36-year-old mature woman seduces 16-year-old son super lewd extremely true (full version) (wife mature woman adult novel)

Wei De rolled off my body, sweating profusely, his face pale and his eyes a little unfocused.

"Amin, I'm sorry."

I was completely at a loss. For the second time since I had sex with him, Wei De failed to get an erection.

I was only seventeen years old when I met Wei De. At that time, I was a sophomore in a nursing school in the city. When I was going home that weekend, I unexpectedly collided with his motorcycle, and I was not the one who was injured. In order to avoid me, Wei De drove the car into the river, and he emerged from the water and quickly swam to the shore, just to see if he had hurt me. As a result, I only had a little skin scraped on my leg, but I was scared to tears by him who was covered in blood. He rushed me to the hospital, and I was fine, but he had to get six stitches.

Wei De was 23 years old that year, with a pair of bright eyes and two slender legs. He had just finished college in this city, but he could not get a suitable job despite studying civil architecture. So he went into business and helped a contractor from the south to sell building materials.

A few days later, Wei De came to my school and bought a lot of snacks that were our favorite at that age. He said that he came to calm me down because I was scared that day. I saw that he had a slight limp when he was pushing the motorcycle.

Just like that, he would come over from time to time to calm me down, and he never came empty-handed. It didn't take long for me to get spoiled.

When I was eighteen, I gave him my first time in the small house he rented.

Not long after graduation the following year, I had no choice but to marry him, and I became pregnant with Weiwei. Although my parents, who were teachers, strongly opposed our marriage at that time, the fact that it had happened left them speechless.

Wei De must have done an excellent job when asking my parents to marry me to him. He said that he wanted me to have no regrets in my life and that I would only have joy and happiness from now on. At that time, I was naive. As long as I could be with the one I loved, I didn’t want anything else.

After Weiwei was born, Wei De tried desperately to fulfill his promise, and he did it.

A few years later, he owned his own building materials company, and later he opened the largest building materials market in the local area.

Our house has changed from the one that was housed under the roof of my parents to a villa in the suburbs, and the small motorcycle that hit me that year has also been replaced several times and turned into a big Mercedes.

What makes me particularly satisfied is that his love for me has not changed because of his wealth. He has repeatedly told me that if he has to choose between his career and me, he would rather be penniless than give up on me. These words still touch me.

He actually did so, no matter how busy he was or how many social engagements he had, as long as he was local. He never stays away from home and will come back to me and my son no matter how late it is. He said he couldn't bear to see me alone in the empty room. There is another more important reason, that is, he wants to have sex with me, he said he likes having sex with me.

Frankly speaking, during the first few years of my marriage, I was quite afraid of such a major human issue between husband and wife. The first time Weide entered my body, I felt like I was being torn apart by him. He coaxed me by saying that all girls would be like this the first time. But the second, third, and Nth time, I still couldn't stand it. But I could not refuse his caress. His hands and mouth seemed to have magic, which always made me lose my mind and willing to suffer pain. Later, when I talked about this embarrassing thing with my close friends after marriage, I found out that the reason was him. He was so handsome and strong that even my close friends laughed at me and said I should be lucky to have such a husband. And I can only smile bitterly.

The situation improved after Weiwei was born. I was gradually able to adapt to his size. Maybe it was because the birth canal naturally expanded during the birth of the child, or maybe it was because I gradually got used to being tempered by him for a long time. My mother was right on this point: When it comes to the human relationship between husband and wife, there should only be happiness, not pain. It will get better slowly.

The scene of my first orgasm is still vivid in my mind: it was after Weiwei was weaned, and I had an IUD inserted in our hospital, and I hadn’t had sex with him for nearly a month. Wei De couldn't stand it anymore. There happened to be an annual meeting of the building materials industry in Shanghai. He never went to such meetings in the past. But this time he said it was too cruel to be unable to eat in front of my delicious meal at home, so he decided to go out for a walk. I couldn't bear to see him going to bed with that huge thing erect and getting up with it erect every day, so I let him go. I didn't expect that it would take two weeks instead of one week. It was as if I had never been apart from him for so long. I actually missed his huge thing. Late that night, we were both getting aroused while chatting on the phone. When he said that he was alone in a hotel and his lower body was swollen and he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about me, I seemed to see that thing of his that I both loved and feared. It was black and seemed to stand upright in front of me. I suddenly wanted it very much, and a lot of water gushed out from below. I told him that he became even more excited when I told him that water was gushing out from below. Then he described to me the scenes of our lovemaking. The more he talked, the wetter it got and the more unbearable it became. I almost cried and said that I missed him and wanted him.

He went home the next day without waiting for the meeting to finish. The plane returned at around nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as we entered the room, he hugged me and kissed me madly. In the past, it took him almost half an hour to enter during the foreplay, but that day I was excited almost immediately. When he carried me to the room, I smelled the sweat on his body, which was so intoxicating. I could feel my vagina twitching and trembling, and waves of fluid were pouring out in larger quantities than ever before. When he took off my panties, Wei De said he almost wanted to thank God. He said my vagina was swollen and unusually red, my entire crotch was covered with love juice, and my vaginal opening was swollen and cracked.

Since then, I have been obsessed with falling in love with the most beautiful thing in the world. What wakes me up almost every day is my or his vigorous and passionate love, and what makes me fall into a deep sleep every night is also.

Wei De and I felt like we were experiencing another first marriage and another honeymoon. We decided to send Weiwei to my mother's place so that we could have our own world of our own. That year Weiwei was two years old, I was twenty-one, and Wei De was twenty-seven.

It would be no mistake to say that I lived in heaven in the following years. Every day I would absorb enough love from Wei De before going to work. But my favorite thing was of course getting off work, going home early to prepare dinner and wait for my husband to come home. In the evening, I would also put my son to bed early, and then it would be our holiday. Weide is capable and has many tricks, and every posture and every innovation makes me excited.

But we all forget that people will grow old, yes, especially men.

Weiwei is already sixteen years old. Looking at her husband panting beside me, although I can't see his expression, I can feel his fear and helplessness. At this time, I am still spinning in the vortex of lust. My fire has just been ignited, but Wei De's is extinguished. I tried hard to endure the unbearable twisting and itching in my lower body. I hugged Wei De: "It's okay, husband, you've been too tired recently and the weather is hot."

I whispered comforting words in his ear. My hand reached into my husband's crotch. The thing that once made me so happy and proud had now completely shrunk into a ball. Although it was still huge, it was soft and powerless. I put my hand around it, stroking and kneading it skillfully. I also hope that he can regain his vigor, because I want it too, and I feel extremely uncomfortable now.

"How could this happen? Amin, I'm so scared. I really can't do anything right now."

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're just too tired. Have a good rest. I love you."

I gently squeezed and kneaded my husband's flaccid penis, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Amin, I'm sorry. I know you must be feeling very uncomfortable right now. I'm sorry." Wei De was a little incoherent.

"Hubby, it's okay. You don't have to be a god every day, right? I love you, husband."

I had almost given up hope and kissed his neck gently.

Wei De was really tired and fell into a deep sleep, but I kept my eyes open. It was the second time that happened. It was the same last night. Like usual, we went to bed around 11 o'clock. Wei De was in a bad mood today. A Fujian businessman who had been supplying him with goods for many years gave him a severe blow this time. All the wall and floor tiles and paints were found to be unqualified when they were handed over. What's worse is that these materials have been used in the tallest building in the city. In addition to rework and compensation for losses, there is also a protracted legal lawsuit to fight.

Wei De has been busy for several days.

After we got into bed, I found that he was not as passionate as usual. I advised him to go to bed early, but Wei De rejected me with his hand. His hands were too familiar with my body, and after he fiddled with my lower body a few times, I became wet.

"Look, wife."

My husband pulled his fingers out of my body. They were wet and sticky, and he pulled out a long, shiny thread of love fluid. Wei De put his finger to my mouth, I murmured, opened my mouth and sucked his finger, and my husband's mouth also came up, our tongues entangled together, the love fluid was salty, with a lewd taste, making my cavity twitch involuntarily. My hand reached between my husband's legs. He was erect, and his penis was big and hot, which made me even more excited. I rubbed that lovely big thing, turned over and half-lying on him, raised my wet private parts, and rubbed it back and forth on his thighs.

"Slut, you made my legs wet."

My husband teased, arching his legs a little to support my vagina which was rubbing against my body.

"Hubby, I want it."

I blushed and whispered. The slender hand grasped the penis and shook it gently.

But I felt something was wrong. My husband's penis is usually as hard as a rock, but today it seemed a little abnormal. Although it was erect, it was not as hard as usual. But I couldn't care less at that time. My vagina was itchy and swollen, and it was wet and leaking water continuously. I wanted to climb on top of my husband, but Wei De stopped me and smiled apologetically: "Baby, let me do it, it doesn't seem very hard."

I blushed, lay on my back on the bed, spread my legs, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, it will become hard once you insert it."

"Really? Why?"

My husband chuckled and leaned on top of me.

"Because I will clamp you and hold you tight. Come in, dear husband."

I was panting, and my long-open vagina was spitting out sticky love fluid. I couldn't wait to swallow my husband's huge glans. I pinched the base of his not very hard penis, and more blood rushed into the glans. I felt that the glans that was stretching my vaginal opening had weight, tightly and fully blocking the front half of my vaginal cavity. I couldn't help but groan.

"Oh, dear husband, it feels so good."

As the vagina is slowly stretched. The itchiness deep inside me became even more unbearable. I let go of my hands, hugged my husband's firm butt, and pressed down gently, asking him to go deeper. However, the penis that was no longer held tightly by me seemed to have lost its weight all of a sudden. After my husband pushed his entire penis into my cavity, I felt that the previous tight feeling of being filled and full was gone. I couldn't help but anxiously tighten the muscles in my lower body, wanting to feel his strength and thickness, but I was disappointed.

"Honey, no, I seem to be shrinking."

Wei De shouted anxiously. I also felt like there was almost nothing in my lower body. Of course I was unwilling to give up as I was burning with desire, so I quickly raised my head and looked at my private parts. Oh my God, my husband's penis is clearly completely inside me. I tried to contract my vagina, but it was no use. I still couldn't feel his presence.

"Don't be anxious, husband, come on down."

Looking at the anxious Wei De, I suppressed my burning desire. My husband just got off me, and I shrank my body and moved under his belly. Oh my God, what happened to that thing that once terrified me and then made me love it so much? My husband's penis really shrank into a soft and loose ball. I held that soft thing and opened my mouth without hesitation and swallowed it into my mouth. I don't really like oral sex, I don't know why, but sometimes we play some little tricks like that when we're both excited. My husband's penis was covered with my sticky love juice, which had the unique smell of some women's secretions when they were in estrus. This smell always made Wei De very excited, and I didn't mind it either. I carefully wrapped the tip of my tongue around my husband's glans, which was soft but still huge, and licked back and forth on the smooth surface. Then I pursed my lips, held the soft thing in my mouth, and started stroking his penis.

