Head nurse Xiao Lin and her son Xiao Dong (Part 2) (Family incest adult novel)

The next morning, I rushed to the office in a daze, fortunately I was not late. Liu Jianming came to our women's

The obstetrics department came to inspect and looked kindly at the young ladies and wives in our department, and gave them instructions with a humming and ahh ...

Let's just do our best and do our best. Before leaving, he came up to me and told me to take care of myself.

words. I was absent-minded. I didn't sleep well last night, and my head felt numb and rusty. I couldn't think straight.

Go and listen to what he says.

As soon as Liu Jianming left, there was a commotion in the office. There were three of us in the room. As the saying goes, three women

Our office is a traditional one. To save costs and supervise each other, there is no one at the desk.

Blocked, every glance is in sight.

Seeing Liu Jianming go out, the other two women in the office immediately took action. Sister Tang took out a half-bitten

He stared at the office door and took a few bites of the bread nervously. Then he drank some water and took out some

She put foundation on her face in front of the mirror. The powder puff in her hand was like a dragonfly touching the water. In a short while, her face was covered with foundation.

White and tender, this is the classic program after the morning sweep in the office.

What is happiness?

Do you feel that you live a happy life?

Why can't I capture even a little bit of happiness?

I crossed my arms behind my head, tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and sighed involuntarily.

Zheng Hao and Sister Tang stopped what they were doing, looked at me, and then looked at each other.

Zheng Hao said: "If we think about it honestly, compared with our ancestors, we have no reason not to feel happy."

"That's right. If my parents knew I was unhappy, they would definitely beat me up." Sister Tang said,

We old couple raised eight children, and we are still used to eating coarse grains and pickles. When I was a child, my father always nagging,

When can my son eat white bread and white rice? I will die with my eyes closed. "

"My mom and dad are the same. They were very content. They sat at the same table in high school. My dad's last name is Zheng and my mom's last name is Hao.

The family teased them, saying, "It's just right, it's just right, it's just right for a couple." Later, they really got married without knowing what was going on.

She gave birth to three girls in a foolish way. As far as I can remember, they have never blushed! The feelings of happiness and unhappiness are

You asked for it…"

I know very well that Zheng Hao has a pair of extremely loving parents.

We talked for a long time, but it had nothing to do with what was bothering me.

Suddenly Zheng Hao laughed for some reason. This girl's son was very happy.

I'm ten years old and still not married. There's no rush at all.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I interrupted Zheng Hao's laughter.... Stop laughing, let me be quiet.

Zheng Hao saw that I was frowning and immediately hugged me from behind, rubbing my head with his chin,...

Sister, every family has its own difficult songs, and everyone has their own troubles. As long as you think more positively, life is

Is it the greatest happiness? Is that right? ...Zheng Hao turned his head and looked at me and said.

Is being alive the greatest happiness?

I suddenly discovered the white hair on my head and temples.

I looked in the mirror, picking up and putting down my hair strand by strand, picking it up and putting it down again, and I looked at it with horror.

Looking at the white hair that was particularly eye-catching among the black hair, I suddenly felt like I had fallen into a dark time tunnel.

Sliding further and further, never able to return to the human world

Gray hair is the enemy of youth and beauty. If gray hair wins, will youth and beauty disappear?

When does gray hair grow? Is it when you are crying? Was it during a nightmare? or

Is it when you sigh?

Recently I found a good place, on the rooftop opposite our hospital morgue, where I often sit.

After a while, it was very quiet. I just sat there thinking about the many confusions in my heart and reflecting on the life I had lived.

A few days later, on a weekend, I was already at home when my son got home from school. I was nervous when I saw him coming back, but he left

Come here and hand me a piece of paper...his test score report.

I took it without saying a word and read it with a straight face. Although my face remained expressionless, I finally breathed a sigh of relief:

Excellent in every subject. This really relieved my biggest worry. You know, my son's academic performance has always been very good.

I’m afraid that such things will affect his studies and ruin his future.

I tried to keep the same expression on my face as before, which was pride and satisfaction as his mother. son

Cong was very well behaved. Seeing this, he came over and stuck close to my body. I moved slightly and ignored him. Although I appear

She must be strong, but the weakness of women always exists at all times. As long as there is a chance, they will surge.

Surging.

What are you having for lunch? award. I said to him, trying to keep my tone neutral.

I went into the bedroom to change clothes, closed the door, and rummaged through the closet for a long time before finding a twill cotton lining.

I was choosing a dress and thinking about which skirt to match it with when the bedroom door opened.

I glanced at him and saw that it was my son who came in. I ignored him and continued to look for a skirt in my underwear.

There's no need to avoid him anymore. Well, let’s go with this beige A-line skirt.

I took out my clothes and put them on the bed, then walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom to wash up.

My son followed me and watched me brush my teeth, wash my face, put my hair up, put on makeup, and then followed me back to the bedroom.

As he watched me change my clothes, he opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

We went to McDonald's together.

As in the past, I didn't eat anything, but just watched him eat it with relish. There are a lot of people in the store.

I sat there, watching this once familiar scene. My eyes blurred and I quickly turned my head away.

Behind her son's back, she quietly took out a tissue and wiped away his tears.

I really want to go back to the past with him.

But it's no longer possible.

When I got home and just locked the door, my son hugged me from behind.

This brought me back to reality again.

I had just recovered from the memories of the past and it was really hard for me to accept what was about to happen.

"Mom..." my son called me softly in my ear.

All my muscles were tense and my body was shaking.

"Mom..." my son called me and started kissing me randomly.

After a moment of confusion, I finally struggled to my feet, "Xiaodong...listen to what mom says...we can't do this...

We can’t do this…” I gasped, trying to break free. The calmness I felt before going to McDonald's just now

But it is gone.

Because I have no power to change what has already happened. So, before I knew it, I was on the defensive again.

After all, he had fucked me more than once. This makes it impossible for me to remain high and mighty.

Look of indifference.

My son ignored me and reached his right hand under my skirt and directly into my panties to touch my butt.

"Xiaodong, I am your mother... I blushed and felt embarrassed... Listen to me... You are still young...

These things...we...can't do them again...let's forget about the past...we...can't do them again"

My son's hands rubbed my butt hard and he hugged me tightly again.

Listen to me.

Soon his hand moved to the front and touched the area between my legs.

I could hardly stand and was shaking violently. I tried to remain calm and said, "Xiaodong, you are almost orgasmic.

Mom is always your mom, let go now, or she will be angry."

The son didn't care at all.

My body doesn't seem to belong to me, and neither does my mind.

He started by randomly pulling my pubic hair, and then he put his fingers inside.

My body was so stiff that I could hardly stand.

"...Mom..." my son called me softly in my ear.

I looked outside. It was already dusk. The sun was setting in the sky. The red clouds looked like fire. Night was about to come.

We were on the top floor and could not hear any sound from the street outside.

Seeing that I was no longer resisting, my son pushed me down on the sofa behind him.

He hurriedly lifted my skirt up, then pulled off my panties. He couldn't take off my bra, so he put it on

Push it up.

This was the first time I had ever let my son do this to me while I was actually sober. After the previous few times,

I have no choice now. Sometimes not having a choice is not a bad thing. Having a choice is easy to make the wrong choice and regret it easily.

The choice is made by fate, and you can only follow the path of fate. No need to think too much, just face it. I believe

Destiny, I feel that all major events in life are destined. For example, now.

Although everything seems like a dream, it still seems so unreal.

But I didn't struggle or cry anymore. This time I just lay there stiffly. Anyway

He has been allowed to go before, and he went there once, and he will go there no matter how many times he goes there.

My son opened his mouth and gently sucked one of my nipples. The nipple flew into its nest like a bird.

