the guy named "Fucks Sluts" was online. I was extremely excited after seeing the notification that he was online. A moment later, he sent a message: "Hi, slut." "Why are you talking like that?" I asked, feigning indifference.

"Oh, are you still angry? The chat invitation I sent you was 'Slut, add me.' If you're not a slut, why would you add me?" "You, how can you be so mean?" I was speechless and could only resort to coquettishness.

"And there's something even worse, hehe, you slut, tell your brother, how old are you? Are you married?" "Who are you calling brother? I'm over thirty, how old are you?" I retorted.

"Me? I'm 20. You're so slutty, have you slept with a lot of men?" "You're only 20? You're a kid, about the same age as my son." I was a little disappointed, and at the same time, I lamented how precocious kids are these days. "

So what if I'm 20? I'm young and strong, I specialize in fucking sluts like you in your 30s, hehe, don't you have a husband?" "You, how did you know?" I was shocked. "If I had a husband, I wouldn't be so slutty, hehe." "I'm not talking to you anymore, I hate you." I was a little angry.

"No, no, I was wrong, okay? I'll show you something good." He sent me a picture of a bespectacled boy spreading the legs of a woman my age and inserting his penis into her vagina. The picture was animated, and the woman's expression was a mixture of crying and pleasure. This picture made my already wet vulva even wetter. I instinctively rubbed my vulva to relieve the itching. "How is it, hehe, pretty, right?" "What, what is this?" "It's a son fucking his mother, what do you like?" "You're so mean, sending this kind of picture." I pretended to be innocent.

"What are you pretending for? Want more? I have a lot more." "What, are there more?" My intense desire made me want to see more.

"Haha, a slut is a slut. Call me brother and I'll show you, hehe." "Oh, you're so young, please send me some more." I couldn't bring myself to call her brother, so I pleaded.

"No, I won't show you if you don't call me brother." I hesitated. Although I didn't want to call her brother, the woman's spread legs in the picture and her comfortable expression kept stimulating my sensitive genitals. Especially the age difference between us gave me a feeling of being conquered! Seeing that I didn't reply for a while, he sent another message: "On the internet, there's no distinction between young and old. Besides, we don't even know each other, so what's there to be embarrassed about? I have even better ones here, they'll make you feel amazing. Hurry up and call me brother, or I'm leaving." He had caught my weakness. "Then, brother, send them quickly," I typed, blushing.

"No, it's brother!" "Brother, send it to your sister quickly!" I was tormented by desire and began to lose all shame, but for some reason, I was so excited when I called this child "brother," and my nipples were completely swollen.

"Sigh, good girl, hehe, you're so slutty and cheap, haha." As he spoke, he sent another picture, still the same boy and the same woman, but this time it was doggy style, the boy was grabbing the woman's arms from behind and thrusting hard, and he could move. It was so stimulating to me. I fantasized that I was that woman, being ravaged by the boy from behind. Love juice kept flowing from my uterus, and my whole vulva felt like tiny insects were crawling on it. As long as I moved my buttocks slightly, thin streams of lustful fluid would flow out. I could only get a brief satisfaction by clenching my thighs and rubbing them up and down.

"Hey slut, is your pussy getting wet?" "Yeah, send it again," I actually answered her question.

"Hey slut, is your panties soaked too?" "Mind your own business, send it already!" The more lewd his words were, the more impatient I became.

He didn't answer, but I knew he was waiting for my reply. I didn't expect a 20-year-old boy to be so experienced.

I had no choice but to answer him again: "Yeah, it's soaked, it's so uncomfortable, just send it already." "Hahaha, yes, be good, I'll satisfy you." As he spoke, another picture came over, a picture of the woman riding on top of the boy, twisting her waist.

"Anything else, something more stimulating?" I typed quickly.