When we did this in the past, my husband's penis was hard and huge, always filling my little mouth and making it almost a bit difficult for me, but this time I swallowed it completely so easily. I lay on his lower abdomen, my hands gently wandering around his belly, my eyes fixed on my husband. I knew my expression at that time was a little coquettish. My husband said that I was particularly sexy and coquettish after seducing him or being seduced by him. I tried every action, look and feeling I knew or that we usually liked to arouse the desire between us, trying to awaken my husband's numb sexual organs, but I failed in the end. I can’t tell how long it took until my husband held my face apologetically and moved me away from his penis. I knew that this time he really couldn't be awakened by me again. (two)

We barely slept that night. I heard Wade tossing and turning all night long.

But today, we are repeating the same mistakes.

Maybe this is not because of fatigue. I have to admit that my husband's body may no longer be as strong and powerful as I imagined. I couldn't help but feel scared. What should I do next?

The next morning, my husband gave me a surprise. My desires at night were not released, which made my sleep very uneasy. I woke up early and snuggled into Wei De's arms as usual. When I raised my legs and hung them on his abdomen, I suddenly felt the hard erection that I had not felt for two days. I woke up suddenly and reached down subconsciously. Sure enough, what I held was the state that Wei De made me most intoxicated and liked. I was overjoyed and gently squeezed and rubbed my husband's erect penis. My desire rose from my abdomen and spread throughout my body in an instant. I couldn't help but put my red face under my husband's neck, rubbed his ears, and said to him in an almost inaudible voice: "Honey, you're ready, so hard, I want it."

Wei De seemed not to have fully woken up yet, but was soon awakened by my enthusiasm. Confident that he had a full erection, the husband couldn't help but become more excited.

"Come on, my slutty wife, look at how anxious you are after not feeding you for only two days."

"Um..." I refused coquettishly, but turned over and lay on my husband's chest.

I felt like I was really a little slutty, without any foreplay, just because my husband's penis was erect.

I was immediately completely wet, with my vaginal fluids overflowing. The small area under my abdomen was hot and itchy, and it felt like ants and bugs were crawling on it, making it unbearable. I lifted my lower abdomen slightly, put my slender hand between my husband's thighs, and gently grasped the familiar thick and hot penis. I was really a little dazed at that time.

"If a woman really doesn't have such a gift, how can she survive?"

Without my hands helping to search, my vagina was already impatiently moving down to explore my husband's genitals. I could tell without even looking that my vagina was wet and swollen because of my desire.

Because I swallowed my husband's huge penis almost effortlessly. I screamed when the swollen man's glans penetrated my sensitive vaginal opening.

"Honey, you are good, so good, I love it, um, so big. It feels so good."

I let go of my hands, supported myself on Wei De's chest, and moved my slender waist and plump buttocks down hard. In an instant, I almost sat down to the end. This is exactly the penis I want, so hot, so thick and long, filling the gap in my lower body completely. I swung my hips and moved skillfully on him.

I was sure that I would climax soon because the sensations down there were getting better and better, more acute. My husband's penis is slippery and hot. As I stroke and twist my body, it thrusts left and right in my vagina, giving me great pleasure. Wei De was also infected by my emotions. He reached out and held my breasts that were drooping because I was lying on his chest. His fingers skillfully teased my nipples that had already swelled and hardened due to excitement. He stretched his penis as straight as he could, letting me feel its strength and hardness inside my cavity. I felt more and more happy and wanted to fly more and more.

However, disaster struck again. Just when I was about to reach my climax and needed the man under me to maintain his erection, I suddenly felt my husband's penis softening in my vagina. I struggled and almost begged Wei De: "No, husband, wait for me, just hold on for a little while, please, husband."

My pain and pleading were in vain. I could clearly feel that thing rapidly shrinking and becoming soft, and the softening male organ immediately pulled me back from the brink of pleasure.

I opened my eyes and found that Wei De had closed his eyes in pain. Apart from the feeling of the wet and sticky love fluid in my lower body, I could no longer confirm his existence.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

My tears finally fell. She fell weakly on her husband's chest, sobbing.

I couldn't hear a word my husband said to comfort or blame himself, but I knew clearly that there was a change in his body, perhaps not due to fatigue or stress, but a kind of illness. I told Wei De affirmatively that if it was a disease, then we needed to get treatment.

My husband was even more anxious than I was. For nearly half a year, we visited authorities and experts in this field all over the country, and tried almost all possible therapies, including physical therapy and drug therapy. But Wei De's health did not improve, and his symptoms did not belong to impotence, premature ejaculation or any other type. Doctors say it is very rare, similar to loss of sexual sensation. In short, it is sexual weakness or impotence caused by the natural aging of the human body. There is currently no cure, or it may be improved with the help of aphrodisiac drugs, but it is like drinking poison to quench thirst. Not only can it not cure the disease, but it is also extremely harmful to the body.

We were almost in despair, and Wei De's health was getting worse and worse. He used to be able to have an erection occasionally. In less than a year, he was completely unable to have an erection. During that time, we almost lived in hell. We both began to be afraid to go home, afraid to go to bed, afraid of anything about sex or anything that could remind us of sex. When I am alone, I can't help but cry. Is my life, the beautiful life that I once loved and longed for so much, coming to an end like this? I'm unwilling to accept it, but what can I do? On the surface, Wei De looked no different from the past. He still had a ruddy complexion, was tall and strong. But I felt that he was obviously aging. In less than a year, he had white hair, and he was only 41 years old.

I tried not to pay attention to it. I told Wei De that I loved him, my son, and our family. Don't say you are not good at that. Even if you are paralyzed and unable to take care of yourself, I will not give up. Wei De cried that day. He said that he would never be able to fulfill his promise and that he could not make me happy. He also said that if I was really in unbearable pain, he would let me find happiness on my own. My only request was that he should not know and that I should not leave him and this family. Because he loves me and this family. We hugged each other and cried, and I swore that I would never do anything to let him down.

"We will all grow old, but we still have our son, husband. Hasn't our son always been our hope and our favorite? Don't worry, apart from you and our son, there is no one else in this world that I can worry about."

In helplessness, pain and despair, the days go by. I put more energy into my work and my son.

Wei De had no other choice, so his workload began to increase. He worked almost day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep. Because of his focus, the company got out of its predicament and its business was booming. He said that he wanted to leave his son a strong entity with normal operations and a virtuous cycle, and for this, he was willing to do anything.

But in terms of our married life, we began to avoid each other. At first, we went to bed one after the other. Gradually, Wei De often spent the night in the study. Later, he sometimes stayed in the company. He used to dislike business trips, but now he started going out occasionally, for days at a time. He had no choice because he was inhumane. But he still has the sexual desire of a normal man, and he feels miserable every time he wants to but can't do it. In order to take care of my sexual desire, he sometimes caresses me together. He is skilled and experienced, and his hands and mouth can sometimes make me reach a purely physical orgasm. But when I saw the look of wanting but not being able to do it when he was caressing me, I felt like I was simply torturing him.

So I began to refuse or avoid it intentionally or unintentionally. Later, when Wei De went on a business trip to the south, he brought me an imported vibrator. It looked very much like Wei De's penis when he was erect before he got sick, but the color was different. Wei De's penis was black when he was excited, while the dildo was flesh-colored with a slightly yellow tint, but it was almost the same size as Wei De's when he was erect. Although it was not as vivid and passionate as a man's real sexual organ, it could sometimes make me fantasize. After installing the batteries in that thing, just turn on the switch at the back and the glans part will vibrate and rotate gently. It's really unbelievable.

At first I hated that thing because seeing it always reminded me of Wade's body. It always makes me feel sad. But later, after Wei De was away on business several times, I couldn't bear the horny anymore and couldn't help but take out that thing. I tried lying on my back, spreading my legs, inserting that thing into my body, and turning on the power. Even though it was vibrating and rubbing inside me, I was always unable to concentrate on the feeling of my vagina. I always feel like something is missing.

At that time we interacted and had a spiritual connection. But how can I feel happy when I hold this wooden, temperatureless, mechanical dildo and thrust it inside my body? So I changed my method. I would first use the vibrating glans to rub my vulva. My clitoris is relatively sensitive. The glans part of the fake penis is extremely realistic, soft but hard, just like the swollen glans of a man when he is excited. Moreover, the vibration frequency is very high, which is impossible for the human body to achieve. Although there is no hot feeling, it still makes me very excited when I use it to stimulate my clitoris.

After that, I would become even wetter, and the secretions in the vagina would be so abundant that they would overflow, and the vagina would start to feel itchy, wanting something to go in and fill it up. At this time, I would bend down, lift my butt a little, hold that thing, and put it under my crotch. By then, I would be completely excited and open, and it would be almost effortless and very comfortable for me to insert the fake penis into my body. I would close my eyes, thinking about the various scenes of having sex with my husband, and slowly pull out the thing that was vibrating rapidly in the vagina, with one hand kneading my erect nipples on my chest.

I could feel my love juice slowly flowing down the thing in my hand as I pumped it, and soon my hand became sticky. Then I could smell the unique scent emanating from my crotch, which was as intoxicating as the smell my husband brought out when he pumped his penis inside me, and soon I felt the climax coming. The pleasure accumulated in my sensitive vaginal cavity from the vibration of that thing and the stimulation when I pumped it, becoming more and more intense. I actually began to moan loudly, and all the muscles in my body were tightening, as if I was really having sex with a man. I felt my nipples becoming tighter and harder, and my hands holding that thing were full of wet and sexual fluids.

I could even feel my vaginal sphincter contracting, because it felt more strenuous but more comfortable, just like every time I had sex with Wei De and was about to reach orgasm, Wei De always said that there were many little hands inside my vagina scratching and holding him. The climax came quickly and intensely, and after the last stroke, I felt my lower body tighten instantly, tightly grasping the fake penis in the cavity. I felt dizzy and extremely happy. Unlike when I have sex with my husband, I can clearly feel my vaginal sphincter contracting forcefully. More vaginal fluid flowed out of my lower body. I couldn't help but scream out loud.

Afterwards, I couldn’t believe my eyes. So much water flowed out that the place where I had just lay down was wet. When I blushed and went to clean up the thing that had just brought me great joy, I discovered that it was not as ugly as I had imagined. The fake penis soaked with my vaginal fluid still had my body temperature and looked somewhat glowing. It was more like the penis that Wei De thrust vigorously when I was excited. At that time, his penis was covered with my love juice and was as shiny as this.