The wet warmth quickly reached my brain, and a tingling pleasure spread throughout my body.

I have never been so frankly touched by my son before. He let his tongue touch all parts of my body from top to bottom.

Lick it. It can be seen that he is obviously less nervous this time.

He lowered his head and sucked my two nipples in turn. After sucking for a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I took my nipple

The hood was pushed up, so that the two fat balls fell into his hands. He played with one with each hand,

I squeezed the balls into various shapes and sucked the nipples vigorously. After a while, I was surprised to find that my nipples

My head was already hot as if on fire, and the tender nipple in the middle of the mature breast was flipped by the tip of my tongue.

It was covered with saliva and gradually became engorged and hard.

The stronger the taboo, the stronger the pleasure of rebellion. This is a way to break free from the shackles.

The pleasure. Now, that's what I do with my son. For him, there is probably nothing better than messing with the one he has loved since childhood.

There is nothing more exciting and stimulating than having the mother on top.

The son leaned down. I was soft, he put his hand into my underwear, touched my hair, touched... Then I let him take it off

Take off my panties

I bit my lip and didn't move during the whole process. Because now I really don’t know what I should do

What reaction. If people could catch fire out of shame, I think I would have been burned to ashes.

The child continued to play with that part of my body with his lips, tongue and fingers. His hand on my

The vaginal opening was touched back and forth, and half a finger was put in, moving regularly inside. I didn't feel any pain.

And gradually I had a physiological reaction, I felt like I was about to suffocate, one of my son's fingers was already in my

Deep inside the body, it pumped fast and slow, occasionally pressing the G-spot area on the flesh wall at the top of the dome.

So after a while when he inserted both fingers into me I didn't try to close my legs.

I looked at my teenage son lying between my legs and enjoying himself, and my mind was filled with

I don't know why I suddenly remembered a sentence that Li Ao said: "There are two dirtiest things in the world, but men are the dirtiest.

I like to do two things, one is women's pussies, the other is politics. "

My maternal instinct began to turn into a woman's sexual instinct. I really couldn't resist the physical impact it brought to me.

This made me feel ashamed of myself all over again.

All the blood and strength in my body seemed to want to go to my vagina. I could feel my breathing becoming rapid and even

Begin to breathe. My son seems to be very experienced, and I haven't let him do this for a long time. In the past, in this

During the process, all I had in mind was the guilt caused by traditional moral values, and now, that guilt and shame

Of course, the sense of shame was still there and as strong as before, but the difference was that my body made me start to feel something else. I

I could no longer think clearly. My son's repeated caressing of my most sensitive part made me feel very excited.

The impact was too strong, and my brain was temporarily lacking blood supply, while my clitoris was filled with blood.

The amount of protrusions comes out, accepting the son's constant friction.

"...Son, do you really want your mother to die?" I murmured to my son and to myself.

explain. This new feeling made me so uneasy.

"Mom, what's the problem? You are a woman and I am a man, why can't I?" my 14-year-old son said to me.

His fingers pressed on my G-spot and began to rub it repeatedly.

Computers have taught my son all kinds of things that he shouldn't know at his age.

I am a woman, a physiologically normal and healthy woman. I couldn't help biting my lower lip hard.

I could feel the itch in my vagina so clearly that my whole body started shaking uncontrollably. do

As a healthy woman, being treated like this by a man caused me to have an uncontrollable physiological reaction and I got wet down there.

"So much water! ..." My son was very excited when he saw my hairy part.

The transparent vaginal fluid had already made the outside of the vagina wet and sticky, and the two labia minora hidden in the thick labia majora

The baby's mouth had opened, revealing the light pink, tender and slippery vaginal opening - that was for men to penetrate.

aisle.

"Hmm..." Yes, no woman would not react in this situation. I bit my lip and

The woman's legs became stiff as her son's fingers moved.

On top, my two nipples had become hard and erected without me noticing, like two ripe dates.

I actually showed pleasure in front of my son! This made me feel even more guilty.

Uneasy, even ashamed.

My son finally left my body and stood up. He began to undress himself eagerly.

Under the light, I took a look at my son who had taken off all his clothes. His naked appearance gave me a great visual experience.

Shocked, the tender cock between the legs pointed upwards proudly. I only glanced at it, and then I looked away in panic.

A blush appeared on her cheeks. Everyone knows what it means when a man's penis is erect in front of a woman. That

It meant desire, it meant he wanted to mate with her.

I'm his mother, but his dick is erecting in front of me

My breathing suddenly became rapid for no apparent reason. My heart is pounding, I'm never this tight with any other man

Zhang He was embarrassed.

My son came closer to me and then forcibly pulled my hand and put it on his hard thing.

As soon as I put my hand on it, I pulled it back as if I was electrocuted.

"Is it big?" my son asked me.

I bit my lip and lowered my head. To be honest, my son's thing was still very immature and of average size. I think so

Because I have never seen any other boy besides him.

"My big cock!..." My son said to me, his voice trembling. I could tell that he was saying this to me.

Muster up the courage.

I pretended I heard nothing and raised my hand to tidy my hair, but this time my son pushed me down.

I stretched out my hands to push him away, but stopped. Whatever, I have already washed half of my hair, why not?

Is that over?

My skin is very white, and under the light, it looks like a pile of white meat placed on the bed.

My son pressed me down and I felt something hard under me at different locations near my vagina.

It rushed over a hairy area and then touched a soft, hot tender meat.

Then, it pressed against a wet and slippery little hole. Then, it went in.

I felt a distinct swelling at the entrance of my vagina, and at that moment I opened my mouth and moaned through my nostrils... Hmm

Then, it goes straight in, and the vagina soon feels full, and the tender thing

It can actually fill me up very full. I can feel the shape of my son's penis, I can feel his

The protruding edge of the glans.

My face flushed and I closed my eyes. I was ashamed of the fact that I had once again let my son have sex with me.

My son must be feeling very excited about this scene. I was his mother just now, but now I am lying under him.

Fuck him.

He lay on top of me, no longer so awkward, and fucked me again and again, neither lightly nor heavily, neither fast nor slow. one

While doing it, his hands continued to caress my body, playing with my breasts like steamed buns that would never cool down.

My son's head was just above my face, and his hot breath sprayed on my face. He stared into my eyes, his face

The look of longing and possessiveness on his face took my breath away.

I turned my face away, really afraid that he would see my expression at the moment, and I didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.

We looked at each other. You have to know that we were just in McDonald's and we were still a normal mother and son.

The sofa creaked beneath us.

My legs were lifted up and placed on my son's shoulders.

That thing was like a red-hot iron inside me. It was stabbing and prodding inside me and soon I was burning all over.

hot.

His movements slowly made me react. I gasped softly, closed my eyes involuntarily, and arched my body.

Match his movements.

This was the first time I truly and consciously experienced the physical sensations my son brought to me. When that thing is inside

When I thrust, I could clearly feel the part of my son called the glans rubbing against the wall of my vagina.

Sleep. The strong feeling was so beyond my control that it made my body float so easily.

In the air.

The body floated up like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"I must have owed you in my past life..." I said quietly as my son fucked me again and again.

I closed my eyes and tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes. The tone of my voice at this moment is not at all like someone admonishing a child.

's mother, but a weak woman facing the conqueror.

The hard and hot male penis slowly withdrew from my vagina until the glans reached the entrance of my vagina.

Stop pulling it out, then thrust it in quickly and forcefully, letting it go all the way into the vagina before stopping, and then thrust it in the same way again.

speed, repeating the thrusting action rhythmically.

This kid has mastered all the skills a man should have on women.

It was impossible for me not to react to being treated like this. I moaned, not loudly, but softly.