"Haha, you're so horny, I have plenty, but you have to tell me if your pussy is loose?" "Why do you keep asking such filthy questions?" Actually, I'm not averse to these topics. "Tell me quickly." "Not loose, because it's been a long time..." "So what do you usually do when you're horny?" "I take care of myself, hurry up and be horny." "How about I fuck you?" "You, haha, are you fully developed?" "I can do both of you." Then another picture was sent, this time a picture of an erect penis, not very clear, but still legible. The penis wasn't very long, but it was exceptionally thick, especially the glans, which looked like a huge, hard walnut.

"Wow, so big!" "Haha, scared now? That's mine. How about it, can it satisfy you?" "I don't believe you lying. How old are you anyway?" I didn't believe him at all.

"Damn, I took that picture myself. Why do you need to believe me?" He got serious.

"Since you can take pictures, well, then make a V sign next to your treasure and let me see, hehe." I thought I could definitely see through him.

He didn't say anything, but after a while, he sent another picture. It really was a V sign next to a penis. I didn't know what to say for a moment. "How about it? Hehe, you can't help but believe it." "How come yours is so big? It's like an adult's." "Do you like it? How about we have sex? I love fucking sluts like you." "No, you're so small, like my son." "What's wrong with son and mother? That's more exciting." "You're so lewd, how can you say that?" "Hmph, stop pretending, what era are we living in? To be honest, do you really want it right now?" "Yeah, that's why I asked you to send a picture, hurry up and send it, I'm really uncomfortable." I begged him again.

"How do you usually do it yourself?" "What do you mean, how? I just use my hands." "Do you insert it inside?" "No, I think it's dirty. I just rub it on the outside." "Then wash it. You're not satisfied like that. Let me tell you, put your fingers inside your vagina, find a protruding spot inside, and dig hard there. Use your other hand to pinch your clitoris. I guarantee you'll pee your pants from pleasure, hehe." "That's...that's so unhygienic." I was tempted by what he said and started rubbing my vulva through my underwear.

"What are you afraid of? Just like that." As he spoke, another picture was sent. It was a moving picture, two fingers inserted into a vagina, and then, like urinating, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. I really didn't know that women could ejaculate like that!!! I felt as if something had struck my chest, my nipples were swollen and sore, and the bottom of my underwear was completely stuck to my vulva, where I could feel the salty, wet discharge when I touched it. I looked back at the closed door and listened to the sounds from my son's room. After confirming that he hadn't moved, I put my feet on the desk, lifted my skirt, pulled my red underwear up to my knees, and rubbed my vulva with my right middle and index fingers. My left hand reached inside my vest and squeezed and pinched my breasts.

"Say something, what's wrong?" "Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked several times, but I didn't answer. Finally, I just typed one word: "Send." As if he knew I was masturbating, he didn't say anything this time, but just sent me pictures one by one. All sorts of lewd pictures appeared on my computer screen. Some were students raping their teachers on their desks; some were old men tying up and whipping women; some were boys ejaculating on the faces of middle-aged women... These pictures stimulated my uterus, and large amounts of vaginal fluid overflowed. It felt like there were many, many tiny insects crawling and biting inside my vagina, but no matter how much I rubbed my vulva, I couldn't reach a deeper level of pleasure. I tried gently parting my labia majora and digging at the entrance with my middle finger. I also released my breast with my left hand and gently pinched my clitoris with my fingernail. I suddenly felt a long-lost pleasure. My fingers felt electrified; with each stroke, my whole body trembled as if receiving an electric shock. The pleasure surged from my genitals to my uterus, my thighs went numb, and my vaginal fluids flowed more and more. I moaned softly, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...mmm...ah."

Perhaps I was too hasty, and I forgot something, something I regretted countless times afterward! I had only closed the door, but I hadn't locked it!! Just as I was about to push my fingers deeper, the door opened! My son, Xiaolin, stood in the doorway! I was stunned, followed by utter shame! Look at my posture at the time – thighs wide open, legs on the desk, red panties wrapped lewdly around my knees, my left breast exposed outside my vest, and most shamefully, half of my fingers were still inside my wet vagina! I still remember how hot my cheeks were. My son, Xiaolin, didn't seem surprised at all; for a moment, I even saw him smile.