Afterwards, I felt a little guilty. I felt that this was also a kind of betrayal. I had never tried to masturbate by myself. After I gave myself to Wei De at the age of eighteen, he had always been the one to help me do this. I didn’t expect masturbation to be so thrilling and enjoyable.

But I always felt something was not right in my heart. I always felt that reaching orgasm with someone or something other than my husband was a kind of betrayal. After I told Wei De about this mentality, it was only after he persuaded me many times that it was alleviated.

Later, Wei De also used that thing on me, and I was still very happy, but I couldn't bear to see the urgent desire in Wei De's eyes when I was enjoying the pleasure.

(three)

The days passed slowly, helpless and painful. Wei De still didn't live with me very much. The temporary happiness that the vibrator brought me would soon be overwhelmed by reality. Every day is a repeat of yesterday, which makes me feel sad and depressed.

Today I went to have tea with a close friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. Ruyi is my classmate and also a rare close sister of mine. Under the dim light in the tea room, I wanted to tell her several times about my experiences over the past year, but in the end I didn't. That's not just my problem. This concerns Weide's reputation and dignity, so I can't bring myself to speak.

"Amin, what's wrong with you lately? You seem to be worried and you look older than the last time I saw you. Do you know that?"

I was shocked. Is that so? Am I really old?

"No way, it's still the same as always." I covered up.

"No, you have something on your mind. I can see that you are not happy."

I am speechless.

"What's wrong? Wei De is not nice to you. He, he has a secret."

"No, no, don't talk nonsense. He is very good to me."

"What's the matter? I don't think so. Wei De is a good man who is extremely rare nowadays. He loves you so much, I don't think he would do anything to let you down. Besides, which girl can compare with you? Look at your skin and your figure, no one will believe that you are the mother of a seventeen-year-old child." Ruyi smiled and teased.

"Oh, I'm old. That's what you just said." I said sadly.

“I can’t do anything.”

"No, no, I didn't just say you were old. What I meant was that you seemed to be worried. It seemed like you were different from the happy little Amin I knew."

"Aren't people always getting older? Aren't you the same? We are both thirty-six."

"Haha, never old, never old. Don't they say people are like wolves at 30 and tigers at 40? That's exactly the case for us." Ruyi smiled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Look at you, being so naughty again." I pretended to be angry.

"Really, Amin, I'm not kidding. I don't know what happened in the past few years, but it seems that the desire for that thing has become more and more intense. Sometimes I just did it at night, but when I wake up in the morning, I want it again. Even Daming said that I was in heat. Haha, sometimes I also suppress it and dare not ask for too much. No matter how healthy his body is, he can't stand the torment every day and night."

My heart skipped a beat. I wondered if it was because Wei De and I had been too unrestrained in the past that Wei De behaved like this.

"I told Daming that even if we have to wear worse clothes and eat worse, we can't be careless about this matter. It's not easy to live a lifetime. We finally found such a happy business that is both fun and requires no capital. We must cherish it. Haha, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. What about salary increase, transfer, criticism, etc.? It doesn't matter. I just lie down on the bed every day and let my husband toss me around. Hey, all the unhappiness will be gone. I will go to work full of energy the next day."

My tears are about to fall. Who says it isn't? In the past, I sometimes thought it was a pleasure every day, but I always thought it was not as important as eating and dressing. Now that it is no longer a pleasure, I realize that it is much more important than eating and dressing.

"Hey, your Wei De is in great shape, he must have made you happy. My damned son sometimes goes on strike, and it's really uncomfortable when I get angry. So now my job is to take good care of his body. We buy whatever is delicious and good for a man's private parts. I'll prescribe medicine and stew it for him. It works well sometimes, and he doesn't complain about pain here and there. Haha, at night, as soon as he gets in bed, he gets swollen like a small mallet after a little touch. It's really adorable. Haha."

Ruyi chuckled, but my heart felt like a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter and spicy. Is it my fault? When I was with Wei De, I never said I would do this or that for him. It was just a simple and daily routine, and I didn't realize I had to do that. I always thought his body was made of iron, but now that it has come to this, what can he do?

I almost cried, I quickly lowered my head and pretended to drink tea, I still can't be a woman.

Ruyi talked a lot, but I hardly heard anything. It was almost ten o'clock when we broke up. She was called away by her husband. I couldn't hear anything on the phone, but after a few words, Ruyi said in a low voice with a smile on her face, "Then you just wait for me obediently in bed."

I shook my head. What age is he? He is still so clingy.

"I'm leaving now. My husband is waiting anxiously at home. Haha, Amin, you should go back too, or Wei De will call you soon."

"Come back soon. You look so anxious, as if you have never had a man in your life." I teased her.

Ruyi smiled: "It's our second honeymoon, we should cherish it."

After I got home, I went into the bathroom and carefully looked at my body in front of the large mirror. It's been a long time since I looked at my body so carefully. Am I really old?

The female body in the mirror is plump and fair. Weiwei's birth has not changed my body shape much. Her breasts are still pear-shaped and slightly upturned like they were back then. Maybe they are bigger than before, but the nipples have become bigger and more sensitive due to breastfeeding, and the slightest stimulation can make them hard. The areola has also become bigger. Although it doesn’t feel as sensitive as the nipple, many small dots will bulge on the areola when you are excited, and it is very comfortable to caress it gently. The shoulders are still round and smooth, and the slender waist has hardly changed. There seems to be some more fat around the waist, but the waist circumference has not increased. Her buttocks were plump and full, and her legs were still long and white. It seems that I am not old as Ruyi said.

I walked a little closer and looked at myself in the mirror. Are there any signs of aging on my face? The woman in the mirror had a clear and deep sorrow. At that moment, I saw crow's tail hidden in the corner of her eyes.

Really, is that my face? Pale and lifeless, not as energetic as Ruyi. What happened? Yes, it was what Ruyi said, that was the rejection of the man's love. How can a woman be in high spirits without sex? In that instant my tears welled up. Only then did I realize that the thing was more than just making people feel comfortable. That is an essential element to maintain a family and a couple. Without the spiritual and physical fusion between husband and wife, without the thing between the man's crotch stirring inside the woman's body, without the primitive and surging passion and desire between men and women, life would be stagnant. But what about me? What should I do?

(Four)

It was very late and Wei De hadn't come home yet. I didn't call him because I knew that even if I called him he would say that he had a lot of things to do and wouldn't come back. I went to bed. It was already early winter and the heating in the house was turned on.

It's hot and makes people feel like it's spring. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. I thought about Ruyi's words, some of which made me blush and my heart beat faster. I have no idea what the situation is like when other couples go to bed, but it's probably similar to us. But suddenly I would think whether Ruyi’s husband also likes to lift Ruyi’s legs high, press them on Ruyi’s snow-white belly and thrust hard.

Or like Wei De, he likes to ask Ruyi to lie on the bed or chair, and then lie on Ruyi's ass and fuck her. Or maybe Ruyi is like me, who likes to sit on Daming's belly and twist her body on it? Thinking of Ruyi's unusually plump, protruding, white buttocks twisting on the man's belly, her long black hair fluttering, or she moaning, of course she was very happy. Maybe Ruyi is already doing it now.

Oh my God, I can't think anymore, I feel waves of heat surging from my lower abdomen to my whole body, my cheeks are burning like fire, and my buttocks are already surging with spring tides, wet and sticky. I put my hand on my chest and found that my breasts were full, firm and round. I pinched my nipples, which had already become like hard pebbles. I clamped my legs together, and my private parts felt damp as if water was leaking out, which made me feel shy.

The fire of desire rushed into my brain at once, leaving me no time to think. I subconsciously took out the dildo that Wei De bought from the drawer of the cabinet beside the bed. I don't use it often, but after each use I will clean it thoroughly, put it back in its original box, and stuff it in the lower drawer of the bedside table. I struggled to take off the nightgown wrapped around my body, and stood naked like that. I spread my legs and put my hands between my crotch. The backs of my thighs were covered with sticky love juice. The clitoris had already protruded out and was exposed outside the labia, and it was so hard.

I turned on the switch of the vibrator in my hand and it started to hum. I spread my legs and pressed him against my hungry, forbidden vagina. The rotating glans vibrated and rubbed against my clitoris. I straightened my belly, pushed my feet hard on the bed, and raised my vagina up, just like when I had sex with my husband. I held the vibrator and rubbed it up and down inside my swollen labia. Especially the clitoris and vaginal opening, which are the most sensitive.

Slowly, I felt the liquid flowing down my buttocks, and my vagina became urgently empty and began to itch. I turned over and lay on my stomach, gasping for breath, and placed the vibrator down to my lower body. I saw that the bed was wet. This time I didn't wait any longer. I immediately aimed the head of the thing at the open vaginal opening, slowly pressed my buttocks down, and the thing slowly penetrated my lower body which had been waiting for a long time. I opened my mouth, gasped, and gently turned my wrist to let that thing go in and out of my vagina. My breasts were also swollen and uncomfortable, so I reached out and grabbed a nipple, turning it and squeezing it.

The pleasure was gathering in the vagina more and more obviously, and slowly spreading to the whole body. Every time that thing went in and out, and turned, the pleasure went up. I began to breathe rapidly and moan loudly. The moment of climax, my head was in a mess, but the joy was so real and shocking. When I came to my senses, I realized that the door of the room was not closed.

But I remember I clearly closed the door before going to bed, so maybe we didn’t bump into each other. I got up lazily, my lower body was full of stuff that had just flowed out of the excitement, it was a lot and sticky. I took the stuff and went into the bathroom, I had to clean myself up.

After finishing the cleaning, I felt a little sleepy, so I turned off the corridor light and prepared to go back to my room. When I looked up, I saw that there seemed to be a light on in the room. This kid didn't even remember to turn off the light before going to bed. I put the vibrator away and left the room.

Weiwei lives on the third floor, which is actually not a floor, but just a small attic. After buying this villa, Weiwei has been living in the small attic, which has a balcony and a bathroom. I went upstairs quietly. The stairs were made of wood and spiraled upward. The door of the room was tightly closed. There was light in the room. I held the doorknob and was about to turn it when I suddenly heard a slight gasp coming from my son's room. It seemed very rapid. I couldn't help but frown. Could it be that my son was dreaming?

But the voice didn't sound like it was still talking to someone, or calling someone.

Suddenly I felt my heart beating a little, and I vaguely felt that it was not my son talking in his sleep or anything else, but rather, it was more like the sound of a man's breathing while doing that thing. I became more cautious, let go of the door handle, and walked around to the small terrace next to it. There was a small light on in the room, and I walked quietly and almost tiptoed to my son's window. Through the curtains that were not drawn tightly, I saw a scene that made me blush and my heart beat faster.