Hum. "Hmm..." I don't know when I started to breathe heavily... I was trying my best to suppress the sound of

After every slight gasp, I bit my lips, but then my son pounded harder.

My lips opened again unconsciously.

My son was extremely excited when he heard my moans. This was the first time I actually moaned when he had sex with me.

This might be the first time that the son actually heard a woman moan at this time. All this further stimulated

He thrust more frantically, using both hands to support his body, like doing push-ups, up and down.

He pounded that place of mine hard back and forth.

I couldn't stand it anymore. It hurt down there. I turned around and gasped and said to him, "Be gentle."

This is the struggle and collision between soul and body.

Night had fallen, covering it like the wings of a huge bird. No lights were on, all the

Everything is vaguely visible and becomes increasingly unreal.

I will never forget this night. Because the first time I was in that process, there was a moment of complete

I completely forgot that the other person was my son, and forgot the moral constraints that made me despair. For the first time in that process, I felt

The joy that both sexes should feel during sexual intercourse.

"...Hmm...Hmm..." I moaned under him, not knowing whether I should squeeze my thighs together or

Relaxed, helpless trembling.

The son was moving up and down, he squatted and thrust, the speed was too fast, the sound of their lower abdomen hitting each other was frequent.

It was intense and passionate, and his every movement was accompanied by my moans of pain and pleasure.

Under the light, my face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, my eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and my son was attracted by my unprecedented charm.

The attitude added fuel to the fire. He frantically increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Desperate

He used his glans to push against my cervix wildly. That's where I conceived him.

In the middle, he stopped, stood up, and pulled me up.

I blushed, bit my lips and said nothing. I was so embarrassed that I didn't know whether to obey or refuse.

But I don't know what happened, but in the end I still bent down on the sofa with my hands as the child asked, and then

Lift my butt from behind.

To be honest, when I was with my husband in the past, I didn’t like coming from behind because I had a strong sense of self-esteem and didn’t want to

I felt very humiliated lying down like an animal waiting for him to have sex with me. This posture is for every woman.

Although it was all normal, I felt even more ashamed because my son was standing behind me.

I still remember the first time I did this pose myself. Before that I had no idea

You can do this kind of thing from behind a woman. It was one night, half a year after my brother and I had that incident.

Later, it was also after my stepfather had me for a month or two. My stepfather picked me up from my side sleeping on the bed and taught me how to

He was kneeling on the bed like that - his hands on the bed, his forehead on the bed, his back arched, his legs kneeling on the bed. At once

They were lying down in the same posture as the ministers in the old days when they received the emperor's edicts. He said, let's play a tiger mating game.

As soon as I heard the word "mating", the latent sexual desire that my stepfather had aroused for many days disappeared in an instant.

. Only cats and dogs "mate", does he want to "mate" with me too? Could it be that he is a male dog and I am

Just a bitch?

My stepfather hugged me again and begged me again. I had no choice but to obey, lying on my stomach, with my face red and my butt raised, regardless of my

Shamefully waiting for her stepfather's "mating".

On the low cabinet next to the sofa, a photo of me holding my three-year-old son was right in front of me. Although the light in the house is

It was dark, but I could still see clearly. In the photo, the young me and my babbling son are both smiling happily.

I knelt on the sofa with my buttocks raised. Compared with my plump and white body, my son looked thin and small.

Stand behind me. The way we are now is so different from how we usually get along. I wonder if

What kind of picture would it be if I took a picture of this scene and put it together with the photo on the low cabinet?

Could we have imagined this moment then?

My two plump buttocks are big, white and tender. My son spreads my buttocks with his hands and I bite them.

I pursed my lips, knowing that my organs were now displayed like the pictures of female genitalia in medical books.

In front of his son

My son, now 14 years old, held my hips and thrust forward, his body hitting my

There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh on my fat ass, and he inserted his thing into me from behind again.

in vivo.

"...ah...be gentle..." My son's force pushed my body forward and made me feel

The pain in my lower body made me break the silence and whisper to him.

My son didn't say anything, but my begging seemed to make him move even more violently.

I did my best to support myself with my hands, bit my lips, and endured the blow from behind without saying a word.

One collision after another. I heard the sound of his body hitting my lower abdomen and the sound coming out from below

Under the light, my son stood behind my kneeling, plump, white body. He looked so small, but he

He was the initiator. He held my raised buttocks with both hands and kept moving his hips back and forth, while I was just lying passively.

Get fucked there.

"Ah... um... ah..." I relaxed a little while feeling dizzy. This loosened everything and it all collapsed.

A sound deeper than desire, a humming sound that is carried away by oblivion. My son's crotch hits my ass

The sound from above seemed particularly loud in this quiet moment.

The transparent liquid turns into delicate white foam under the mechanical piston-like movement, surrounding the penis at the vaginal opening.

A section for entering and exiting.

My plump and mature body was heaving, my moans brushed my son's ears, and the wings of sexual desire were crushed

My calm cracked earth. My son was running at full speed, trying to suppress my desire to surpass me. He gently

He whispered in my ear, "Mom, I'm fucking you." This was the first sentence he said to me since we started having sex.

Swear words.

This sentence made me feel like I was in a dream. I stopped moaning. I had already had a physiological reaction because of this sentence.

The shame caused by the tide receded.

I bit my lips tightly, trying to keep silent.

My son didn’t notice these changes in me. On the contrary, he was very upset when he mustered up the courage to tell me what I had said.

I was very nervous, but my silence let him know that I was not angry. This made him even more excited, and his body was heavy

It hits my fat ass, making a bang bang sound. Again and again, my body was shaken back and forth.

The two snow-white breasts swayed in the dim light, looking particularly dazzling.

"Mom, I finally got to taste you again today!..." my son said to me from behind while he was fucking me.

I gave birth to him and raised him just to let him taste what I am like? ...I moaned, my son's words made me even more

Jia was both ashamed and annoyed. I buried my head on the sofa. Because the upper body is tilted downward, the buttocks are lifted higher, and the breasts are

It swayed back and forth from his impact.

My son's penis kept going in and out of my vagina violently, and the two pieces of tender flesh on the outside of my vagina kept

His cock thrust in and out, his thighs constantly hitting my buttocks, making my snow-white buttocks very

An oval redness is about to appear.

"Ah...it turns out that fucking a woman is so comfortable!" the son said involuntarily.

I half-knelt, silently getting fucked as my son said those dirty words, but when I couldn't bear it any longer,

Occasionally, under the thrusting of her son, she could not help but make a "hmm" sound from her mouth.

I know clearly that at this time, I can no longer hope to maintain my dignity as a mother and just be

woman. It's impossible for a man to do that without saying those things to a woman.

"I fuck you, I fuck you, I fuck you..." The son panted and called softly while moving his lower body constantly.

The child behaved like a tireless machine today. For a fourteen-year-old child, his

The staying power amazes me. My moans became louder and louder, and my butt gradually moved upward to meet my son's thrusts.

I felt that his lower body was like a cannonball pointing to the sky, ready to fly out. Then let it explode.

My son finally ejaculated, and his thick semen sprayed into my uterus.

After the last drop of semen flowed out, the son pulled out his thing. I curled up on my side in bed, white

Semen slowly flowed out of my vagina. I lay there twitching, with my head buried in the bed.

at every turn,

The son fell into a deep sleep.

I lay there silently, crying, tears pouring down my cheeks. I was shameless. Yes, I was shameless.

I was fucked by my own son, and I actually felt pleasure, moaning and screaming

It's over. I'm really over. Thinking about everything that happened in the past few days, I just feel like I'm really going crazy

Am I such a shameless woman?

No, I am not. The first few times I was forced. I said to myself.

