Desire 1.2 (Adult novel adapted from anime)

Chapter 01

It's the weekend again. After work, I bought half a frozen chicken at the supermarket. When I got home, my son had already returned from school and was watching TV in the living room. My husband, who was a first mate on an ocean-going cargo ship, had just set off for South Africa, and this trip would probably be another ten days to half a month.

As usual, when he saw me come in, my son would come up and take the food to the kitchen for me.

I smiled and went back to my bedroom.

I put my handbag on the bedside table, but didn't change my clothes immediately. I calculated that the time was almost up, so I tilted my head slightly and caught a glimpse of a figure outside the half-open bedroom door out of the corner of my eye. I smiled and began to unbutton my suit.

All the buttons were unbuttoned, I took off my tweed jacket and threw it on the bed. I had no shirt on, just a flesh-colored lace bra. I put my hands on my lower abdomen and gently stroked it. Although I had given birth to a child, my lower abdomen was still flat and firm. One of my hands slid to my lower back and found the zipper buckle of the skirt and gently pulled it down with two fingers. The linen skirt slid down my thighs and gathered at my ankles. I bent down slightly, bent one leg and stepped out of the skirt. I was wearing a flesh-colored embroidered lace hollow briefs of the same style as my bra, and a pair of light flesh-colored stockings on my legs. I bent down even more and bent one leg, with my plump and round buttocks raised high towards the direction of the bedroom door. Then I took off the beige open-toed high heels on my feet with my hands, and stepped on the carpet beside the bed in my stockings.

I could almost hear my son swallowing his saliva outside the bedroom door. I smiled. My son will be 13 years old next month and is in puberty. I have noticed his peeping behavior a long time ago, but he has good grades and is an obedient child, so I have never exposed him. I just think of it as a reward from his mother.

I thought about it and wondered whether I should give my son a little more sweetness today. For several months, he had only seen me half-naked in underwear. Thinking of my son who had scored high marks in recent comprehensive exams, I quickly put my hands behind my back to unfasten the clasp of my bra. As soon as I loosened the shoulder straps, I first protected my chest with one hand and threw the bra on the bed with the other hand. As soon as they were freed from the restraints of the bra, the pair of 36D breasts jumped out like naughty little rabbits. My breasts are relatively large, and like most women of my age, they are slightly sagging. However, because my breasts are hemispherical with upturned nipples, the elasticity of the two spheres can be maintained even without the support of a bra. My nipples are light brown and the areolas are neither too big nor too small. I am very confident about this pair of treasures of mine.

I adjusted my body position, turned sideways to the bedroom door, put my hands on the cuff of the stocking on one leg, bent down, and pulled the stocking down alternately. At this time, my large and plump breasts were hanging and swaying slightly as my body leaned forward. From my son's angle, he could definitely see most of my breasts. I rolled up the stockings and pulled them down to my toes and gently pulled them off my legs. Then I took off the stockings on the other leg. My height of 1.70 meters gave me a pair of slender legs. Without the stockings, my two bare legs were as white and delicate as lotus roots.

I deliberately took my time to pick up the clothes thrown on the bed, so that my son could see my exposed breasts for as long as possible. I thought this should be the first time he had a complete peek at his mother's breasts. I only had a pair of underwear on my body. I couldn't take off this last line of defense, that would be too crazy. I put my hands on the bun at the back of my head in front of the dressing mirror in front of the closet and wanted to untie my long chestnut hair, but soon changed my mind. This dignified bun seemed so lewd at the moment. I looked at my plump body in the mirror exuding the breath of a mature woman. I was very slim until I graduated from college, but now I am almost 38 years old. My figure has gained weight after giving birth to my son, but my waist is still very thin, but my breasts and buttocks have become bigger, and my thighs are slightly fuller, but in comparison, I still like the way I look now, with a protruding front and a curved back, very fleshy.

After about 10 minutes, I thought my son had seen enough, so I changed into a home skirt. When I turned around, my son had left.

While cooking, I was thinking, am I too lewd to seduce even my son? But over the past few months, while satisfying my son's voyeuristic desire, I also got an extremely stimulating pleasure from it. For a woman whose husband is away from home for a long time, and who is in her prime, my body and my desires have been idle by my husband for too long, so I have to use every method I can think of to satisfy myself.

My son continued watching TV in the living room. I looked at him from time to time. Maybe he inherited his mother's height. He was 1.71 meters tall at the age of 13. His facial features were like mine, so he looked very handsome, with red lips and white teeth.