Weiwei was actually lying naked on the bed, concentrating on playing with the male genitals between his legs. Oh my God, my son was masturbating. But in an instant I saw clearly what my son was stroking. My son is no longer my little Weiwei. A year ago, he only knew how to pester me and Wei De to buy this and that. Now he has developed normally. I saw the pubic hair between his legs, and it was neither too much nor too little, but very dense. And his thing, which was completely excited and swollen at this time, was as thick and long as his father's, standing upright under his lower abdomen.

The next scene left me even more stunned. Weiwei seemed to be about to ejaculate. I saw that he had his eyes tightly closed, his legs stretched straight, and one hand was quickly stroking the erect penis. His breathing became louder and more rapid. At this moment, his other hand actually took out a pair of women's underwear from somewhere and put it under his nose. Sniffing and kissing, calling out: "Mom, Mom."

I immediately saw that it was my underwear, which I had just taken off when I took a shower and left in the bathroom. I wondered when he went downstairs to get it. Could it be when I was masturbating just now? Then it is possible that the door was not opened by me but by my son. Then he must have seen me masturbating completely, just like I am seeing him now.

Confused, I quietly returned from the terrace and quickly walked back to my room. I closed the door and pressed the safety button. I lay down on the bed and couldn't close my eyes. I was ashamed and nervous.

"What should I do? I'm his mother, but my own son saw me masturbating in full view."

That's for sure. If Weiwei really opened the door and looked, my bed was facing the door. At that time, I was lying on the bed with my butt facing the door. Everything between my buttocks was in his eyes. No wonder he was masturbating in the room. He must have just seen me masturbating. Oh my God, I was so embarrassed. He was also holding my panties, which had already been soaked with love juice when I was chatting with Ruyi in the tea room. When I took them off, the crotch was already wet.

Judging from Weiwei's appearance, it seems that this is not her first time masturbating, nor is it the first time she has masturbated with my underwear. He was still calling me when he was about to climax. Oh my God, my son, what happened to my Weiwei.

I felt shy and a little scared, and I even wanted to call Wei De immediately. Tell him all this, but how can I tell him such an embarrassing thing? My son has really grown up and is no longer the same son he was a year ago. In the past year, we have paid too much attention to Wei De's health and neglected Wei Wei's growth.

Suddenly I remembered the sexual organ I had just seen. It was so big, almost as big as his father's, but there was still a tender foreskin wrapped around the huge penis head. The pubic hair has grown into a very thick bush.

Oh my god, what was I thinking.

I couldn't help but spit at myself. Why would I think of comparing my son's genitals with his father's for no reason? I felt myself blushing. Feel ashamed.

I don't know when I fell asleep that night, and what made me even more embarrassed was that I had a dream after I fell asleep. At first, I dreamed that my husband's body was cured. I was so happy. Then we had sex, and it was real. I felt his thick and hard erection again, so powerful and so fascinating. But as we were doing it, I don't know how my husband suddenly became Weiwei. I saw that the person lying on me was actually my son. I wanted to push him off anxiously, but I couldn't scream. Weiwei pressed tightly on me, and used his newly grown penis to pump quickly in my body, and I actually reached orgasm in a short while.

When I woke up, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. The feeling in the dream was so real and my happiness was released without reservation.

I touched my buttocks and found that there was wet stuff everywhere on my thighs, on my nightgown, and on the sheets. My sensitive vagina even retained the feeling of the highest pleasure.

The light has shone into the room through the curtains. I looked at the time. It's past six o'clock. It's time to get up and prepare breakfast for Weiwei. When I stepped into the bathroom, I saw at a glance that my underwear, which I had played with while masturbating yesterday, had returned to its original place. I picked it up, it was still a little wet, and it seemed like a large area was wet. I saw the sticky stuff in the middle of my crotch and wondered, if it was my secretion, it should have dried up long ago. I put it under my nose and sniffed it, it was faint but very clear, it was the smell of men's semen. My face turned red and I quickly threw the underwear away. I seemed to see Weiwei wrapping the underwear around his huge penis when he ejaculated. This brief impression made me feel a sudden surge of desire, and my crotch felt a little wet. I shook my head, trying hard to erase this dirty and immoral scene from my mind. Calming my mind, I put the clothes I took off into the washing machine, poured in the detergent, and turned on the switch.

I looked at the time. It was almost seven o'clock and my son hadn't come downstairs yet. If it were in the past, I would have called my son long ago, but after what happened last night, I suddenly thought that he must be tired, so I let him sleep more. Just like if Wei De is tired after having sex the night before, he won’t want to get up early in the morning.

Why am I thinking about my husband again? What's wrong with me? I shook my head and tried my best to do things.

My son came downstairs and greeted me as usual. Wash up, then have breakfast. I sat opposite him, stealing glances at him from time to time, and then I really felt that my son had grown up. He sat there, almost as tall as his father, perhaps even stronger than his father, because he had been training and playing in the basketball and football teams at school. The abundant sunlight made his skin darker than his father's. If it weren't for the childishness on his face, you wouldn't be able to tell that he is still a third-year junior high school student.

"Don't ride the bike today. Let mom take you there." I said to him after we went out.

"No, it would be so embarrassing if my classmates saw me. I still need my mom to send me home at this age." The son smiled and got on the bike. "Let's go, Mom. Goodbye."

I waved my hand, watched his tall figure disappear from my sight, shook my head, turned around, got into the car and started it.

(five)

"Here it comes. Here it comes."

I put down the soup spoon in my hand and just opened the door when Weiwei rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

As soon as my son came in, I smelled a strong smell of sweat. It seemed like I hadn't smelled this smell in many years. I guess it was when Weiwei's father was delivering building materials to someone and was in a hurry to see me and didn't have time to take a shower. I smelled this smell then. This smell is a unique body odor of men. But my Weiwei also has it now. Maybe it has existed for a long time, but I just didn't notice it before. This strong masculine body odor makes me feel a little dizzy.

"Look at you, you're so dirty. Go wash your hands." I gently hit his hand that was reaching for the dish with a spatula, and said angrily.

"Yes, my beautiful mother." She smiled and hugged me and pecked me on the face. Run quickly to the bathroom.

My face flushed and I stood there in a daze. It’s not that Weiwei has never treated me like this. On the contrary, she shows affection to me like this almost every day. I used to be always very happy when he expressed his love to me in this way, but today, after I discovered his secret, his kiss actually gave me a feeling of electric shock, just like the feeling of a young girl in love being secretly kissed by her lover, a long-lost feeling, as if the Weide of that time had come back, as if I was as beautiful as a spring flower, standing in the fiery red apricot forest, graceful and elegant.

"Where's Dad? He's not coming back again?"

Weiwei came up from behind me, and I sighed, "Your dad is too busy now, no one is taking care of you, so don't be too naughty."

"Hehe, Daddy isn't as strict with me as you are." My son walked up to me with a grin on his face and lowered his head to sniff my head.

"What are you doing?" I pretended to be angry and lowered my head to avoid him. My son is very tall. It seems to be taller than Wade.

"It smells so good. Mom, I love your smell."

I suddenly felt myself blushing. He liked my own smell, including the smell of the secretions on my underwear.

"That's nonsense. There is no fragrance on my mother's body." I blushed and lowered my head to go into the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"Yes, yes, mommy's smell is the best."

My son followed me into the kitchen and helped me serve the dishes.

"Wow, what is this? There are so many delicious foods."

On the table, the son lifted the lid of the soup can. The fragrance is everywhere.

"Mullet stewed with salted fish. You are so busy studying now, and you have to play this ball and that ball. Don't overwork yourself."

I blushed a little. When buying vegetables, I remembered Ruyi's words again. Never let a man's body be exhausted. Wei De can't do it anymore, but Wei Wei, even though he is still young, isn't he already doing things that adults do?

"Eat more. Is it delicious?"

Seeing him eating so happily, I was happy and gave him another bowl.

"Mom, do you want to eat too?"

My son took my bowl and filled one for me as well.

"Mom made this specially for you. You go to bed so late every day. Can your body digest it?"

I felt my face getting hot.

The son seemed to sense something as well, his face turned red and he lowered his head. Slurping the soup.

After dinner and clearing the dishes, I saw my son fiddling with the TV remote control in the living room.

"Weiwei, mom is going to the supermarket. You stay home and do your homework well."

"Mom, wait for me, I'll go with you." My son quickly put down the remote control and ran towards me.

"No, it's not far, Mom will go alone, you can do your homework at home."

"No, Dad said there are a lot of bad guys out there. When he's not at home, I'm a grown man and I have to protect Mom."

I couldn't help but feel sad. My son has grown into a grown man, but what about my man?

I stopped rejecting my son and closed the door. I'm going to the garage to pick up my car.

"What are you doing, Mom? It's so close that we can just walk there. You should exercise more after dinner."

"Okay, exercise, exercise."

I gave up the idea of ​​picking up the car.

"Mom is almost an old woman, why is she still exercising?"

My son grabbed my arm and turned his head to look at my face.

"What are you doing, bad boy?" I blushed and scolded with a smile.

"Yes, yes, it's the old woman. She's also the most beautiful old woman mother."

"Smooth talk, you little bastard."

I smiled and reached out to tap him on the head.

When we came back, something unexpected happened.

The supermarket is not far away, but you have to cross a busy night market. In the past, when I drove there, I didn’t take that road.

That road is indeed not safe, just as Wade said. There are many small barbecue stalls in the night market, most of whom are Uyghurs from Xinjiang. So there are many Uyghur children stealing there. But it is rarely robbed.

And I really encountered it. Weiwei was walking on my left side, carrying the things she bought from the supermarket. I carried a small handbag, held his arm, and talked to him as we walked. Suddenly, a young Uyghur man, about seven or eight years old, rushed over from my right side and snatched my purse from my shoulder with one hand.

"Oh, my bag." I screamed, and the thief had already run away.

My son immediately let go of my hand, dropped the things in his hands, and rushed up in one step. I hurriedly called him: "Weiwei, Weiwei. Come back, don't chase me."

There was nothing in the bag, just a phone, a makeup box, and some money. But what should I do if my son chases after me and gets hurt? Those from Xinjiang are all in groups.

I never knew my son could run so fast. The two slender legs only took a few steps, and before the child could get into the alley, the son stood in front of him.

"Bring it here."

I hurried to catch up. The son had blocked the child at the entrance of the alley.

The child was mumbling something. Although I didn't understand, I knew he was calling their people.

I grabbed my son and said, "Forget it, Weiwei. There's nothing in the bag. Don't argue with them."