But what about this time? If not, how do you explain what happened today? How to explain eyes

Everything before? I have almost no resistance to doing those things with my son.

This is a common psychology of women. Since there has been a first and a second time, does it matter what happens next?

I have no idea.

I want to leave this world as soon as possible, as if I had never been here. But I can't do it.

At night, the moon is as pale as a hook. Looking up from my window, a thin layer of mist is floating in the night sky, quiet and peaceful.

It is not tainted by the chaos of the world. I like this kind of night, hazy and elusive.

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the boy lying next to me in the dim moonlight. He was so familiar and

strangeness.

It was dawn, I got up, looked in the mirror, and I almost didn’t recognize myself in it, my hair was messy and my eyes were sad.

"I can't survive this," I said to myself.

"Then go die, death is easy." The other "me" said to myself.

"I want to die, but I don't have the courage."

"Since you don't dare to die, but can't live without a heart, then be willing to be controlled by pain." Another

I answered again.

"I don't!" I almost shouted.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I found that my son had gotten up without me noticing.

"Mom, did you sleep well last night?" My son sat at the dining table, observing my expression carefully.

I didn't answer his greeting. I glanced at the breakfast on the table and shuddered slightly. Then I looked at

He: “It’s okay… you did it?”

"Yes! I will do it often in the future so that mom won't be so tired." The son's tone was surprisingly gentle.

appearance.

I didn't say anything. After washing up, I sat down and ate the meal my son cooked for me for the first time in his life.

My son was busy serving me, handing me napkins and bringing me milk. Of course I know this is a quilt

The reward after the child "goes up".

When my son left for school, he actually said goodbye to me, "Mom," just like usual.

Don't want to go to work.

I took half a day off in the morning and wandered aimlessly alone on the street.

On this sunny morning, I didn't even have the courage to raise my head when I walked out of the house. The sun is bright.

It pierced my heart, revealing my shameful thoughts, which had nowhere to hide.

I have lost myself at the intersection of this deserted ancient northern city.

Just when I was feeling depressed and helpless, the chirping of crickets came from my handbag. The phone is new,

No matter which pop music is used as a ringtone, it seems to be a little inappropriate, as if it alludes to my sad situation.

The most primitive single string sound, all telephones have the same ring tone. When I saw the number, I felt a warm feeling.

Hello Zheng,

"...Sister, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you go to work today?"

"It's okay, I'm just in a bad mood and not feeling well..." I said perfunctorily.

"I'm fine, why do I hear you talking listlessly? Who has offended you?" Zheng Hao smiled on the phone.

Heartless.

"I'm just in a bad mood..." I said.

"What's wrong with that? It's okay. I'll treat you to a meal after get off work. Tell me about it." Zheng Hao was on the phone.

Maybe he could tell that I was in a bad mood and said this to me with concern.

"No, I just need to take a rest..." I was a little touched, but still refused her. Happened to me

You can't tell anyone what's happening to you. You can only solve it yourself.

But can I solve it by myself?

When I got home, I felt a little tired, so I decided to take a shower to wash away my fatigue and sadness. In the sound of rushing water

In the middle, I let my heart rise and fall, and a faint clean fragrance came from my body. I wrapped myself in a soft nightgown.

I made myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the head of the bed. Although I have been severely warned not to drink coffee like this anymore

It was too bad for my stomach, but I really couldn't resist it. I thought about dying when I first had that kind of relationship with my son.

I really wish I could die right away. The pain is like an extremely sharp knife, cutting my fragile body every second.

Weak heart.

Although the pain was so shocking and unbearable, I did not die. This shows that human beings have a very high endurance.

Most of the time we are much stronger than we think. It's ridiculous, isn't it?

I don't have the courage to commit suicide, even with this life now.

What will happen in the future?

There is no end to the road ahead.

Be it bitter or sweet, sad or happy, windy or snowy... there is no end. As

As a mother and a woman, when faced with the problems I faced, no matter who you are, as long as you get through the first few days,

The biggest problem and the most worrying thing is to think about the future, what to do in the future, and what to do in the future.

How can I face my son in the future? I wonder if he will lose respect for me in the future.

Because we are a mother-son incestuous relationship, I feel very frustrated and care a lot about his attitude towards me. Son in the morning

After being depressed for so many days due to his performance, I seemed to see a ray of sunshine.

I sat barefoot on the balcony. The sun shone on my face, making me dizzy. The sky is so blue. Time

Almost stopped.

I know life will never be the same again.

But it doesn't look like it has completely collapsed yet.

My son's behavior when he left this morning made me realize that life is not so bad that it cannot continue.

After all, if we don't do that, I'm still his mother. This is my only hope now

. If I let it go, at least the family can remain intact on the surface. If I really can't get over it,

Not only me, but my son will also lose everything.

After all, life must go on. Maybe, God has destined that this is the life I have to face.

Life is a big refinement ground, and we are all forced to change our appearance. Surrender to fate.

A pigeon whistle sounded outside the window, and countless pigeons flew up from the sunken square. In an instant, it was overwhelming.

It blew past my office window quickly. I was fascinated by the flock of pigeons flying freely, my eyes followed their soaring

Xiang was stuck in the sky.

I made an appointment with Zheng Hao to go shopping after get off work. Life has to go on, I have to try to make myself happy

It had been cloudy for several days, but today the clouds finally cleared and the sun rose. After get off work, I walked quickly towards the elevator.

It's rare to have such good weather. Somehow, after I figured it out in my mind yesterday, I no longer felt that kind of

Worse than death.

When I got out of the subway station, I saw Zheng Hao waving at me. When I saw her dress, I immediately thought

As a person who has experienced this, I criticized her, "Zheng Hao, why are you wearing such high heels? You will be tired after shopping later!"

I changed into comfortable flat running shoes when I got off work. I had a heavy shopping day today and I didn't want to wear high heels.

Zheng Hao smiled nonchalantly, "Won't our hospital have a New Year's Eve party in a while? I'll buy

I bought this pair of shoes to wear at the party. I wanted to match an outfit today, so I wore these shoes to try on the outfit. It's okay, sister.

I'm very good. I can run like the wind even in seven-inch high heels... Besides, let's walk slowly, slowly.

Take a slow stroll, no problem. "

So I sighed and once again envied her youthful vigor. Although I am thirty-eight, I am not afraid of not knowing the value of things.

I am afraid of comparing products with others. When I stood next to Zheng Haowang, I deeply realized what it means that time is like a knife. I used to

I had a youth when I ran fast on seven-inch stilts, but after spraining my ankle a few times, I became a fan of running shoes. Those ones

The carefree and carefree life I once had was shattered into pieces by the sharp knife of reality...

Sigh again, all is past, the romance is always blown away by the rain and wind

So, the two of them walked slowly, strolled slowly, turned into a small road, and found the shopping paradise Plaza A just in front of them.

far away. Zheng Hao's cell phone rang. It was her mother calling, asking her when she would go home for the New Year. I'm listening

Zheng Hao acted coquettishly and naughtily to her mother on the phone, and she felt sweet inside.

I started looking for some cases or reports of incest on the Internet, mainly about mother-son incest.

Lun's. I didn't expect that there are so many things in this world that are almost the same as what happened to me.

There are many emotions, and some of them are the feelings expressed by women like me who are mothers afterwards. I'm serious

Reading those words

"When the mother found out that her son had entered the period of sexual development and began to have nocturnal emissions and ejaculations, she

Improper handling of the relationship between mother and child during a period of time can be said to be one of the important reasons for the occurrence of incestuous behavior in the future.

Some of us know that our children have grown up, but we don’t pay too much attention to it and continue to maintain an overly close relationship.