To be honest, my son meets my standard of an ideal man. This standard has not changed since I was in high school. I like men who look clean.

If only I could be with my son... Every time I thought of this idea, my face would get hot, my nipples would suddenly become sensitive and hard, and my lower abdomen would feel like a burning flame is slowly rising. I would clamp my thighs together and twist my waist and hips restlessly.

During dinner at the table, my son's eyes were still wandering back and forth on my body covertly. He knew, of course, that I was not wearing a bra under my home skirt. With the movement of his hands, my two plump nipples would occasionally appear on the thin silk fabric. There were several times before when he clumsily played some tricks and deliberately dropped chopsticks or soup spoons on the ground, and then crawled under the table to pick them up, so as to peek at my skirt. Of course, I would not expose him, and sometimes I would even spread my legs as if nothing had happened to let him see my underwear. For a child who has just entered puberty, there is always a huge curiosity about the mysterious holy land of the mother. Although I acquiesced in my son's peeping at me, I also have my own bottom line, that is, other parts can be looked at casually, but my private parts are absolutely forbidden.

After dinner, I washed the dishes in the kitchen while my son continued to watch TV in the living room. Since it was the weekend, I didn't ask him to go back to his room to review his homework.

"Le Le, hurry up and take a shower. You'll have to fight with me for the bathroom soon. I have a lot of clothes to wash later."

I stretched my neck and shouted towards the living room.

"I'll wash it later, I won't compete with you."

The son muttered.

"Why, you're not going out to play with Ziyang and the others tonight?"

"No, he went back to the countryside, saying that his grandma was sick."

Zi Yang is my son’s best friend. They have been together since kindergarten, sat at the same table in elementary school, and are still in the same class in junior high school.

"His grandmother is over 80 years old, right? Is everything alright?"

"She's 86, so she should be fine. Last week, we went to the countryside with Zi Yang and she was still in good spirits."

People in the countryside are used to doing farm work, so naturally they are stronger than their city elders. After washing the dishes, I came out of the kitchen and saw my son taking off his shoes, lying on the sofa with his legs spread out, watching TV. I walked over and patted his legs, "Look at you, you don't sit properly, lying down right after eating, be careful that your belly becomes as fat as your father's in the future."

"Dad, that's a beer belly, okay? It's the result of not eating in moderation."

The son pouted and sat up straight reluctantly.

"So you should pay attention. When your dad was young, he had a good figure and was very strong and solid."

I stood in front of my son, and my mind flashed back to the image of my husband when he was young. At that time, he had just been discharged from the army. His muscles were hard and solid from training, and his bronzed skin was full of masculine energy. Somehow, I suddenly remembered the first time with him, the scene of his strong body pressing against me, and my face couldn't help but flush slightly.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in it?"

My son's voice startled me awake. I realized my mistake and walked towards the bedroom, saying, "Speaking of this, you should learn from Ziyang. You are about the same height, but he plays basketball all the time, while you only know how to sit in front of the computer and surf the Internet. Look at how strong Ziyang's body is. That's what we call healthy male beauty."

I returned to the bedroom and sat by the bed for a while, thinking carefully. My husband Gao Jun and I have been married for thirteen years. I am from Shanghai, and I came to Shenzhen right after graduating from university following the trend of moving south. At that time, the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone had just been established, and many young people here were looking forward to a bright future. I came here to start a new life and for the love affair that had just ended in college. I had been in a relationship with my first boyfriend since freshman year and it lasted for four years in college. Since I am an only child, my parents wanted him to stay in Shanghai after graduation, while his parents wanted him to return to his hometown. It was a very simple choice, but he chose the latter. He hoped that I could go back to my hometown with him to develop a career, and this caused a big fight with my parents, so we finally had to break up. In order to escape the familiar city where we had lived together for four years, I came to Shenzhen despite my parents' opposition. Although Shenzhen was in a period of rapid development with opportunities everywhere, I, a graduate of Shanghai Normal University, did not find a school of my choice and instead joined a foreign-funded company as a clerk. At that time, a girl was unfamiliar with the place. About two or three months after arriving in Shenzhen, I met Gao Jun through the introduction of a colleague from the company. Gao Jun's father held an important position in the military region. After we confirmed our relationship, he arranged for me to attend the key high school where I work now. Now that I think about it, I got pregnant unexpectedly the first time Gao Jun and I had sex. At the end of the same year, we got married with the consent of both parents, and Lele was born the year after we got married.