People watching the fun on the roadside gathered around. I saw several young men from Xinjiang running towards here from the alley. I couldn't help but get very anxious.

"Weiwei, let's go, forget it."

"Mom, don't pull me. We can't just let it go like this."

"Give me."

The son turned around and stared at the child. Reach out to him. The child was still mumbling something. But his eyes were fixed on a few young men from Xinjiang who walked into the crowd.

A Uighur man in his twenties walked up to the child and talked to him. I held my son's arms tightly and pulled him.

After a while, the child pointed at his son and then at me, as if telling which person the bag was his and that his son was with me.

Perhaps it was because there were too many people around, or perhaps it was because their tall son made them feel scared. The young man took my bag from the child. He handed it to my son with a smile. While speaking in his broken Mandarin, he said: "It's just a joke, it's just a joke."

My body was still shaking as Weiwei held my arm on the way home.

"You just scared your mother to death. What if they hit you?" I complained to him.

"It's no big deal if a bag is lost. If something happens to you, what will mom and dad do?"

As I said this I actually felt tears coming out.

"It's okay, Mom." My son hugged my waist tightly and pulled me into his strong arms.

"They wouldn't dare to do that. There are so many people here. Besides, it's rare for me to go shopping with my mother, and someone snatched her bag. If my classmates knew about this, would I still have the face to go to school?"

"That's better than something happening to you. Anyway, don't do this again. Mom is so scared. Do you understand, Weiwei?"

"Okay, Mom, I promise you, good mom."

My son smiled brightly and hugged me tighter.

Snuggling in his arms, I felt that my son had truly grown into a big boy. I could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. The alluring smell of sweat kept emanating from his chest and armpits, and I felt dizzy and even a little intoxicated. I couldn't help but think of the time when she was with his father. It seemed that the smell of Wei De also intoxicated her in the same way.

(six)

I really found that I was obsessed with Weiwei. This discovery surprised me, but also made me feel painful and ashamed.

Ever since Wei De no longer came home often, I have been too lazy to dress up. But after my son told me that I smelled good, I actually started to dress up intentionally or unintentionally. I even use some light perfume.

Whenever my son sniffs me and tells me that I smell good, I actually feel a little shy and a little proud.

After dinner every day, I ask my son to accompany me for a walk outside, and of course I won’t go to the supermarket.

The reason I wanted him to go out with me was that I liked the feeling when he held me in his arms, smelled the scent of his body, felt his strong body, and listened to his strong heartbeat. It made me feel like a hazy girl in love.

I began to care about the underwear I took off. Every day after changing my underwear, I would go back to the room and listen carefully to the noise outside. I would hear the sound of Weiwei coming down the stairs. Every time he would stay in front of my door for a while. Now I dare not close the door without locking it. And every time I return to my room, I always turn off the lights. Weiwei might have seen that the light in my room was off, so she reluctantly went to the bathroom to get my underwear. After he went upstairs, I would definitely go to the bathroom to check. I would find that my underwear was indeed missing. And the next morning it would be back in the bathroom. Sometimes I would sneak to the third floor and watch him masturbate through his curtains, because watching my son masturbate always makes me very excited, especially when I see him put my underwear on his penis and rub it on the penis that is about to ejaculate, it always makes me unable to control my love juice. Then I would go back to the room, thinking about my son's penis that is getting longer and thicker, and imagine the fake penis in my hand as my son's thick thing, twitching in my vagina.

I know it is sinful and immoral. But I just couldn't control the thoughts, and eventually, if I didn't think about my son's penis while masturbating, I couldn't bring myself to orgasm.

To some extent, my attachment to my son made me gradually ignore the existence of my husband. Wei De would come back from time to time, but he was still the same as before. I had almost no hope for him anymore. My husband still loves me very much, but he also feels guilty.

The day I knew I fell in love with my son was when I received a phone call from home. When I answered it, I heard a delicate little girl's voice looking for my son. Then I saw my son holding the phone and returning to his room. He hasn't come out for a long time, and I can clearly feel my heart aching and sad. I wonder if my son is in a premature love relationship. I want to listen to what they are talking about, but I can't bring myself to do it. That day, my son did not come down to take my changed underwear. I almost did not sleep all night. I was upset and confused. I repeatedly advised myself that I could not go on like this or it would ruin this family. But when I thought of the smell of my son and his erect penis, I became confused. In this family, there is a mother who falls in love with her son, and a son who is obsessed with his mother. What kind of family is this?

I began to worry about my son's premature love affair, but fortunately I was just too suspicious. My son is not in a romantic relationship.

He is still as obsessed with my smell as before. Obsessed with my body.

I know that something that shouldn't happen will happen one day. Because I asked myself if I would refuse if it were to happen, and the answer was so vague and unsteady. Even I cannot control my desire for my own son, so how can I stop my son who is in adolescence and has the strongest desires? Besides, I am so obsessed with him.

Wei De left again. This is the nth time he has been on a business trip in the past three months. Even I can’t remember how many times he has been there. On the night before leaving, Wei De came home and said goodbye to me and my son.

"Listen to your mother at home and don't just play. Now that your father is gone, you have to take good care of your mother."

I have become accustomed to my husband's coming and going, and I don't care much about it. Sometimes I doubt whether I still love my husband. But I would immediately deny my doubts, because no matter how obsessed I am with Weiwei, when I think about the days without Wei De, I will involuntarily be afraid from the bottom of my heart. After all, I have been with him since I was 18, and I have been through all the ups and downs of the past decade with him. And he once gave me so much happiness. And he still continues to love me and this family.

When Weiwei and I were the only ones left at home, I seemed to become more dissolute. To be shameless, sometimes I felt like I was seducing my son. After taking a shower, I would go into the living room without wearing any underwear, just a translucent nightgown, sit next to my son and watch TV with him. Even walking in front of him, I could feel my son's burning gaze following my erect breasts or swaying buttocks.

I would put my underwear, which was wet with love juice because I thought about his huge and hard penis during the day, into the bathroom. Sometimes, the love juice was not even dry on the underwear when I took it off. I would still go to his window and watch him masturbate. While watching, I would try to caress my body. Sometimes, while watching, I would even want to go inside and put the big thing in my son's hand directly into my body. This fantasy would bring me to orgasm very quickly, even before my son came.

Sometimes I hate myself for being so lewd, and I don’t know what purpose I can achieve by seducing my son in this way. But I just want to do this. When his eyes are fixed on my hungry body under my nightgown, I feel an inexplicable pleasure.

I had no idea what terrible consequences my son's abnormal love for his mother would have. In a sense, I sometimes even confuse Weiwei with his father. The young, bright and strong son often makes me unconsciously mistake him for the young Wei De.

The final exams were approaching at school, and I was surprised by Weiwei's homeroom teacher's unexpected visit.

Since elementary school, my son has never given us any worries with his studies. He is smart and loves to study. This is more like his father. He had always been one of the top students in the school, but he failed two subjects in the test before the final exam. The teacher also reported that he, who used to perform very well in the school basketball and football teams, had recently become lazy and had no energy at training. Moreover, he is always distracted in class and answers irrelevant questions.

I didn't hear clearly what the teacher said afterwards, and my mind was in a mess. I understood the crux of the problem, but those reasons could never be explained to others. And I know that my son and I are deeply involved with each other, and it is impossible to seek help from external forces or outsiders to mediate.

After the teacher left, I pondered for a long time and decided to have a good talk with my son, because this was no small matter. My son was really in a premature love affair, and the person who made him fall in love was his biological mother. I realized that I had made the most immoral, basest, and despicable mistake. I want to have a thorough talk with Weiwei. I can't destroy my beloved son.

"Weiwei, don't go out today. Mom has something to tell you." After dinner, I sat on the sofa opposite my son.

"Today, your teacher Liu is here."

My son obviously knew what I was going to say. He withdrew his smiling look and lowered his head. At that moment, I felt that my son was still like a child.

"I'm not talking about your performance in school."

My son raised his head again and looked at me in surprise.

I suppressed my pounding heart. My son’s fundamental problem was not his performance in school. It's his psychology. I must have a real psychological exchange with him.

"Weiwei, Mommy loves you very much. In the past, and even more so now."

"I love you, too, Mom."

There was a light in my son's eyes that made my heart palpitate. I interrupted him.

"Mom knows, just like you know mom. But, Weiwei, mom is a bad woman, sometimes, sometimes even shameless,"

"No, Mom, you are not. You are the best mom in the world." My son corrected me hurriedly.

"Listen to me, Weiwei."

I licked my lips. No matter what, I had to explain everything that happened before, otherwise the consequences would be very serious.

"You can see that Dad has seldom been home lately. Maybe you don't know the reason, but your dad still loves your mom as much as before, but."

I really don’t know what to say next, I really want to back out. But I saw my son's confused eyes.

Grit your teeth.

"Dad, Mom, and Weiwei, we have always lived a happy life. Mom loves Dad very much. But a year ago, your dad's health suddenly became poor."

"I know, Mom."

My son's face suddenly turned red, and I looked at him in surprise.

"Mom, I heard you talk to Dad, and I know you went to see a doctor."

My son’s words left me dumbfounded. It seems like this kid knows a lot?

"I also heard you and Daddy cry, and I also know that Daddy can't have sex with you anymore."

My mind is in a mess.

"You, you're a kid, how...how could you..." I was a little at a loss.

"Mom, don't be angry. I'm not a child anymore. I'm already seventeen. In ancient times, I should have had children. In my class, some students are in love and some have had sex."

Oh my god, why are kids nowadays like this?

I suppressed my pounding heart. Cleared his throat. I have to change from being passive to being active.

"Weiwei, now you know. Mommy won't hide it from you. Ever since your daddy's health deteriorated, mommy and daddy have not been happy."

"During this period of time, Mom doesn't know what to do."

My face turned red and I really wanted to end this awkward conversation.

"Mom sometimes seems to be a little mentally disturbed. She always thinks you are your dad. Weiwei, you look so much like your dad when he was young. Sometimes mom always mistakes you for him. To be honest, mom doesn't know what to do. I am also very scared and confused."

My tears came out and I felt helpless and weak.

"Mom. Don't." Seeing me crying, my son's eyes turned red, and he stammered, wanting to sit next to me.

"Sit down, Weiwei. Listen to what mom has to say."

"Mom is very shameless sometimes. Sometimes I even feel like she is seducing you. Don't say anything. Every time I do this, I feel very painful and hate myself."

"Mom knows you, too. She likes me. She knows what you do before going to bed every day. I've seen it from your window."

My son's face turned red and he lowered his head.