"Son…you…you…" Before I could finish speaking, he came over, grabbed my swivel chair, and pulled me from the desk to him. I didn't react at all. Without a word, he used both hands to pull my legs apart from under my knees, so forcefully that my buttocks were lifted off the swivel chair. He stared intently at my genitals, and only then did I realize that my own son was eyeing my vulva so intently! I immediately covered my genitals with both hands and yelled, "Xiaolin, what are you doing?! Let go!" I screamed and twisted my hips, trying to break free from his control. But he wouldn't let go, leering,

"Mom, your son has wanted to fuck you for a long time. Take your hands off, and I'll give you pleasure, hehe." I was shocked by his words! I never expected that he would be so fearless in the face of his own mother's resistance, even uttering the word "fuck"! I felt that he was no longer the obedient son Xiaolin who always listened to me.

"Let go! Did you hear me, you beast!!" Realizing he couldn't succeed, he released my legs and grabbed my hands, pulling them behind the chair back. I struggled and kicked, but it was no use. He picked up my phone charger from the bed and used its cord to tightly tie my hands together behind the chair.

"Hehe, how about that, Mom? Still struggling?" "You're a beast! I've raised you for nothing all these years!!" I yelled.

He didn't say anything, took a pillow from the bed and placed it under my buttocks, then grabbed my red underwear wrapped around my knees and pulled it down my calves. He unfolded the underwear and carefully examined my genitals.

My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and I cried out, "No...don't look!" "Wow! Mom wasn't lying after all, her panties really are soaking wet!" He brought the panties close to his nose, "Mom's panties smell so good and are so sexy, so nice!" "You, just now it was you..." "Yeah, I never thought Mom was such a sexy woman, it's rare, hehe." I understood everything. The boy who had been flirting with me online was actually my own son!

I didn't even have the courage to speak up.

"Now let me see Mom's cunt," he said, pulling my thighs apart as he had done before. Without the restraint of underwear, he spread my thighs as wide as possible, and my genitals, sticky with vaginal fluid, were completely exposed to my own son.

"Xiaolin, Mom begs you, please stop. I'm your biological mother, please, Xiaolin." He looked up at me with his eyes half-closed and said, "You can flirt with those young male teachers at work, but can't you satisfy your own son? Do you know what people call you when you walk through the crowd swaying that slutty ass? They call you 'slutty ass.' To keep you from being a slut outside, I'll satisfy you now. This is called keeping the good stuff in the family, hehe." My son's words made me feel ashamed. I never thought that outside, I was already seen as a promiscuous woman, but it wasn't my fault.

"Hmm, Mom, you really are a slut, hehe, your labia majora are so dark, it must be the result of frequent masturbation." My son carefully observed my genitals while making his comments with great relish.

"No, I can't look, please, I beg you, Xiaolin, don't look!" I turned my face away in embarrassment.

However, I actually got great pleasure from my own son's lewdness. The more vulgar his words were, the more excited I became. I felt my clitoris swell and ache, and a trickle of vaginal fluid flowed out. My entire genitals involuntarily contracted inwards, and even my toes unconsciously clenched and opened. "Mom, are you excited now? Look," she said, releasing one of my legs and wiping her middle finger on my open vulva before holding it up to my face. "Mom, look, your juices are all stuck to my finger." I turned my head and glanced at it; a large drop of sticky juices enveloped my son's fingertip. I was too ashamed to look any longer, but my son put his finger in his mouth and licked it repeatedly. "Hehe, Mom's juices smell so good, I have to eat more of them." "No, they're dirty..." "Today I'm going to play with you thoroughly. I won't miss a single spot on your body, I'll make you feel incredibly horny." With that, my son, Xiaolin, straightened my left leg and started licking it from my toes.