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In the blink of an eye, my son is in junior high school, and I am almost 38 years old. My husband is 5 years older than me. A man's fate is basically set after he turns 40. My husband and I are together less than often, and we can't quarrel even if we want to, so our relationship is just like that, mediocre. Recently, he has been striving for a leadership position in the logistics department of a shipping company. Although the allowance is much less than that of the first mate, at least he doesn't have to go to sea for a long time. I am also looking forward to spending more time together to repair our relationship.

I sat by the bed for a long time. I looked at the watch and it was almost 8 o'clock in the evening. I quickly found clean underwear in the closet, put a pile of dirty clothes from yesterday and today into the laundry basket, and walked towards the bathroom. My son was no longer watching TV in the living room. I guess he was in the room surfing the Internet again.

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It was almost 9 o'clock when I came out of the bathroom after washing the clothes. I deliberately hung two sets of clean underwear and two pairs of stockings in front of the air vent in the bathroom, seemingly to let them dry, but in fact it was a small reward for my son, so that he wouldn't sneak to the balcony of my master bedroom to touch my underwear and stockings hung there when I was not at home. He thought his actions were unnoticed.

I returned to the bedroom and soon rushed into the bathroom

Chapter 02

The sunlight outside the window shone through the blue curtains onto the bedroom floor. I opened my sleepy eyes on the bed and fumbled with my right hand to pick up the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 9:30. It has been my habit for many years to let myself sleep for a few more hours on Saturday mornings, unless there are activities at school that require me to get up early. I propped myself up and leaned against the head of the bed. The right strap of my nightgown slipped down to my arm while I was sleeping at night, revealing most of my breast. I ignored it and just gathered my long chestnut hair and tied it into a ponytail casually behind my head. I lay on the bed with a blank mind for a while before getting out of bed. I pulled the strap of my nightgown back to my shoulders, opened the bedroom door and looked towards my son's room. He usually went to play basketball with Ziyang on Saturday mornings, or to be more precise, he went to watch Ziyang play basketball. He never liked to join in and turned a deaf ear to my countless reminders to him to exercise more during his growth spurt. Ziyang went back to the countryside today and I guess my son was sleeping in too. I saw him surfing the Internet at 11:30 last night before going to bed and I don't know how long he played.

I went to the kitchen and cooked a small pot of century egg porridge and brought it to the dining table to dry before going into the bathroom to wash up. I looked up and saw that the two sets of underwear and stockings that were hung in front of the air vent last night had been moved slightly. I smiled. I knew my son's habits. At most, he was just satisfying his own olfactory desires.

When I arrived at the door of my son's room, I leaned over and looked inside. My son was sleeping soundly with his back to me, hugging a big pillow. When he was sleeping at night, he kicked the thin quilt aside restlessly.

You lazy bastard! The sun is already shining on your butt, but you still don’t get up. I reached out and knocked on the door a few times.

After a while, my son began to stir in bed, turned over, looked at me with sleepy eyes, and then his gaze fixed on me. I saw a big bulge in his underwear between his legs exposed outside the thin quilt. Only then did I realize that the suspender nightgown I was wearing was too short. The hem just covered my buttocks, and my plump, white thighs were almost completely exposed.

Get up and have breakfast, I quickly said this and turned back to my bedroom.

I changed out of my nightgown and put on a cotton home dress. I heard the sound of my son's slippers outside the door as he walked towards the bathroom. He has entered puberty. Should I be more restrained? I thought to myself that the first time my son peeped was three months ago, also when I came home from get off work to change clothes. Before that, I had no guard against my son at all. My son has been close to me since he was young, especially when my husband started gambling and drinking, and he would take it out on my son at every turn, which made my son treat me like a mouse seeing a cat. He didn't dare to go home after school and had to wait for me to get off work and come back together, because as long as I was there, my husband would not hit him. During the days when I was divorcing my husband, my son even slept with me. An 8-year-old child doesn't know about these things between men and women, and I wouldn't feel anything even if he put his hands on my breasts casually when he hugged me to sleep. Now thinking back, did those experiences make my son develop some special feelings for me?