"Originally, these things are normal. You have reached puberty, and mom knows everything. Your dad should have talked to you about these things, but mom didn't want him to know. Mom didn't know how to tell you. Although this matter is not a big deal, mom is also afraid that your body can't handle it. So, mom stews this and that every day. I'm really afraid that you will damage your body at such a young age."

It was extremely difficult to talk to my son like this. My heart was pounding.

"But mom didn't expect that it would still affect you. Teacher Liu said that you are always distracted now, and you don't go to team training. Your grades have plummeted. Mom is so worried and sad. Mom thinks I have harmed you. If mom had told you as soon as she found out, maybe this wouldn't have happened. But mom has never talked to you because sometimes mom really, really doesn't want to hinder you."

There are some thoughts that I still find difficult to express.

"But if you continue like this, Mom will be very worried. Mom doesn't know what to say to you, but you really can't go on like this. Do you understand, son?"

"Got it, Mom."

The son lowered his head. I didn't feel relieved. I stood up, walked to my son and hugged his head. The son froze as if he was about to resist. She no longer acted like a spoiled child to me like she did a few days ago.

I felt like something stung my heart.

For several days, although my son and I were still coming in and out frequently, I felt like he was distancing himself from me. My heart aches and I feel helpless. I found that my son no longer sneaked downstairs at night to get my changed underwear, and he went to bed earlier than before. I can't describe the feeling I have, but it's definitely not happiness. I also know that I may not have convinced my son at all, but my son has grown up and he is just forcing himself to suppress himself.

(seven)

But my son definitely worked hard, and his grades improved during the final exam. Wei De was very happy and brought home a computer that his son had always wanted. He still seldom goes home, and now that his son is on winter vacation, he comes back even less often. He said that he feels more at ease with a son at home. I only feel pressure when I face my grown-up son every day. I still sometimes think of my son as my husband. Even though I repeatedly advised myself and even scolded myself, it was of no avail.

A week after Weiwei had a holiday, Weide went to Beijing. But I suddenly fell ill. Actually, it wasn't an illness. When I was going downstairs in the hospital, I missed a step and rolled down more than 20 steps. There were no injuries. But I sprained my waist and legs. Weiwei almost cried when she came to see me in the hospital.

"Silly boy, you are useless. Mom is fine."

Looking at my anxious son, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart. When I got home that day, my son immediately carried me from downstairs to my room. He is a grown man now, and he is very strong. My face got hot again in my son's arms.

After settling me down, my son called his father.

I burst into tears only after receiving Wei De’s call, which made my husband very anxious. That night, her husband flew back.

Wei De took me to the hospital for another check-up, and was relieved only after confirming that there was nothing serious.

But broken bones cannot be healed in a day or two. When Wei De was at home, he always slept with me. It has been a long time since I slept in my husband's arms, smelling his familiar body odor. My desire began to rise again.

Wei De noticed my eagerness and considerately stripped me naked. He first used his hands and then his mouth, and soon coaxed me to orgasm. Looking at the way my husband was staring at my body, so eagerly and longingly, I knew he could do nothing. I feel terribly guilty. Wei De stayed at home for four days and then left. The job in Beijing was about to be put up for tender, so Wei De had to go to Beijing.

After my husband left, the responsibility of taking care of me fell on my son. The son promised his father very well.

"Dad, go ahead and rest assured. If you come back and find that Mom has one more gray hair or one pound less, you will stop giving me pocket money for a year."

Looking at his son who is almost taller than him. The husband left satisfied.

My son is very obedient and no longer goes out to play ball or visit friends. He gets up early every day. He can't cook, but the food he buys is quite varied. Basically, they are all my favorite foods. When he has nothing to do, he stays with me in the room, watching TV and playing chess.

Or just help me take a walk in the yard. When Ruyi and the others came to see me, they smacked their lips in surprise and said that I was lucky to have married a loving husband and had a loving son. Sometimes when I see my son busying around, I really can’t describe how I feel. Not to mention my daily life, my son also has to change my dressings every day. The Chinese medicine doctor prescribed several plasters. I can apply the ones on my legs by myself, but only my son can help me with the one on my waist. After a few days, even though I exposed my back every day for him to apply the plaster, my son was still well behaved. I couldn't see his eyes when he was applying the plaster to me, but I could hear his rapid breathing. But the son has no extra hands and feet. After applying the medicine, he helped me take off my clothes.

But I always feel like a guilty thief, blushing and my heart beating fast.

But no one can stop what is going to happen. It is as if it is destined that unusual things will happen between me and my son.

After a week, I felt that the pain in my waist was almost healed and I only needed to take a few more pills. My leg was not seriously injured. As usual, after dinner, my son washed the dishes and came into the room to apply medicine for me. I lay on the bed, and my son rolled up my pajamas to my waist, covered the old plaster with a hot towel, and after a while, pulled it off. Then apply the new plaster that has been ironed. Although I couldn't see my son's eyes, I could feel his hot eyes moving up and down my exposed waist and back, and I could also hear his rapid breathing, which he was trying hard to control. This made me feel instinctively shy, and I buried my head in the pillow, my face hot and burning.

In fact, I feel this way every day when I change the dressing.

When the plaster was applied to the wound, I felt it was too hot. Exclaimed.

"oops."

I wanted to grab him on the back with my backhand, but it wasn't really that, it was just an instinctive reaction. But my hand suddenly reached between my son's legs. At first I didn't realize what it was until I seemed to grab something hard and thick, and then I felt what it was. Oh my God, I was actually holding my son's erect penis. I almost wanted to pull my hand back quickly, but at that moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

It seems like everything is arranged. In the darkness, I heard my son's heavy breathing, and my hand, which I had hurriedly pulled back, was grabbed by my son.

"Mother."

My son called me softly, and his hand, which was much thicker and stronger than mine, pulled my hand and dragged it towards the place that I had just touched accidentally. When my palm touched the bulging thing under my son's crotch, my heart was suddenly in turmoil. My mind immediately emerged of my son lying on his bed, holding that strong, hard thing as if he was demonstrating to me. I didn't have time to think. My palms instinctively closed up, and through the thin clothing, I actually grasped the thing.

So big and hot, so tall and full of life.

I seemed to see again my son pressing my panties on the glans that was about to ejaculate.

It seemed as if I saw my son calling me softly while trembling with joy.

"Mother."

My son's voice trembled, and I seemed to feel his hot breath hitting my naked back. But my son's call also woke me up. My remaining sanity told me what I was doing.

I hurriedly wanted to pull my hand back.

But my son's hands were stronger and he held my wrist tightly. Wouldn't let me move.

"Mom. It feels so good."

I was immediately defeated. In my mind, I saw my son moaning in the same way when he was ejaculating.

I almost lost consciousness, my slender hands skillfully and forcefully grasped my son's young life. What a vivid and exciting life.

My son's hands were shaking almost non-stop as they slowly moved up my back. The hand was thick and powerful. The burning heat on my delicate skin on my back made me feel numb and tingling, a feeling that seemed to have been away from me for a long time. But I'm sure how much I like that feeling. I subconsciously straightened my back, allowing every inch of my delicate skin that longed for caress to stretch out under my son's palms.

My son's hand moved into my clothes with trembling hands. Resting on my round shoulders. It feels so good to knead it gently, and I let out a long breath. I don't want those hands to stop. There are too many parts of my body that need such a pair of warm and powerful hands to explore and caress.

My hands also unconsciously began to caress my son's lower body. I think it is a woman's instinct. Every woman, especially a woman who has experienced sex, when touching a man's erect penis, will unconsciously hold him in her palm, measure his length, feel his heat, experience his hardness, and share his passion.

The son's sexual organ seemed to have fully developed. Not only was it large and thick, it was almost the same length as his father's, and it seemed to be even hotter than his husband's.

My son's hand lingered on my shoulder and neck for a while, then slowly moved towards my chest. I panted and instinctively raised my shoulders slightly. My breasts, already swollen to the extreme with excitement, fell into my son's exploring and unskilled hands. I lay on my back on the bed, and my breasts, which were swollen with blood, felt very uncomfortable, as if they needed a pair of strong hands to rub and squeeze them hard. My son succeeded. I could hardly believe how full I was.

My son covered my firm breasts with his warm hands. After hesitating for a while, I felt that there were two nipples on my nipples that had already become erect due to excitement and were as hard as two pebbles. My son's hands seemed to be a little curious, but I think it was more of excitement. His fingers, probably his middle finger and index finger, actually pinched those two hard nipples. When his hands gently squeezed my swollen breasts, the hard nipples made him feel excited and excited.

"Mother."

My son's whisper no longer embarrassed me. Lust had already driven out all reason. That low call was like an aphrodisiac, and when it rang in my ears, I almost forgot to breathe. In a trance, the man next to me was my son one moment and my husband the next. In the end, I couldn't tell the difference. No, it was because I didn't have the time to tell the difference anymore.

Because my hands are no longer satisfied with just caressing my son's hard sexual organ through his clothes. That hot thing is tempting me to have more direct contact with him and feel his strength. I put my hand into my son's waistband and moved it down, and his crotch was propped up high. The thing was jumping slightly, struggling, and sliding into my slender hands with heat and fire. I pinched it.

“So hard.”

This made me wonder if my husband's hard penis had returned, but it seemed like his penis had never been so hard before. The genitals of young boys should be this hard. I held him tightly, letting his throbbing pulse heat my palms. What a hot thing.

My caress must have made my son feel more comfortable and happy than ever before. His hands almost stopped.

The panting was getting louder. My son stretched out his body, stopped sitting, and lay down next to me. He stretched out his legs, feeling constrained by his erection. I gently stroked my son's engorged penis. Let him lighten this restraint.

My son’s face was hot and reached my neck. His rapid breathing brought out a string of hot air that sprayed on my neck.

"Mother."

My son was calling me softly. Both hands increased their strength.

He was obviously more interested in my hard and erect nipples than my entire full and bulging breasts. He used his thumb and index finger to control my nipples, gently rotating and pulling them. His unskilled caresses made me feel more excited.

Without even looking, I could imagine how excited my nipples were.

"Mother."

My son was obviously not satisfied with my slow and leisurely stroking hand. He moved his butt forward and I felt the front end of that thing pressing against my waist. My son thrust his buttocks forward and the thing began to rub against my waist.

"slight."

I turned my head and faced my son. The room was still dark and I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only feel his hot, rapid breath on my face.

"I'm your mother."

I don’t know if this can be considered a final resistance because I am so weak and powerless.

"Mother."

My son’s hands firmly pinched my nipples and his lower body pushed against me even harder.

I sighed. Give up struggling. Turn around slowly. My son's hands immediately moved to my back and wrapped me in his not yet mature but already strong arms. I could feel my son's heart beating wildly. His body was so strong and hot.