For example, continue to bathe the child, bathe with the child, or continue to sleep in the same bed with the child; some parents start to sleep in separate beds from their sons.

But the overly intimate behavior remains unchanged. For example, she is too casual in her clothes, and doesn't mind exposing herself in front of her son.

Half naked, she still maintains the overly intimate mother-son contact of the past, expressing her feelings by hugging and kissing her son.

Care, comfort, etc. Some middle-aged mothers will still talk about the intimacy between mother and son, such as saying that their son

I have to touch certain parts of my body to fall asleep, or talk about how my son can't leave his mother and depends on his mother.

"The child doesn't leave the bed, etc., and our tone seems to think that the child is just being spoiled." However, as children age,

As boys grow older, especially after the age of eleven or twelve, with the onset of puberty and the awakening of sexual awareness, will they

Are you indifferent to your mother's body as a mature woman? If the vague sexual impulses of adolescence are directed towards oneself

Isn’t the death of a mother a tragedy for modern people? "

The following is an interview report: On August 18, a 9-year-old boy behaved abnormally.

He always clings to his mother, often hugging her and kissing her crazily, her neck, arms, legs, and everything in between.

No matter how much he beat or scolded her, she would not let go... She even said, "Mom, your thighs are so sexy!"

The 9-year-old boy often climbs on his mother and kisses her madly, calling her "honey", "baby",

He kept calling her "wife" and even said, "Mom, your thighs are so sexy!" If mom didn't let him

He would not give up until he kissed her... The mother said, "That kind of attitude really scared me. Now I am a little afraid to go alone.

Be alone with him. 』

"Baby, you are so sexy, be my wife!" 'These words came from a 9-year-old boy.

The target is his own biological mother.

On August 18, the reporter met the mother and son. The mother, Zhao Xin (pseudonym), said: "My son often holds

I just started kissing him like crazy, on my neck, arms, legs, he kissed them all, and he wouldn't let go no matter how much I beat or scolded him..."

As they were talking, her 9-year-old son Tiantian (pseudonym) secretly went to the next room.

"Kiss" mom, and want mom to be his wife

Zhao Xin said that she had been troubled by this problem for several months, but she did not solve it until yesterday because she was "embarrassed".

Call the newspaper for help.

Since the beginning of this year, Ms. Yang felt that her son's attitude and behavior towards her were "a little abnormal." Son

The child would often climb on top of him and kiss him like crazy, calling him "honey", "baby", "wife".

Non-stop.

"When it's hot at home, I usually wear less clothes. He saw the exposed parts of my body, such as my neck,

He would kiss my arms and thighs madly and say, "Mom, your thighs are so sexy!" "If I don't let

If she kisses him, he won't stop... That attitude really scares me. Now I don't even dare to be alone with him.

It's over. "

Zhao Xin said that his son used to kiss him, but not as crazily as he does now. "(Now) he is already a grown man.

The kind of kiss between people, sometimes even sticking out the tongue. "

An incident that happened last month, which she considered to be "more serious", made her determined to "keep her son company".

Other kids are different.”

"One day, we were watching TV and my husband was there. Suddenly, my son climbed on top of me and started

It was the kind of action that only men and women would do when they were intimate. I was so surprised that my mind went blank, but I still pretended not to know.

I asked him sincerely, "What are you doing? 'He actually said to me, 'Mom, don’t you know this? "I

He replied, "I don't know? ' Then he laughed and said the two obscene words in Changsha dialect

Character……"

What surprised Zhao Xin even more was that her son later told her that these actions and words were often

Xiaoliang (pseudonym), a classmate who played with him, told him.

At this time, Tiantian was not in the room. When the reporter came in, he was watching TV and ran to

The next room. Before this, when he heard that reporters were coming, he was so angry that he "locked" himself in the room.

My son likes to watch intimate scenes on TV

Why is my son like this? This is a question that Zhao Xin has been thinking hard about but cannot find the answer to.

One detail that bothered her was that her son particularly liked watching intimate scenes on TV. When you touch that

I asked to change the channel, but he wouldn't let me, saying "I just like watching it, so I want to watch it".

There are many such scenes on TV, and we can’t guard against them. In Zhao Xin's opinion, the cartoon "a little bit pornographic"

"Crayon Shin-chan" is also my son's favorite.

"Once, we were watching TV together and there was another intimate scene on TV. My son turned around and

She asked me and my husband very seriously, "What are they doing? Why don't you kiss before going to bed? 』」

The couple was so embarrassed that they were speechless for a long time.

But Zhao Xin doesn't think this is the main reason for his son's current condition. "Other children also watch TV.

Television is not specifically for us, so why aren’t other children like this? "

Regarding the reporter's other guess, Zhao Xin denied it without hesitation: "My husband and I usually

I am very careful and never do anything intimate in front of him, so it is definitely not influenced by my parents. "

"Is your husband often at home? Does he spend much time with his son?" This time, Zhao Xin was silent.

Then she said that her husband was a businessman and often came home after lunch at 12 o'clock at night, so

We don't really spend much time together with my son.

But her doubts came up again: "Many other boys were raised by single mothers, why is there no such thing?

A crazy act? "

"Several other kids he played with also said those two words."

"It seemed like all the five or six kids who played with my son knew about it," Zhao Xin said.

"My son has a pair of twin friends who are only half a year older than him. One time, they came to my house to play.

The twins were playing with toys when they blurted out those two words. I was very angry and asked them where they got them from.

They laughed and kept silent at first, but later said they learned it from a classmate.

That’s Xiaoliang, the guy who taught my son bad things before. Xiaoliang's parents are divorced and he lives with his mother. "For this reason, Zhao Xin also

I contacted this single mother, but she didn't know what was going on either.

"Other kids say those things, but they still don't kiss me like my son does."

The scholar was very distressed.

However, Tiantian's current situation reminded her of something she heard from a colleague many years ago. "At that time

I am not married yet. My colleague told me that she once went to a friend's house and her friend's son was only 8 years old and looked very cute.

Love, he stuck to my colleague when he saw her, and later, the little boy even wanted to kiss her, and it was a French kiss! My colleague

I was so scared at the time that I never went to his house again. "

The thing that he had "never believed" before, now happened between him and his son. Zhao Xin felt

"Helpless and sad." 「

Also, for example, one mother said: We have never slept in a separate bed from our son. My son is seven years old.

Recently, he has been asking to see my lower body. When asked why, he said: I want to see what the difference is between men and women.

I told him that women don’t have penises, they just have a small hole for peeing. But this still cannot satisfy

I had to tell him that it is ugly for boys to look at girls’ lower body, and that the teacher will tell you the answer when you grow up.

But my stubborn son was not satisfied and wanted to touch my lower body. How can I get rid of this thought in my son?

One mother said: We slept in the same bed together all the time. When he was a teenager, he

The last time I had a wet dream, my quilt and body were all dirty. He was scared and nervous so he woke me up.

Although I am a mother, it is difficult for me as a woman to explain what is going on, so I simply said: "You are

"But gradually, I became more dependent on my son mentally. Sometimes I would see him naked at night."

"I'm actually starting to feel strangely excited..."

Another mother described it this way: I know my son is very dependent on me, and now looking back, I can also say that he

Very obsessed with me. But at that time I always thought that I was his biological mother and nothing would happen. To him

Some of his actions were not stopped in time, for example, he often hugged me, kissed me, and had to hold me in his arms before he could fall asleep.

Until one night, I woke up from a dream after not having had a sexual dream for many years. It turned out that I was dreaming about having sex with my own son.