As for allowing my son to peek at me and even have some intimate contact with my underwear, it was because of an incident in our school. There was a boy in the first year of high school where I taught. He was usually well-mannered and had good academic performance, but he was a little eccentric and introverted. The freshmen were all managed as boarding students on campus. Once he was caught by the security department for peeping at girls taking a bath in the bathroom of the girls' dormitory. Upon careful questioning, it turned out that he was responsible for the series of underwear thefts in the girls' dormitory. Just when the school leaders called his parents to come to the school to discuss the matter, the boy rushed out of the office and jumped directly from the fifth floor.

I was deeply touched after this incident happened. A good student with excellent character and academic performance just did not receive correct guidance during adolescence, and took incorrect means to vent when his sexual awareness emerged. Because I am the Chinese teacher of this boy's class, I believe that he is not bad by nature and he is not a dirty kid in his heart. It is only because his parents are businessmen who are busy making money outside all day long and basically don't care about their children. They just give them a lot of pocket money every month. If his parents could discover this abnormal behavior of their children earlier and give them correct guidance, then the tragedy would not have happened.

Lele's situation now is similar to that of this boy. Of course, I could have told him the truth and explained the pros and cons to him the first time he peeped at me. Of course, I could have closed the door when I changed clothes in the bedroom when I got home from get off work from now on. Of course, I could have kept my underwear completely away from him. But how could I prevent my son from satisfying this need through other means outside? I just think that if my son enters puberty and develops curiosity and desire for the opposite sex's body, I would rather he vent this with me. At least he is peeping at me at home, which is within my control. If he is caught by others for this kind of behavior outside like that boy, what kind of shadow will it have on my son's psychology? What kind of impact will it have on me as well? As a teacher, how can my students' parents trust me when something like this happens to my own child? Until there is any better and more appropriate way, I would rather keep my son's attention on my body for the time being, just like when a can of Coke is shaken vigorously, the gas inside boils and may explode at any time, but as long as the pull ring is opened, the gas is released and the Coke in the can will return to calm.

I walked to the dining table and served a bowl of porridge to my son. He had just finished washing up and was obviously a little disappointed to see me changing into a dress.

Were you surfing the Internet late again last night? I also served myself a bowl of porridge and sat opposite my son.

No, I fell asleep a while after you went back to your room. You sleep like a pig, but you usually get up very early on Saturdays. Just because Zi Yang is not here, your gang of four has no activities? The Gang of Four is a joking name I give to my son and his three best friends. Ziyang is the boss of this small team and he organizes all activities. I found that Ziyang has shown great leadership skills at a young age and is more mature in all aspects than the other children. Lele, on the other hand, is a bit introverted and not good at sports, but is very smart in studying. Of course, Lele has the best grades among the four, but overall, Ziyang is better than Lele in terms of balanced development in all aspects. He joined the school basketball team as soon as he entered junior high school. He is the class monitor and discipline committee member, as well as a member of the school drama group. His academic performance is above average. I encourage Lele to play with Ziyang more because I want Lele to absorb these advantages from Ziyang. There is no doubt that the two children can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, which will help them grow better.

No way, Xiaojun will come to play with me soon. Lele pouted and stirred the century egg porridge in front of her with a spoon.

Hey, eat your porridge well. You see, you have almost turned the porridge into soup. You should play video games in moderation. How are you doing your homework? Made it in the evening, super easy. When it comes to homework, my son seems to have found his confidence, with a hint of pride on his face.

I smiled and felt proud. The mother and son chatted about this and that at the dinner table for most of the day before they finished their breakfast. I put the remaining half pot of porridge in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked. There were only a few eggs, drinks, sausages and fruits left. I had to go to the supermarket soon.

I wanted to ask you to accompany me to the supermarket, but now you two kids are holding your game consoles and I can’t ask you to go. I came out of the kitchen, wiping my hands with a towel and said to my son who was squatting in front of the TV playing with his video game console.

You want me to do free labor again? The son said without turning his head.

Oh, you don’t have any share of those drinks and fruits? Believe it or not, I locked the refrigerator."

Lock it. I'm in the stage of growing up now. Without those things and the loss of nutrition, you must not complain that I won't grow to 180cm in the future. My son finished playing the game console and was holding the game controller in one hand, grinning at me. I threw the towel in my hand at him, but he dodged it and continued to grin.

Just wait and see how I deal with you later. I put my hands on my hips helplessly and turned back to my bedroom.

It was 10:40 in the morning and it was still a bit early, so I turned on my dedicated computer and planned to surf the Internet.

I logged into QQ. Although it was the weekend, there were not many people in the QQ group of school teachers. I greeted two or three teachers who were online and we chatted casually for a few minutes and then nothing happened. So I opened another QQ account. This QQ account was my own private one and none of my friends in real life knew about it.