"Ah, no, Xiaolin, that's dirty, you can't do that, please!" He completely ignored my cries, first sucking on each of my toes one by one, the warm, slippery sensation spreading from my toes upwards, followed by my soles.

"Ah, it itches..." "It's okay, Mom, you'll feel better soon." His tongue traveled down my calves to my knees, the warm current growing stronger and stronger. I longed for my son to continue approaching my genitals, but he stopped at my knees and started on the other leg. After licking both calves, he glanced at me excitedly. Our eyes met, and I was too ashamed to look at him. He laughed with satisfaction, put my legs together, and pushed them up, exposing the back of my thighs and my entire buttocks.

"Oh dear, what are you doing, Xiaolin? Quick, let go of Mommy! This is so embarrassing!" I pleaded with him softly, feeling incredibly ashamed of my position.

"Hmph, Mommy, you're my toy today. I can play with you however I want. I'm going to cover you in my saliva, hehe." As he spoke, he started rubbing my knees and then down between my legs with his tongue and lips. Sometimes he licked with his saliva-covered tongue, sometimes he sucked with his lips. The areas he licked first sent waves of tingling sensations through my genitals, followed by the cool sensation of evaporating saliva—it felt so good.

Each time, he would only lick up to the base of my thighs before turning back upwards. After several repetitions, beads of sweat appeared on my nose, and I began to moan softly. Although it felt good, it wasn't quite satisfying. The intense desire was suppressed in my chest, unable to be fully satisfied. I knew it was because my sensitive cunt wasn't being tended. I pleaded in my heart again and again: "Son, hurry, hurry and play with Mommy's cunt!!" But he seemed to be teasing me, bypassing my vulva, which was protruding high due to my tightly clenched legs, and sliding his tongue along my labia majora towards my buttocks, reaching my anus. "Mommy's anus is so small, so cute, let me taste it." He first pressed his tongue against my anus, as if trying to penetrate it, and then licked it clean inside and out. It was the first time a man had licked my anus. Although I had seen foreigners doing anal sex online, I never imagined that being licked in the anus would feel so good.

"Ah...ah...mmm...mmm..." Hearing my moans, my son looked up, laughed, and said, "How was it, Mommy? Was it good? Hehe, do you want me to lick it again?" "Yes, I do..." "Where do you want me to lick you?" "Ah...upwards..." My son knew where I wanted him to lick, but he pretended not to understand and asked me, "Say it clearly, Mom, where is 'upwards'?" "Son, please, don't force me, just lick it, okay?" "No, Mom has to say it." Seeing that I couldn't argue with him, I could only whisper, "Yin..." "Hehe, Mom, if you want to feel good, you have to be a little more horny. Weren't you very horny online just now?" He said, slapping my butt as he spoke, "Say it clearly, Mom." Although I was shy, the thought that my son knew all my wanton behavior made me realize that no matter how much I hid it, he would know I was a slutty woman. So I whispered, "Lick Mommy's genitals." Hearing this, my son became even more excited, and the tent in his shorts bulged even higher. "Hehe, Mommy, your sluttyness can't even compare to the actresses in porn movies. I'll satisfy you, hahaha, but you have to answer a few questions for me. What is this?" He said, while gently patting my genitals with his palm.

"It's genitals." "No." He persisted.

"This is Mommy's genitals," I answered, blushing.

"No, be more slutty." I knew he wanted me to say that word. Actually, I usually like that vulgar word; it excites me for no reason. I never thought I'd be the one to say it today. I think my expression must have been very lewd.

"Yes, um..." "What is it? Tell me, Mom." "Yes, it's Mom's, it's Mom's pussy." "Haha, that's right, Mom. And what is this?" He tugged at my pubic hair.