It was only then that I realized how terrible I was… “In most cases of incest, the mother’s reaction is

Similar: My psychological defenses began to relax a little bit, and I would often just scold my son for his excessive behavior, and

Blame, or acquiescence and tolerance, are often not followed by severe punishment and education. "

The reactions and psychology of several mothers at this time are described as follows: (1). . . I have realized

I began to feel scared of what my son was thinking. He had such thoughts about me, which was a shame to our ancestors.

He is like this

I felt a strange sense of pleasure when he was with me... I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid that he would stay away from me.

"(2) My son's actions are getting bolder and bolder, which makes me a little worried. Sometimes I really

I wanted to scold him severely, but looking at the way he acted like a spoiled brat to me, he was just a child. I thought he would grow up.

It’s okay…” (3) I admit that I also feel happy when he is being affectionate with me. Thinking back to when we were kids

I also felt happy when he sucked my milk. In fact, when he was a child, there was no part of my body that he didn't see.

Have you touched it? Now he is just acting crazy for a while. Let him be "crazy". It will definitely not be good for his mother.

It's considered hooliganism... "(4)... My son actually did such a disgusting thing to me. Things have come to this point.

I know I am also responsible. It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, but sometimes I have wild thoughts myself…”

There are also some self-narrations from boys who are sons: (1) In the summer, when my mother gave me a bath, I

My penis got erect, but it was not intentional. My mother smiled and asked me "Are you ashamed?" I don't think my mother disliked me.

Like that. . . "(2) When I take a shower with my mother, I am happy to let her help me clean my private parts.

Mom didn't refuse. . . "(3) ... I deliberately put my change of clothes in the room while taking a shower, and then

"(4) When my mother and I sleep at night, I deliberately get very close to her. Sometimes

I would even stick my penis to my mother’s lower body… (5)… Whenever I came home from school, my mother would hug me.

Hug me, and if I do well in the exam, my mother will kiss my forehead as a reward. . . That day, I deliberately used the

I greeted my mother with the lover's hug I had learned. I pressed my body against hers, pressing my chest against hers.

My mother's breasts were full, but she was not angry. She just said, "Let me go, I can't breathe."

(6). . . When my mother is in a bad or hot mood, she always kisses my face and lets me kiss her face too.

Forehead. . . That morning, I helped my mother clean the room. My mother happily kissed me and asked me to kiss her too.

I kissed my mother on the lips, and I trembled and said, "This bastard

"She walked away..." (7) My mother and I always sleep together, and she always hugs me to sleep. Sometimes

I was also allowed to suckle at the breast like a toddler when I pleased. . . There were a few nights when my mother fell asleep.

She put her hand into my pants and touched the hairy area. Mom woke up only once, and I pulled my hand out.

Come, scold me and go back to sleep. . . So that time, I boldly pressed my penis against my mother's big pussy through her pants.

Gently rub the base of my legs... "(8)... When my mother asked me to wipe my back, I deliberately used a towel to wipe her back.

I touched my mother’s lower body. My mother dodged but didn’t say anything.” (9) I like to touch my mother’s body when she sleeps.

Sometimes he would deliberately touch his chest, genitals and other sensitive parts to see my reaction, and sometimes he would scold me. . .

I masturbated and ejaculated on my mother's underwear and bra and let her know... "(10) My mother was very tired from work.

She likes me to give her a massage. I started by touching her breasts intentionally or unintentionally, and then I started to caress her

Breasts and thighs..."

A little boy's question and the answer from the so-called experts:

"ask

Today, when my mother came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, I saw her pubic hair through her panties again.

My mom has me so obsessed. I really want to kiss my mother and caress her. But I dare not.

I felt like I was going crazy. I really wanted to touch my mother's pubic hair. How can I touch my mother's vagina?

hair?

I long to kiss my mother's pubic hair. Am I really crazy? Am I a pervert? ——Feeling like going crazy

Boy

answer

Boy who thinks he is going crazy, you are not crazy. You're not a pervert. Please rest assured.

If you feel like you are going crazy, it means you are sober and rational. Obsessed with mom, wanting to kiss and caress her

Being a mother is a common human emotion shared by many people, even thousands of people.

Seeing my mother's pubic hair and wanting to touch it is not abnormal. Don't say you saw your mother's pubic hair with your own eyes.

Many people will see the words "Mom's pubic hair" or hear someone mention "Mom's pubic hair" and

It was stimulated all of a sudden.

If you say you are a pervert, then many people are even more perverted, aren't they? We know that there is no such thing in the world.

So many perverted people. Conclusion: You are normal, not abnormal.

Your desire to caress and kiss your mother's pubic hair is understandable. Nothing is difficult in the world if you set your mind to it.

In fact, you can easily touch your mother's pubic hair.

My mother's pubic hair, like her hair, falls off and is metabolized every day. You can pay attention to the bathroom,

I kept collecting my mother's pubic hair in the bathroom and on her bed, and soon I had a small handful.

Holding a handful of mother's pubic hair in your hand is also like touching mother's pubic hair, isn't it? Kiss You Collection

Your mother's pubic hair can relieve your hunger to some extent.

If your mother finds out that you collect her pubic hair, there's nothing wrong with that. It might even be a better thing.

I wish you all the best! "

What surprised me was that there were some articles that specifically analyzed mother-son incest in depth and tried to give

Explanation: According to current moral concepts, sexual relations between mother and child would be considered as a great rebellion against morality.

Incest is a tragedy. What's funny is that people ignore the reasons why incest occurs. In fact, incest is this

A product of a sexually repressed society. It is this closed and narrow secular view that actually creates incest. This concept has not been recognized

Really think about the deep confusion of human nature. People ignore the sexual demands of young people and deprive them of their sexual

The right to life. This leads to various sexual problems among teenagers, including incest. We should see

In modern society, what harm is there in sexual activities between mother and child as long as they are not for the purpose of reproduction? People are

But I can't explain why, I just shout about morality and ethics, but what will happen if I violate these moral ethics?

There is no definite conclusion as to what kind of harm it causes. In fact, we can completely regard the sexual behavior between mother and child as a simple

Sexual intercourse between two sexes, when not leading to childbearing, does not affect the physical and mental health of both parties.

Causes too many negative effects. 「

Although your sexual behavior with your son may bring you pleasure in the short term, it is dangerous in the long term.

The harmful effects will become apparent in the near future.

It has a very negative and harmful impact on the son's personality development and future marriage choices. With the son's self

As his consciousness gradually improves, he will realize the horror of incestuous behavior, will be condemned by morality, and will feel self-blame, guilt,

Panic, anxiety, etc. will form shadows, and in severe cases will lead to personality split. In their psychosexual development,

This can lead to sexual perversion and Oedipus complex, etc.

Your behavior with your son will affect your relationship with your husband. At present, your husband has not discovered your behavior.

Once discovered, the consequences will be serious, and you may not even realize it.

Your behavior with your son will also affect their father-son relationship. If it is not handled properly, it will cause the child to hate his father.

The complex deteriorates the relationship between father and son and creates tension.

Therefore, you need to realize the seriousness of the problem. As a mother, you should take the initiative to stop this behavior.

I read and reread whatever texts I could find. At least, they make me feel

There are people like me in the world, I am not alone. This more or less comforted me. same

At the same time, I also realized that what my son did to me could be explained theoretically.

I even met a woman who had the same experience as me in a chat room by chance.

My online name is Huang Yue. After we tried to communicate, I didn’t hesitate to tell her what happened to me.

The main reason I did this was because it was safer online.

I really need to talk to someone about this, or I'll go crazy.

Huang Yue: "After Xiaolan listened to my story, she didn't give me any advice. Then she told me her story:

My situation was basically the same as yours. It was a summer night, and it suddenly started raining in the middle of the night. I got up to collect the clothes.