At that moment, I felt all the pain in my body disappear and my senses became sharper. My son's thick and huge sexual organ was pressed tightly against my lower abdomen through the clothes. It was still beating faintly. My son’s hug was so tight that it almost made me breathless, but I felt so comfortable and safe. It was like being in the arms of my husband. But there was a stimulation and strange excitement that she had never experienced in her husband's arms.

My son obviously didn't know what to do next. He just kept rubbing me in his arms and thrusting his hard thing into me. But there was no other action.

"Mom, I'm so sad."

My son called softly in my ear. Only then did I realize that he was still a child who understood nothing and could not do anything. A grown up boy who has never experienced the world.

Darkness makes people forget shame and morality, and forget restraints and rules.

"Weiwei, don't move, mom will help you."

My voice was almost inaudible in the darkness, and I think my face must have been so red that it was about to bleed. My hands took off my son's pants. I took off my son's pants with my own hands.

When I held my son's penis again, I couldn't help but sigh at his greatness. My son heard me.

He no longer pushed the hot thing against my lower abdomen desperately, but I could feel him trembling slightly. I gripped that huge cock tightly and began to stroke it expertly, just as I caressed his father and just as he caressed himself when he masturbated.

“Oh, Mom!”

My son was panting and his moans were so long and touching.

His hand also moved down from my bare back, slowly inserted into the waistband of my pants, and then went down. My plump, curvy buttocks fell into his hands. The moment my son grabbed my butt, I felt like running away. After all, I am his mother. But my son's hands were so strong that they clamped my hips tightly, leaving me no room to struggle.

Another reason I wanted to escape was because I was shy. As early as when my son forced me to hold his sexual organ, I felt my lower body starting to get wet, and that shameless love fluid kept oozing out from the depths of my vagina without stopping for a moment. As he caressed my breasts, I felt my inner thighs become sticky. Then there's the area between the buttocks, where that disgusting liquid flows everywhere. When my son hugged my hips, they were already wet.

And my wetness obviously excited my son. His hands were so long that when he held me from the front, his hands actually moved slowly towards my buttocks. She was about to let her son explore the most shameful and embarrassing part of his mother.

This thought made my whole body tremble. I tried to resist, but I felt more liquid flowing out.

(eight)

It was getting wetter and more and more sticky liquid made my son's hand explore my crotch resolutely. I felt my son's breathing become faster, almost like a moan. The penis in my hand became harder and harder, and seemed to become bigger and thicker. My son is still a big boy. His thick glans is still covered with a thin layer of skin, unlike his father's smooth and round thing that is exposed so freely. But my son is still growing up. It won’t be long before he will be as tall and majestic as my husband. No, maybe even taller than my husband.

No matter how tightly I squeezed my legs together, I couldn't stop my son's curious hands. The moment he spread my legs apart. My face must have been blushing or extremely excited. I moaned and buried my face in my son's chest.

My son finally found his mother's source, and I felt embarrassed as if soup had been spilled between my legs. But when my son's trembling fingers almost cautiously touched my swollen and open vagina that was constantly spitting out love juice, I unexpectedly felt more comfortable than ever before, as if I had finally accomplished something.

"Mom, you have so much water."

My son whispered in my ear, not in a teasing tone, but in praise.

“Hmm.”

I pressed my blushing face against my son's violently beating heart. Her hand tightly grasped his hard penis. Exploring a woman's body for the first time makes a son feel excited, curious and nervous. His fingers moved carefully across my hips. I parted the swollen labia, and the soft and opened little mouth, and even the messy and soft pubic hair on both sides, all made my son admire it. His exploration also made my desire erupt like a volcano. I shiver wherever my fingers touch. Makes me want to moan loudly. But the hands that were roaming around my shameful private parts were those of my beloved son.

My son's fingers rubbed back and forth between my cracked, swollen and numb labia. This rubbing made my vagina like an opened river, constantly flowing out of the love fluid that made me shy. It also made the deep part of my vagina start to itch, and the sensitive mucous membrane and muscles inside the vagina began to twitch and spasm slightly. This itching and spasm are the inevitable reactions of a normal woman who, after being sexually stimulated, wants a man's erect penis to thrust in and rub against her. And in my hand I have something like this, fully erect, looking exactly like the sexual organ that an excited woman would want. But I can't, because this thing is on my son's body.

But my resistance could not determine my body's reaction. I twisted my slender waist, and soft moans began to escape from my mouth. I raised my lower body and entangled my vagina with my son's fingers. There was an unbearable itch in my twitching vagina, an itch that was so painful that it made one want to die.

My son certainly didn't know how sad I was. His fingers were just curiously exploring outside my vaginal opening. He probably felt the twitching there, or was attracted by the liquid flowing out of it. After hesitating for a while, his fingers actually went in.

Oh my god.

I clamped my legs together. No, to be exact, I suddenly tightened the sphincter in my lower body.

My son's fingers, though, were not as satisfying as his erect penis, which was now in my hand. But the moment that somewhat clumsy finger entered his mother's wet vaginal opening, I still felt great pleasure.

"Mom, it's so tight, it feels like you're biting me."

My son confided in me.

"Weiwei..."

I almost cried. She began to breathe rapidly and moan softly.

I did not teach my son how to move, and even a promiscuous mother probably would not do so. However, my son's fingers really explored my lower body. The hungry mucous membranes on the smooth vaginal cavity that was covered with love juice kept entwining around my son's fingers. I couldn't tell whether it was my son's middle finger or index finger that was inside me, but he did go in very deep, caressing the spasming mucous membrane inside my cavity. This caress made me feel my lower body twitching with pleasure. The love juice keeps flowing out like a stream that never stops. When I placed my hand on my crotch, I could feel it was covered with sticky liquid that made me feel shy and helpless.

For boys, perhaps the exploration of the female body itself is the greatest stimulation for them. As he was groping hard inside my wet vagina, I could feel my son's penis growing bigger and hotter. I also heard his breathing so heavy. And his strong body began to tense up and tremble.

I am already a very mature and experienced wife and mother in sexual terms, and my son's performance makes me feel that he is about to reach the peak of happiness. My hands were actually a little sore because Weiwei's penis was really big, and it was difficult to hold it in one hand. This makes it more difficult to jerk him off, because men need stronger and faster friction when they are aroused. My son's sexual organs have not yet fully developed, which also prevents him from reaching his peak any faster. The thin layer of skin covering the head prevented me from directly and effectively stimulating the most sensitive part of the male's glans when I was stroking him, and my son didn't seem like a child who had never had this experience. He himself had already learned how to make himself happy. Long-term masturbation reduces the original sensitivity of sexual organs. And I'm afraid of hurting him, so it won't be easier for him to reach orgasm when I stroke him than when he does it himself. But sometimes psychological stimulation is even more severe than physiological stimulation. This is what my son is like now.

He felt greater stimulation when he caressed my private parts. My stroking also gave him a different feeling from when he did it himself.

Now, I can feel that my son is about to arrive. Think of a mother trying to use her hand to prepare her son to ejaculate. I felt extremely ashamed, and this shame turned into a strange stimulation and great excitement in the darkness. Listening to my son's panting and moaning in my ears, I actually felt a kind of obscene pleasure.

"Mom, mom. I...I..."

My son suddenly trembled, pulled out his hand that was groping in my vagina, and hugged me tightly with both hands.

"Baby, Weiwei, come on."

I felt my son's urgency. The strength and frequency of the hands also increased.

My son's young body, which was about to ejaculate, was so hot that it almost suffocated me. My son thrust his hips towards me, motionless, with his hard penis standing straight, trembling, and spasming, waiting for that moment to come. My lust also aroused my son's excitement to a peak. I actually started to pant, as if I was about to reach a climax, feeling nervous and excited.

Weiwei's male organ began to swell, until it was almost breaking free from my hands, and the trembling intensified.

“Mom…ah!”

He cried out slightly, and I felt the thing in my hand twitching. The hot liquid hit my lower abdomen repeatedly as my son's sexual organs twitched. When the hot liquid sprayed on me, I seemed to have experienced an orgasm. I could feel that with each powerful ejaculation of my son, the sphincter in my vagina began to contract in rhythm with his ejaculation. And the pleasure similar to that experienced during orgasm rises from deep within the vagina and quickly spreads throughout the body.

I hugged my son's sturdy back with my back arms and sighed long and emotionally.

"Weiwei..."

It was as if I had really experienced an orgasm with my head and tail tilted sideways. My body was still trembling slightly, I felt a little dizzy, and there was some sweat on my forehead and back. The worst thing was my private parts, which were wet and sticky. This made me feel shy because it was my son who made me so wet. But I was happy, and just as you would after a really wild and satisfying sexual experience with a man, I felt relaxed and peaceful and a little sleepy.

My son's breathing had not yet fully recovered, but I felt so good listening to his strong heartbeat.

My son was also sweating, and I snuggled in his strong arms. The smell of his sweat brought an indescribable comfort to me, permeating and enveloping me.

I closed my eyes slightly and didn't want to move at all. At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly came on. The sudden light made me feel extremely embarrassed. My face felt even hotter and I buried my face deeper into my son’s chest. How should I face my beloved son?

Suddenly, my son's wet and hot lips touched my forehead.

"Mom, I feel so comfortable. I have never felt so comfortable before."

My body trembled and I didn't know how to answer my son.

My son's hands gently caressed my bare back.

"Mom, your skin is so smooth and soft."

The son murmured his praises. Just like when he had just complimented me on how wet I was, my son’s words made my heart race.

"Mom smells so good."

I also felt a very pleasant smell all around me, but it was not any kind of fragrance. I knew it was the smell of my love fluid. It was not fragrant, but a strange but arousing smell. Weiwei's father also said that this smell always makes him excited. The room is now filled with the smell of freshly ejaculated semen. The semen was solidified in my lower abdomen when it was ejaculated, but now it is gradually melting and flowing down my abdomen. The taste of a boy's semen is really different from that of an adult man. It has an indescribable fragrance, like the smell of some plant in bloom. That smell makes me feel intoxicated.

"Mother……"

My son held my hot face in his hands. I slowly raised my eyes and saw that his face was also red and hot, and his eyes were full of love and gratitude. I hugged his neck, closed my eyes and raised my face. The son's hot lips trembled as he leaned forward.

When their lips touched, they were immediately attracted together like magnets. My son was unfamiliar with the subject and he sucked my lips hard. I gasped, parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. My son is smart. Our tongues are entangled and sucking each other.

It turns out that kissing your own son is so intoxicating.