As soon as I came online, an avatar among my QQ friends started flashing. I knew who it was without even looking. Like a thief, I subconsciously glanced towards the bedroom door, fearing that my son would suddenly walk into the room.

Wife, I've been waiting for you so hard, and you're finally online. Do you know how long we've lost contact? It's been ten whole days. When I opened the message, I was both angry and amused. This QQ friend named Tianya is someone I met in a chat room on Biliao. After chatting with him a few times, I found him to be very humorous and a netizen who would not make people feel bored. Who would have known that after adding him as QQ friend and chatting with him for more than a month, he asked me to be his wife in a playful manner. I told him that I was married and my children were in junior high school. He said it was okay, he just liked mature women like me, and that they were also female teachers. We chatted like this half-crazy, and he kept calling me wife. At first, I told him seriously that this was not allowed, because I was a married woman. Later, he said that everything on the Internet was virtual, and it would not hurt me if he just called me that. I really couldn't do anything about him, but I was reluctant to delete such a happy netizen to chat with, so I just let him be.

I looked at the message and didn't know how to reply to him for a long time. His avatar started flashing again. Wife, why are you ignoring me?

I am here. I simply typed two words and sent it.

You haven't been online for so long, do you know how much I miss you?

There’s no way. My husband is at home and it’s not convenient for me to go on QQ.

So he's not here now?

On a business trip again. Apart from knowing that I am a teacher and my son is in junior high school and currently in Shenzhen, I didn't tell Tianya anything else. I just told him that my husband often goes on business trips. He is in Harbin, half of China away. This is one of the reasons why I feel comfortable flirting with him online.

Your husband is going on a long trip again, leaving you alone at home. You see, I'm the best person. I'm always there for you. During the time he's away, I'll do what he usually does. Tianya is still the same as before, not a single serious word.

The mountains are long and the waters are far away; distant water cannot put out a nearby fire. I sent this without thinking, and only after sending the message did I realize it was too explicit.

If you want, I have a way.

You don't want to fly over here right away, do you?

I have no problem with that, I'm just afraid you don't dare.

I dare not. I am an old woman and I am afraid of scaring you.

With such a great figure, I would accept her even if she is an old woman. About two weeks ago, I selected a solo photo of my trip to Hong Kong last year, covered my face and sent it to Tianya. He begged me for a whole month to get a full-body photo of me.

What are you busy with recently? Didn’t you say something happened in the company? I want to change the subject.

It's been dealt with. I've been idle at home recently, and I've been bored. You haven't been online either. You posted a photo and then disappeared. When I saw the photo, I felt like I was being scratched by a cat's claws, and it was itchy. …

Tell me, what size are your breasts? They should be about 38, right? D?

I shouldn’t have told you. I shouldn’t have sent you the photo.

And your beautiful legs. I'm not trying to flatter you, but those are definitely the most beautiful legs I have ever seen, white, long, and most importantly, plump.

You've said this to other women online a lot, right?

I swear to God, to be honest, I do chat with many women in the chat room, but none of them is like you. You make me feel uncomfortable when I don't see you for a day.

Don't believe it.

I could swear on the fluorescent lights.

Didn’t you say you were getting married soon? Last time you said you were 33 years old, right? You are an older young person now, so you are too picky, right?

We are planning to get married, but I found that after seeing your photo, I have no feelings for my girlfriend at all.

Nonsense, how old is she?

28.

That’s a great age, much better than being an old woman like me.

No, seriously, I like mature women, especially those who are as feminine as you, and I have a special feeling for female teachers.

Then you can find another one, another teacher.

Let me tell you something, you can't be angry.

What's up?

Promise not to be angry first.

Okay, I promise not to be angry. You're crazy enough and I'm already angry enough.

Recently, when I was having sex with my girlfriend, I always imagined her as you. Thinking about how you look in the photo, I found that I could reach orgasm very quickly.

I was shocked when I saw the message from Tianya. I turned off QQ without thinking. I felt my heart beating very fast, as if it was going to jump out of my heart. I looked at the bedroom door guiltily. I heard my son playing games in the living room. After a while, I realized why I was so scared. My face turned red all of a sudden. It was because my husband came back from abroad a month ago. When we were having sex, I also imagined that it was Tianya who was pressing on me. That night, I actually had an orgasm that I hadn't had in many years.