"This is Mom's pubic hair." "Then, what is this?" He pressed his middle finger against my anus. "That's Mommy's asshole." "Haha, Mommy, you're so sexy and obedient. Your son will reward you properly. I'll make sure you're dripping wet, hehe." I suddenly felt some release from the suppressed desire in my chest. During the question and answer with my son, the love fluid that had been slowly seeping out of my vagina broke through my vulva and gushed out in large gushes. Just then, my son lifted my legs onto his shoulders, buried his head between my thighs, and began to lick my vulva. He wasn't just randomly licking and touching me; instead, he first kissed my labia majora with his moist lips, while simultaneously tracing my labia minora with his tongue. The warmth of his tongue sent a jolt through my vulva, like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure through my vaginal walls to my uterus. I could clearly feel the warm fluid gushing from my uterus through my vagina. Slowly, my perineum became wet, followed by my anus.

The warm sensation reaching my entire body transformed into wanton moans that escaped my lips: "Ah...ah ah...mmm...ah ah ah ah...so good...ah ah ah...good son...ah ah ah...more...ah ah ah...Mommy feels so good...ah ah...my vagina feels so good..." Hearing me moan, my son worked even harder. He began to slowly cover my vulva with his entire tongue, starting from my perineum. Reaching my clitoris, he flicked the tip of his tongue twice quickly before starting again. Each time he flicked my clitoris, I unconsciously flinched back, then met his tongue again.

"Ah...good son...ah...Mommy...ah...play with my clitoris...play quickly...Mommy begs you...uh...yes...yes..." Hearing my plea, he forcefully spread the tender flesh surrounding my clitoris with his two thumbs, exposing it completely.

"Mommy, look at me, see how your son plays with your clitoris." I slightly opened my eyes, looking down at my own son playing with my clitoris. His tongue moved rapidly up and down my clitoris, and I thrust my hips in rhythm with his licking. When he sucked my entire clitoris with his mouth, I desperately lifted my hips and twisted, trying to get my vulva as close to his lips as possible, tilting my head back and pushing my chest upward.

"Ah... ahhh... ahhh... mmm... amazing... son is amazing!! Ahhhhh... so amazing... ahhhh... tongue, ahhh, so amazing... ahhhh... Mom... so good... ahhhh..." Under my son's licking, I felt my pubic hair stand on end, and my inner thighs felt both sore and numb, so I clenched them tightly. Just as I was reveling in this wonderful feeling, I saw my son quickly pull out his extremely swollen penis from his underwear, exactly the same as the one I had seen in the photograph. He skillfully pulled back the foreskin, revealing the bright red glans inside. "Ah...son...no!" I cried out in desperation.

Before I could finish speaking, with a "plop," I felt my entire vagina being completely stretched open, my cervix blocked tightly by the warm, hard glans!

"Good son, ah, Mom begs you, take it out, I am your own mother, this is incest, please, okay?" I pleaded with him, crying.

"Hmph, you wiggle your big ass all day and wear so little, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, now I regret it, hmph, too late." Then, he grabbed my ankles with both hands, roughly pulled them apart, and thrust his hips like rowing, saying as he did so, "You're so horny, and your pussy is so tight, I'll make you tight, I'll make you tight." Although there was a lot of lustful fluid in my pussy, and my son's penis could go in and out freely, I really hadn't had sex in so long. I felt like my whole lower body was filled with my son's penis, and he came so suddenly and violently, making me feel both pleasure and pain, and I couldn't take it. My vagina also made a "squeak squeak squeak" sound from the intense friction.