After a long time, we separated, our eyes met, and thousands of words were exchanged in an instant. Then I realized that my son's gaze was no longer like that of a little boy. It was clearly the look a man has when he looks at his beloved woman. I closed my eyes and tears welled up. His son actually accomplished what his father had not been able to do for a long time. Fate has destined me to be entangled with the two men I love most in this life.

“Mom…Mom…”

My son saw my tears and was probably scared, so he called me softly.

"Weiwei..." I was speechless, but my tears were even greater.

"Mom, just scold me." My son's self-blame made me feel distressed.

"Weiwei is not wrong. If she is wrong, it is also Mom's fault."

"No, Mom. Mom, I love you so much. It's not that I love Mom's love, it's that I love you. I often can't sleep at night because I often miss you."

"Sometimes I think about it during the day, and it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Weiwei, mom loves you too. I love you so much. But mom is really scared because mom also loves your dad. What should mom do?"

"Mother……"

My son kissed me again, and we were like two hungry lovers, caressing each other's mouth and lips.

(Nine)

Once the psychological taboo is broken, it becomes unrealistic to stick to anything.

My seventeen-year-old son's young desire was stirring again. Only half an hour after he ejaculated, I felt his penis against his lower abdomen beginning to show signs of erection again. The thing that was soft and well-behaved just now is waking up.

As it slowly hardened, it actually aroused my still-unextinguished sexual desire.

Passionate kissing is aphrodisiac. What's more, I could feel the hot and hard erection of the man in my abdomen.

My son's sucking began to become stronger and wilder, which made me feel dizzy. The shameful private parts below the lower abdomen began to tremble again, and fresh secretions began to secrete from the vaginal cavity again. I felt the fire of desire burning in my lower body, and I felt empty and itchy.

I began to moan softly, gasping through my nose, and twisted my slender waist, allowing myself to feel the excitement brought by my son's large and hot penis. My son also gently moved that hard thing forward, touching my body. His hands were stroking my back randomly. I guided my beloved son, slowly changing from lying on his side to me on the bottom and him on the top. My son's young body was strong and firm. When it pressed against my petite body, I felt how happy it was to be covered by such a strong male body. He was so hot and so strong.

We were still kissing passionately, but my hands had already begun to caress my son's strong and muscular back. Every inch of my son's skin made me sigh, how good it is to be young! Unlike his father, who already has fat around his waist and abdomen, my son's body is full of youthful breath. The smooth skin is tight and elastic, and the flat and firm belly fits tightly against my abdomen. My private parts were pressed against my son's male organ, which had just grown erect and was already very majestic.

Even through my pajamas, I could still feel his hardness and heat. He rubbed back and forth against my lower body, thrusting restlessly against my itchy vagina.

I felt so hot and uncomfortable as if I was sweating. I twisted my body and closed and opened my legs because too much love juice had secreted out and made my private parts wet as if they were soaked in water. I even felt a sticky liquid under my butt. I began to struggle, wanting to expose myself. I wanted to be naked and close to my son.

"Weiwei, take off mom's clothes." I was a little shy. I couldn't ask my son to take off all his clothes.

But my son understood, he freed his hands and gently pulled my pants down. I squeezed my eyes shut. My son carefully took my pants off me. I raised my hips and legs, my face flushed. My son was obviously curious and excited about the first naked female body in front of him. He no longer pressed on me, but lay sideways next to me. I felt his eyes moving back and forth on my naked body, and I was extremely shy at that time. With my eyes tightly closed, my son's hand stopped on my swollen breasts. My rosy nipples were proudly erect. My son's fingers pinched and gently stroked the small grains on my areola that bulged due to excitement.

My son lowered his head, took my bright red nipple into his mouth, and started licking it with his tongue.

It is different from the stimulation of my nipples by my husband, although the method is the same, but when my son sucks my nipples, in addition to the excitement, I feel as if my son has returned to his childhood, when I fed him in the same way. This feeling adds a lot of maternal love to my excitement. I couldn't help but put my hand on Weiwei's head and gently stroke the top of my son's head.

But my son is no longer as obedient as he was when he was little. He doesn't just suck. Instead, he begins to lick my nipple with his hot tongue, slowly circling it. He is feeling every hardened little bump on my enlarged areola. His teasing increases my sexual desire dramatically, and after a while, I actually let out a charming moan from my mouth and nose. I pushed my breasts out; I loved it when my son teased them like that. The son couldn't let go of the round and plump breasts. He played with one and then the other. When I opened my eyes slightly and looked, the nipple that came out of my son's mouth was always soaked in his saliva like a purple-red bead, hard and extremely sexy, and as bright as if blood beads were oozing out of it. This scene made my lower body start to twitch involuntarily, and naturally caused me to secrete more love juice.

My son's hand moved across my soft belly, as if looking for the mark of where he once lived. Soon he became interested in my plump, protruding part covered with black hair. My son put his hand on my pubic mound and gently combed the messy hair there with his fingers. This made me extremely shy, because the messy hair was covered with the love juice that I had just secreted and was secreting now, as well as the liquefied semen that my son had just ejaculated on it. It was wet and sticky. I moaned and squeezed my legs together. I didn't dare let my son's hand go any further. Because between my buttocks, there was a large amount of female sexual excitement fluid flowing out due to his caress. How could she let her son see or touch what comes out of his mother when she is excited?

My son's hand finally reached down, and my shyness and persistence were no match for his curiosity.

My son's hot hand entered my crotch. I moaned and reluctantly opened my tightly closed legs, exposing my most shameful part to my son's palm and gaze. The hot hand quickly rubbed across my clitoris, which was swollen and extremely sensitive. The labia, which was also swollen and cracked, found the female cavity that he had been exploring in the slippery flesh. The muscles on the inner wall of the vagina, twitching due to extreme sexual excitement, pulled the swollen and open vaginal opening, causing that shameful little opening to open and close. What was even more terrible was that it actually kept spitting out a lot of sticky love fluid as it opened and closed.

When my son was determined to explore the source of the liquid, I instinctively raised my hips and let out a low sigh.

The hot fingers entered my sensitive lower body again. As it roamed and turned inside me, I subconsciously pushed my vagina up, letting out the moan that every woman would naturally make at that moment. I felt that the itching in my lower body was not relieved by the stroking of my son's fingers, but became even more severe. My vaginal sphincter contracted unconsciously, and my vaginal mucosa kept wrapping around my son's fingers. My hands began to search, looking for what every woman wants most when she is sexually excited.

My son's penis was really fully erect again. I gently squeezed the hard thing and it was hot and arousing. I opened my eyes and wanted to see the thing that I often peeked at through the window.

It was so huge, actually bigger than the penis of my familiar husband and it was so hard and so hot, it was throbbing in my hands like a living being. My son happily placed his well-developed sexual organ in my hand and I stroked it, and he gasped with pleasure. Looking at and caressing something like this, I felt the unbearable itching became more intense, and it seemed as if thousands of wriggling little bugs had entered my vagina, drilling and biting inside my body. This made me groan loudly in sadness. I tightened my lower body and twisted my slender waist. I wanted this fully erect and hot thing in my hand right now. As for who this thing was on, it didn't matter at this time.

"Weiwei, Weiwei." I began to call my son softly, my hands eagerly guiding him and pulling him towards me.

When he heard my call, my son noticed that my face was red and shy. Although he might not know what I wanted, he still followed my pull and moved on me.

“Mom…you…”

I bit my son's lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth madly. I opened my legs and let my son lie between my legs. Only then did my son realize what I was going to do.

He panted with excitement and held up his upper body with his hands.

Sexual intercourse really does not require any teaching. My son thrust his hard sexual organ towards my crotch.

"Mom, I want it." My son growled. Although he didn't know what he wanted or how to get it, he knew that he had to put that hard thing into my body.

I was panting and my face was red as fire. At that time, I really forgot that he was my son. When I held his hard and hot penis and brought it closer to my body, I felt that he was just a normal man who was fully erect and ready to insert his big male organ into a woman's body. And I was no longer his mother, but a mature, hungry, completely excited woman whose vagina was fully moistened and open, waiting for the penetration of a man's sexual organ.

My hands were trembling, but I firmly guided my son's huge penis, which was just his virgin, against the cleft of my trembling and itchy lower body. The moment the hot glans pressed against my open vaginal opening, I gasped.

When my sunken and equally hot crack wrapped around my son's sensitive and swollen glans, my son finally knew where he was going. He groaned, and almost before I let go of his hand, the hot and hard thing suddenly drilled into my cavity, which was open and filled with mucus due to urgent need.

"Oh..." the son exclaimed and paused.

With my eyes closed, I was about to concentrate on feeling the stimulation and pleasure brought by my son's hot cock entering my body for the first time, but my son's cry broke my heart. It was obvious that he was in pain.

"What's wrong, Weiwei, my baby." I opened my eyes and saw my son's frown.

"Mom...it hurts." Only then did I realize that the penis that had just entered my lower body had been pulled out by my son.

No, I'm already completely wet. My son's penis is big, but it shouldn't hurt for a mother like me who is in her thirties, fully mature and ready for penetration by a man.

Immediately, I understood the crux of the problem. It must be the thin layer of skin covering my son's glans. He must have been anxious to get in, but that layer of skin blocked his unusually huge glans. How could it not hurt when he inserted it forcefully? I hugged my son with heartache.

"Baby, it's mommy who forgot. Come." I felt guilty, but at the same time, I had an indescribable pride. I was the first one to possess the son I gave birth to and made him a real man. This vague and somewhat lascivious thought actually added to my eager excitement to some extent.

I skillfully put my hand between my legs. I wanted my son to enjoy the most important lesson of his life happily without any pain or obstacles. I placed my palms on my crotch. Even though I was ready for my son's penis to penetrate me, I still felt a little embarrassed when I touched my incredibly wet vagina. Wherever his palm touched, he felt the sticky vaginal fluid flowing out of my vagina. My entire vagina and even between my legs were wet, and my palms were covered with my own vaginal fluids. I held my son's thick and hard thing with my backhand and said, "Weiwei, mommy is coming." "I smeared the liquid on my palm all over my son's erect penis. It was too big, and I was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so I put some more on. I held the thing and put it on. Now the penis was slippery.

My son felt comfortable letting me caress him. Not moving.

I stuck out my delicate private parts under my son's sturdy body, and the opened vagina slowly swallowed his huge penis. I felt the pleasure. Just after his penis penetrated my vagina, the pleasure intensified as his thick penis stretched my sensitive and wet vaginal wall tightly and went deeper inside. I let go. I pressed my son's firm butt. It was such a big butt, just like his father. I couldn't help but sigh in admiration. My vagina had almost been raised to a point where my body could no longer be raised any higher, and I was gasping with pleasure. Use both hands to apply a little more force and press your son's butt down.