I was wearing very little at the time. When my son heard it was raining, he got up and started collecting clothes. Because the rain was coming down hard and fast, my son and I

My clothes were soaked because it was a summer night and I wore very little when I went to bed. The rain soaked my clothes and they were half wet.

It was transparent. After my son and I took back the clothes, I saw my son was looking at me. I went back to my room.

I went to change clothes, but my son came in when I was changing clothes.

He went out, but he came up and hugged me. He raped me, and afterwards my son knelt on the ground...

No more words! After all, he is my son. What can I do to him? Since then, my son and I have been

Everything is fine now. My son has a girlfriend now, and I am very happy. My son and I are used to it now.

At that time, my son was 15 and I was 38. Now my son is 21. To be honest, I still feel very good. "

But... after all, they are mother and son... After listening to this woman's story, I felt comforted.

But I still can't let it go.

…Although they are mother and son, they are still a man and a woman…As long as others don’t know…

What do you think? …she said to me.

I am speechless. As long as other people don't know? That's all I can hope for now.

I tried to gather all kinds of information and use all kinds of reasons to justify my behavior, so that I could feel better psychologically.

balance. For example, I comfort myself by saying, "I won't have children, and this will not harm society."

During the social period, people did not yet have sexual intercourse, so how could there be any incest? The incest taboo is a rule imposed by later generations.

If you don't have children, you won't harm society." "One incest is incest, and multiple incest is also incest." "We don't have

We love each other deeply and are much purer than other hypocritical people", etc.

I also know that social moral standards will not accept such explanations and defenses, but this is all I can do.

Yes, that's all I can do.

There is nothing I can do. I can't make what has happened not happen.

I began to stop clinging painfully. As long as my son doesn't go too far, I will sometimes obey him and satisfy him. one

Two to three times a week, my son is not satisfied with this frequency, but I know I can't just let him do whatever he wants.

This kind of thing can't be done often, it's very harmful to the body, one drop of semen is ten drops of blood... I told him, after I finished speaking,

I tried my best to look away so that my son wouldn't see my face.

Every time I did it, I would cry because of the deep guilt.

One day, the company distributed a lot of things. I couldn't carry all the big and small bags in my hand, so I had to find a

A human-powered tricycle helped me.

This woman is about my age, but she looks really old, with skin damaged by the sun.

He was very tanned, his face was covered with wrinkles and freckles. But my smile is bright, very cheerful, happy and satisfied

On the face.

She told me that she and her husband have been making a living by riding a rickshaw for almost ten years. them

We bought a house in the city and brought a child who was about the same age as my son to go to school in the city. We lived a very happy life.

She felt very satisfied, shuttling back and forth in the city every day, and the happiest thing was to attract more customers,

Make some money.

At that moment, I even envied their ordinary and hard life, where the three of them ate three meals a day together.

Having a meal, watching TV and telling jokes is actually a kind of real happiness.

Will I ever get a taste of what it's like to have a normal family life? I asked myself with a wry smile.

Another major surgery.

I returned home tired at night and found that my husband had returned.

When his son came home from school, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

My heart was pounding, and I was really afraid of what might happen.

My son came into the room excitedly. He was stunned at first when he saw me, and then I could see obvious unhappiness between his brows.

But fortunately, the child still tried hard to pretend and went up to say hello to his father as usual. He mentioned in frustration

He returned to his room with his luggage. Everything happened so suddenly, which was definitely something he had not expected.

I felt a little relieved and went to the kitchen to cook, but before I knew it, Zi slipped in.

Your dad is back and you have to be obedient. I looked at my son seriously. He is very smart and should be able to understand what I mean.

Come.

Don't worry, mom. My son smiled at me, a very wicked smile.

I couldn't help but blush.

night.

With a "bang", the husband turned off the bedside lamp. The bedroom suddenly became dark.

I put down the book at hand, laid the pillow flat, straightened the quilt, and said, "Good night."

My husband reached out and tried to touch my arm, but I rolled over.

The husband's hand was still in the air. After a long while, he took it back awkwardly. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The chandelier on the ceiling and the screen window were not closed. The wind made the curtains rustle, and sometimes blew a crack, so that you could see

See the moon by the window.

When the light came in, I could just make out the outline of the room. Two people were sleeping together on the bed but not hugging each other.

After a long time, my husband turned around and faced my back. He hesitantly put his hand on my shoulder.

Inch by inch, he got closer, then inch by inch, holding me in his arms.

I am just coping with my husband as I always have been. There is no emotion at all, the kind of love that lasts for ten years and thousands of years

The same posture and movements once excited me when I was newly married. In recent years, this unchanging life

The process has become as boring as taking a shower or brushing teeth.

My husband is still the same as before, he is not satisfied with me, he puts his hand into my pajamas and squeezes me like a stress ball

He didn't even get up, but went in against my back while playing with my breasts. Slowly and simply, but time is not

After a while, I couldn't help but make a sound of the fusion of body and mind.

I never loved him nor liked him. Some people may feel sorry for him, but I know not.

Based on my woman's intuition, I knew that he would have been without a woman during the one or two months he was away from us.

But I will not refuse. As a woman, a middle-aged woman, I hope that my charm will always be

My husband's burning eyes and his irresistible heavy breathing are an encouragement and affirmation to me.

Feel psychologically satisfied.

He was doing the same things to me as before, and I was trying to follow his movements, but in my heart I was

I wanted it to end quickly, and during the process I couldn't help but think of my son.

I was bewildered at why I was beginning to react this way.

When his father is around, the son is usually very honest. This makes me feel reassured. He is smart and knows that her husband is not

The days I was at home belonged to him, and more importantly, he did not slack off in his studies. He knew very well that

If it affects my studies, then it is absolutely unacceptable to me.

If my husband is not at home, he will pester me.

I don't know how to refuse him anymore. Sometimes, my husband and I have sex at night, and my son has sex the next day

Just keep pestering me. Just like what the ancients said: father and son are buried in the same grave, it seems to be true for our family.

Women are inherently at a disadvantage in sex because we have no protrusions on our bodies and we do not have the ability to sense the flesh of the opposite sex.

It is an external organ that cannot invade the body, so it has been passive for thousands of years. So there was sexual intercourse between men and women

In fact, people don't say a woman slept with a man, they only say a man slept with a woman.

So, even though Xiaodong is my son, when that happened between us, he was the one who slept with me, and I was the one he slept with.

of. To put it more bluntly, he fucked me and I was fucked by him. He conquered me, and I was conquered by him.

The above is undoubtedly one of the main reasons why children who are also mother-loving like their mothers.

At this time, they completely changed their roles, from being passive all the time to being active.

Maybe for those boys, there is nothing more exciting than conquering their mother in bed.

It was undoubtedly exciting for them to see the mother, whom they once revered, screaming in pleasure after being fucked by them.

Now, he is the conqueror and I am the conquered.

So, my son would call me from time to time when he was in that state.

He would call me mom all the time, and he liked to call me that while fucking me as I moaned.

I knew he did that because he wanted me to know he was fucking me.

My son likes to have sex with me while looking at photos and reminiscing about the past. Follow his words and think about the past

Thinking about all the little things that happened between us as mother and son, and then thinking about how I am being fucked by him now, there is nothing more exciting than this.

He would touch and pinch my plump buttocks and say, "Mom, your body is so soft, lying on it is like lying on a

On the cotton bag. "I could only bite my lip and ignore him.

That day he forcibly pulled my hand and put it on his erection... Mom, feel it, this is my erection

"…My son said to me with a smile."

This sentence made me realize that this child has not forgotten the so-called sex education I gave him when he was a child.

This makes me feel complicated because it shows that my education didn't work at all.