"Son, ahh...slower...slower...Mommy can't take it...ahh...my pussy is going to break...ahhh..." Hearing my tearful moans, he didn't slow down but instead used even more force. Because my vaginal canal was short, each time he thrust all the way in, part of his penis was still outside. He seemed to want to completely shove his penis into my wet hole. Every time, he would stick his butt out and then thrust straight up, each time, the head of his penis would slam hard against my cervix. I was really worried that it would break. The pleasure from this impact was overwhelming. Before the pleasure of one wave had even subsided, another surged forth. After five or six thrusts, my pain completely vanished, leaving only an electric shock-like ecstasy: "Ah...ah son...ahhh...you're so cruel...ahhh...so cruel...ahhhh...Mommy's hole...ahhhh...my hole can't take it anymore...ahhhhh..." "Although my son repeatedly pulled my legs apart, I still unconsciously clenched my genitals. My breasts swayed back and forth from the vibrations. 'Ah...ah...ah...son...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...it feels so good...ah...Mommy feels so good...ah...Mommy...I'm going to die...' 'Louder, you slut, moan louder, you slut, fuck you, fuck you...!' Hearing my loud moans, my son became even more excited, cursing incessantly. Because I was being penetrated by my own son, and my hands were tied, I felt extremely ashamed. But the more ashamed I felt, the more excited I became, and I continued to moan lewdly." Since I couldn't grab anything with my hands, I could only express my pent-up joy by shaking my head frantically.

"It's coming... Ahh, son... Ahhh, Mom's coming, Mom's going to give it to you... Ahhh, I'm giving it to you

...

Ahh

... "Really? Then let's continue, Mom." My son became happy after hearing my praise and said with a smile, "Mom, let's change positions. If you promise not to resist, I'll let you go." "Hmm, Mom, I've already... I've already given myself to you, what's there to resist?" "Okay, I'll untie you." Saying that, he came over and untied the wires from my hands.

"Xiaolin, don't call me Mom anymore, it'll embarrass me. Call me... call me sister instead." Seeing that the incestuous relationship with my son had become a reality, I wanted to lessen my guilt.

"No! I'll call you Mom, I like fucking Mom, and Mom will call me brother, hehe." He pulled me up from the swivel chair, his hands pinching my buttocks from behind, his hard penis pressing against my lower abdomen.

"How can I do that? It's so embarrassing! How can a mother call her own son brother? You want to embarrass your mother to death?" I said with a blushing, seductive smile. "Why not? Didn't you just call him that online? Be a good mother, call him that, and your son will make you feel good." As he spoke, my son gently patted my buttocks.

"Mmm, brother, brother, oh, so embarrassing!" I thought my son was right, so I called out.

"No, you have to add my name." "Brother Lin" said, and I covered my face with my hands, but my wetness betrayed me and became wet again.

"Sexy Mom, you're so good, hahaha," my son said, and then brought his lips close to mine. I hooked my arms around his neck, letting him put his tongue into my mouth. He licked all over my teeth with his tongue, and then teased my tongue. I didn't give in either, and my tongue met his. Our tongues intertwined, and he kept sending saliva into my mouth. While he was kissing me, his hands were also restless, pinching and kneading my buttocks, sometimes spreading them apart, sometimes squeezing them in the middle. And his hard penis was rubbing against my lower abdomen. With his teasing, it was impossible for my wetness not to be. His tongue savored the taste of my mouth before wandering out to tease my lips, and I retaliated by sticking my tongue out. They intertwined again outside our mouths, completely breaking the bond between mother and son. When they separated, saliva was still stuck together, then suddenly bounced to both sides, splashing onto the corners of our mouths, and we both smiled knowingly.

"Mommy, are you comfortable?" "Mmm, so comfortable." "Mommy, can you say some dirty words? Hearing you say them makes me very excited. Can you relax a little?" "Okay, brother, what do you want me to say?" I shyly started to coo.

"Mommy, what's this?" my son asked, shaking his limp penis with a laugh.

"That's... your brother's treasure," I replied, gently patting the glans.

"No, wait." "Oh, it's... your... your... cock, hee hee." "Haha, Mommy, you're so good." "Hehe, it's because your brother taught you well." I no longer considered the boy in front of me my son.

Unexpectedly, my lewd words worked like Viagra; my son's penis hardened again. "You naughty thing, you're hard again. I'll spank you, hee hee, I'll spank you." I chuckled, patting my son's penis.

"Mom, you can't hit me like that! If you hurt me, who will fuck your little cunt? Hehe." My son pulled me into his arms, his hand gripping his penis and rubbing it against my genitals.

"Brother, stop! Let's do it again," I pleaded.

"Okay, Mom, but you have to strike a really sexy pose before I keep fucking you. Let's see if you can seduce men, hehe." "Hmph, what's so hard about that? You wait and see." With that, I lay down on the bed, grabbed my thighs with both hands, and spread them wide open, revealing my vulva. I looked at my son with seductive eyes. My son, however, was masturbating, laughing and shaking his head. I pouted, then lay back, squeezing my breasts with my arms, and raised my upper leg upwards. My son just laughed and shook his head. I sat up, forcing a smile, hands on my hips. After thinking for a moment, I knelt on the bed with my back to my son, leaning forward, raising my buttocks high and swaying them slightly, then smiled back at him. He was satisfied now, his large penis erect, and came up from behind, licking my buttocks with his tongue.

"Mom, no wonder everyone says your ass is the sexiest, it really is! Big, round, and so fleshy, it's just meant for men to fuck, hahaha!" "Oh, brother, you're so naughty, come on, I want it!" "Mom, are you ready? My big cock is about to fire!" My son pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my hole, patting my backside as he spoke. "Okay, okay, hurry up and fire, hurry up!" I impatiently twisted my buttocks, actively trying to take my son's penis in. With a "squeak...squeak," my son's penis was completely swallowed by my cunt. That feeling of fullness returned, the only difference being that this time only pleasure remained. His large glans pressed against the entrance of my uterus, like a sword piercing my stomach. That exhilarating feeling is something no woman can truly understand.

"Ah!" I cried out, and my son panted heavily. But he didn't rush to thrust; instead, he rubbed his penis against my clitoris, and slowly, my love juices flowed out. I responded to him, twisting my hips rhythmically. The friction between his penis and my vagina caused our cries to rise and fall, filling the room with a sensual atmosphere. Suddenly, he thrust harder, pounding into me wildly.

"Ah... harder... ah ah ah... yes... ah um um... good brother ah ah... faster, brother, brother... brother... ah ah ah... fuck... fuck ah ah... ah ah... Mommy likes... ah ah ah likes..." "Fuck! Fuck! Ah... fuck your slutty mother to death... fuck you to death... fuck you to death... ah ah... so tight" My son's shouts excited me. In rhythm with him, with each thrust, I sat back and squeezed my vagina tightly. The "squeak squeak squeak squeak" sound of vaginal fluid rubbing between my vagina and penis, and the dull sound of the glans hitting my clitoris drove me crazy.

"Ah, ah, you're squeezing me to death, you slut, you slutty ass, hit, hit!" My son's penis, gripped tightly by my wet pussy, made him slap my ass with his palm. The thought of my own son hitting my ass filled my mind with a perverted yet exciting feeling: "Ah ah ah... good hit ah ...

"Ahhhhh, Mom, I, ahhh, I'm coming!!" The pleasure in my vagina suddenly disappeared, followed by a burning sensation on my buttocks. I knew that my son's semen had all shot onto my upturned buttocks. Immediately, a feeling of disappointment came because I hadn't reached orgasm yet. But before I could think any further, my son flipped me over. His fingers quickly inserted into my vagina, scratching hard with his nails on the protruding part of my vaginal wall. That protrusion was like a tap. After only a few scratches, my pleasure reached its peak, and my urethra began to tighten. "Brother, no, son, stop! Stop! Mom needs to pee!" "Mom, that's not peeing, don't be afraid, don't hold it in." "No, ahhh, really, Mom can't hold it in anymore... Stop! Ahhh!" Hearing my words, my son not only didn't stop, but also used his other hand to squeeze my clitoris. After only 3 or 4 squeezes, I couldn't hold back anymore. My urethra loosened, and a large gush of milky white liquid gushed out of my vagina, spraying far away. It felt so good that my bones felt like they were falling apart. I looked at my son in surprise, and he smiled and showed me his right hand, which was covered in my vaginal fluid...

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