The body of a mature woman is a huge temptation for a boy who has just entered puberty.

My son stripped me naked, told me to lie on the bed and put a pillow under my butt.

I blushed and listened to him as I lifted my legs up, exposing the most private area between my legs.

In front of him.

I have a lot of pubic hair, which is thick, shiny, black, and slightly curly, all over and on both sides of my labia majora.

It covers my brown vagina from top to bottom, and at the bottom is my more private anus. The color of this whole area is

The color is in sharp contrast with my snow-white and smooth skin.

Under the light, I tried my best to overcome my shame, biting my lips and blushing.

Watching my son fiddling with that part of mine.

"Look at the strong pines in the dusk, they are still calm as the clouds fly by. There is a fairy cave in the sky, and the infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak."

My son was reciting poetry while playing with that part of mine.

I was stunned, and then I realized that what he was reciting was written by Mao Zedong. Seven-character quatrain: "Inscribed on the poem "The Immortal of Mount Lu" taken by Comrade Li Jin"

"Photos of Man Cave". This little rascal! I felt ashamed and embarrassed, and I was also wondering how my son could know this at such a young age.

So many.

"Mom, why do you have so much pubic hair?" My son likes to ask me while playing with me.

When I heard that word coming out of his mouth, I closed my eyes, panted slightly and ignored him, my face was red as if it was about to drip

Get in the water.

"...Mom, do you know? I used to be very curious about this part of a woman. Two years ago, my family just bought a computer.

When I was on the phone, I used Baidu to search "What does a woman's private part look like?" 'As a result, you know Baidu knows

What is the best answer? "...my son asked while fiddling with my labia with his fingers.

"... Um... what?" ... I lay there, feeling the pleasure my son's fingers brought me

I couldn't help asking.

"The best answer given by Baidu Knows is 'B'!" My son raised his head and looked at me.

"Disgusting!" All I could do was stare at him with a red face.

"So this is how you play with a woman!" my son said as he flipped my labia minora. His fingers gently pushed her apart

He inserted his middle finger into her vagina, which was warm and slippery, and her vaginal fluid quickly wet his finger.

But my son's words reminded me of something in the past. This thing should have happened.

This happened to me and my son not long ago: I was watching TV that day, and he was reading the newspaper after finishing his homework.

He came over and pointed to a sentence on the newspaper and asked me what it meant. I looked at the newspaper and saw that it said

In a report about a high-ranking official's corruption, there was a sentence like this: "He is suspected of accepting bribes of more than 9 million yuan,

He misappropriated more than 26 million yuan of public funds and embezzled more than 180,000 yuan of public funds. People talked about him behind his back as "playing with power,

A cadre who plays with money and women. "Mom, what is playing with women?" the son pointed out.

Ask me that question. I didn't expect him to ask this, and I felt awkward for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"…This…" I hesitated. This is indeed hard to explain. I even feel a little annoyed about writing this article.

Come. What does it mean? The son standing next to him seemed determined not to give up until he understood the situation. "……oh……

That means he is very bad..." I made an excuse and left quickly.

"Mom, what is playing with women?" the son suddenly asked again.

I was also stunned, and then I saw the child with a smirk on his face.

It suddenly dawned on me, that's what it is! It turns out that he asked me intentionally at that time! He was teasing at that time

"Bad guy!" I said hatefully.

"Tell me! What does it mean to play with a woman?" the son insisted. His fingers rubbed my most sensitive part quickly

The clitoris made me feel numb and numbed as if I was electrocuted.

"...Hmm..." I couldn't stop panting and kept moaning: "...Hmm...Hmm...

Ah…ah.”

"Aren't you just now..." I said, biting my lip, and my face became redder.

I often see in newspapers examples of "such and such high-ranking officials who played with women, brought disaster upon themselves, and ended up in disgrace".

Or the State Council issued some decrees, "prohibiting the use of public funds for lavish eating and drinking, playing with women..." and other documents.

Whenever I see these, I feel deeply angry and sad. The word "play" is full of

Contempt also fully demonstrates the inequality in the social status of men and women. The country calls for gender equality every day, but can we use words to compete?

Such inequality implicitly puts women at a lower level, because toys can be played with, animals can be played with, but how can people

Can you play? God created humans to pass on their lineage, and did not stipulate who would play with whom. Why did later generations

Will our descendants create a word for “play”? It makes many female compatriots feel very uncomfortable when they hear it.

Of course I couldn't explain so much to him now. My face was red and my ears were hot. His hand had already made me aroused.

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But Zheng Hao is Zheng Hao after all. When she accompanied me to the kitchen to wash the dishes after dinner, she winked at me mysteriously.

"...Sister, I never thought your son has grown up."

"What?" I was caught off guard and didn't react for a moment.

"Look at me dyeing my toenails just now. He didn't even blink when he watched me. What a little pervert! He will definitely be a nymphomaniac when he grows up."

I bit my lip and didn't say anything, but my face turned slightly red.

"Your Xiaodong is still very well behaved. Sister, you don't know what kids are like nowadays!" Zheng Hao suddenly

Suddenly, she remembered something and said to me with great interest: "Children nowadays are really strange. They dare to say anything.

It is said that they dare to do especially rebellious things. Last night when I came back from the supermarket, there were three children about 10 years old at the door.

The little boy was playing with a plastic AK-47. After entering the gate, they asked me for the key in a strange way.

Then he threatened me, "If you don't take it, I will rape you," and the other two agreed. Do you believe this?

These words coming from the mouths of these little brats really blew my mind. After going upstairs, I heard someone shouting from behind:

Come down, come down, come down. Later, I went downstairs again for something, this time with my boyfriend. They saw

After I left, I wanted to come over again, but when I saw my boyfriend looking at them, I didn't dare and shrank back. Kids nowadays are really

It's so annoying. I guess they learned these words from online games, because they always hang around the Internet cafe downstairs from me.

Last time I was playing games in an Internet cafe, a group of kids were pointing and talking behind me, level 38, Asura,

Online games like AK are really killing these kids. "

"Yes! I nodded. The Internet should bear a great responsibility for my son's current condition."

"Haha, I wonder if they know what rape is." Zheng laughed.

I didn't say anything else, but I knew for sure that those kids knew what rape was. Sending Zheng Haoyi away

Afterwards, my heart still couldn't calm down.

My son went to the bathroom to take a shower. I finally plucked up the courage to go to my son's room and pick up the

Small picture frame. In the photo, my seven or eight-year-old son is riding a bicycle and smiling at me proudly. His childish

The laughter infected me so strongly that I instinctively raised the corners of my mouth to him, but I didn't laugh. Holding up that photo,

Suddenly, I completely collapsed. I held the photo to my chest and tears streamed down my face. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.

She burst into tears on his bed.

The night finally calmed down. The noisy hawking and honking of horns during the day were now gone, and the moon was still

The light also quietly receded, and the city seemed like a monster that had sunk to the bottom of the water, stripping off its bustling disguise during the day and spreading out its

The tired limbs and exhausted look are clearly visible.

In the days since the accident, I feel like I have been drowned in tears, I can't think of anything, I am overwhelmed by grief.

Knocked down by despair, I became limp like mud and could not stand up anymore. I thought about escaping, running away from home, escaping to the mountains,

Escape to the temple, and you will be free from desires and worries. I have thought about death more than once.

But, I can't do it.

After taking two tranquilizers, I forced myself to sleep. I feel dizzy and don't know when I fall asleep.

Wearing.

Women believe in fate. People who believe in fate are those who are afraid of fate because they are powerless to fight against it. I have been

This feeling of powerlessness has haunted me since I was a child until now.

Why did fate arrange me this way? I look forward to fate giving me a correct answer.