A mother's confession (an intriguing story of mother-son incest that has been treasured for many years) (family incest adult novel)

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Confessor, I, Wenjun, yes, am the middle-aged woman who passed you at the street corner yesterday, with a faint scent of perfume, long hair and a voluptuous figure.

Of course, if you were a man, yes, I mean the kind of man who is still alive, then... I'm sure you must have looked at me a few more times at that time.

There’s no doubt about it, I am that kind of woman—I know, those men... haha, want me!

Even though I have been doing this with him for more than a year, every time he comes to me with a strong masculine scent and thrusts his excited body into my waist, I still feel dizzy...

Maybe I just like the feeling of being suddenly possessed. After I had this intimate relationship with him, anytime he gave me a look that sounded both commanding and pleading, I would always obey him in any place in the room, sitting or lying facing him, with my legs open in any posture he liked, and let him grab the pleasure and catharsis he wanted.

Even though we always kept silent and tried to forget each other's identities when we were doing this, like a magic spell that never failed, whenever he yelled out something like "Mom... I'm going to cum...", a surge of amoral excitement would rush straight to my head, always turning me into thousands of pieces of flower petals at that moment, and then melting into a red, hot, squirming ball of flesh, reaching the cloud of blissful tide, panting with a red face, tightening my vagina, allowing every drop of his moisture to penetrate into the innermost layer of my body without reservation...

Pregnant? Such worldly concerns only served to increase the pleasure of our sexual intercourse during those moments when he and I were in a state of total oblivion. If I hadn't gotten a vasectomy for health reasons after giving birth to him, I would...

Oh, how to say it?

For me, who has been addicted to incest, the thought of being pregnant with his child alone is enough to give me a rush of heat, not to mention...

well! I admit that this whole beautiful thing (well, I prefer to say it this way...) happened under my leadership!

Yes, ever since I had the thought of "wanting to possess him", my thoughts have been revolving around this enemy of mine every moment...

"Hate it, now he wants to use a pillow behind my butt again... Phew, it's inserted so deep, will it break my uterus?"

Looking back, it is not the most difficult thing to lure a young man like him who has just developed a strong curiosity about "sex" into bed. The difficult part is how do you convince yourself to do such a thing?

At least in my opinion, once confidence appears and you are willing to become an Asura in the sexual world, then your original inner self will quietly jump out and dominate everything that follows...

I have always believed that, unless she is not very good-looking, any woman who is even slightly pretty, as long as she is willing to boldly offer her body, then all the males around her will immediately and clearly receive the message of "I want" that she is emitting - that is their duty.

This...of course includes young men like my son.

"Oh, what a loser! Every time he puts my legs on his shoulders, I become weak all over and helplessly let him torment me. Everyone knows that using this position puts us women at a disadvantage..."

If we really want to find out the reason why this happened, it’s actually very simple. It’s actually just the two words “loneliness”. Do you know? It's the kind of life that has a peaceful and stable appearance, but is actually so irritating that it makes people feel suffocated...

As you know, in this male-dominated world, there has long been a kind of wishful and self-imposed moral requirements for women like me who lost their husbands at an early age.

Every time, while those good brothers perfunctorily buried the deceased man in his own grave with sand, they also used an "expectant" look to suppress all the emotions of the weeping woman beside them.

In the "upper class" I live in, women's feelings are deliberately ignored.

The "hints" I receive all the time tell me that no matter what methods a man uses, once he is lucky enough to squeeze into this class, then, no matter how unsavory he is when he is alive, after he leaves this world, he still deserves a woman's eternal remembrance and unrepentant chastity.

In my opinion, in most cases, this is just a moral concept fermented by men's psychology similar to "the fox mourns the death of the rabbit"?

Yes, there are certainly many passionate women who are willing to remain widows for their dead husbands, but if her dead husband is really hard to miss, and she is forced to act like a heroic woman who "would rather die together than live together", it is inevitable that there will be embarrassing performances from time to time...

It sounds easy to say, but in fact, this is the "realization" I only had five years after my husband's death. Before that...

Oh, I won’t hide it from you, I’m a good wife and a good mother who is praised by everyone!

I don’t know whether to say it’s a pity... or hateful. This good woman in front of you who was praised by everyone at that time suddenly changed after her son entered junior high school.

Let me think about it. Well, yes, at that time, he, the one sitting next to me, seemed to be encouraged by someone. He grew taller inch by inch. With every move he made, he unconsciously exuded the confidence and unrestrainedness that only men can have.

And just when he was finally a head taller than me, I found that I had a very different feeling towards him.

How to say it? You know, that... warm, soft feeling.

Looking back, at first, my feelings towards him were just like those of an ordinary mother who is surprised that her child has grown into an adult overnight.

But, just as the room began to be filled with the masculine odor emanating from him, the female mechanism hidden in my body, which had been dormant for a long time, was finally awakened and began to move slowly - until it became difficult to control.

As my mind became more and more unbridled, I, whose body was already soaked in his body odor, began to interpret his every move and smile in different ways to please myself.

I always feel that in his intentional or unintentional closeness and distance, there are deliberately hidden strings of pink codes that make women blush; they are intermittently annoying, but also clearly frightening.

As the masculine scent he exuded became stronger, the moments when I lost control of my mind became more frequent.

My obsession with him finally couldn't be controlled and changed from "protecting me" to "loving me"; and then from "loving me" to "caring for me"...

As if possessed by an evil spirit, I had unknowingly transformed into a lioness in heat, and began to think improperly about the little lion king who haunted me all day long...

Haha, I guess... at this time, you are already anxious to ask me: "Why would you have such... 'evil' thoughts about your own son?"

I have to answer this question carefully.

First of all, the “good things” you just mentioned are not as “solid” as you imagined.

Of course, if you think that a woman is "well-off" as long as she has enough food and clothing.

Well, unfortunately, I can tell you that with the property my late husband left me, it would be too little to say "good enough", even ten or a hundred "good enough".

But, like other women, in addition to food and clothing, I also need love - psychological deep love and physical and mental harmony, not a moment less is enough.

So, I have to return these three words "in good condition" to you hotly, and then give them to other monks and nuns to enjoy slowly.

As for why she would invest the love between men and women into her own son?

To be honest, here, in your current situation, I can't answer a single question.

It’s just strange that those millions of lively little creatures always popped up one by one when “he” was staring at me with his shy eyes. Of course, at that time, you... were gone again.

Haha, I’m afraid you’re being honest and don’t dare to ask any further questions, so I’ll just confess everything to you myself.

In fact, the fatal "loneliness" did not bully me, a weak woman, like a flood or a beast at the beginning. Facing an empty bed, if you say it is "cool", I thought it was "quiet" at that time!

What a pity that all this apparent leisure and tranquility could be so disturbing that it was all destroyed by a single thought or a few twisted ideas!

I know you have read a lot of books, but I wonder if Mr. Zun has ever taught you the saying “A thousand grabs are not as good as a light brush”? This is an iron rule that is both living and soft. As long as you experience it carefully and apply it properly, even a seven-meter-long Zhenfang built of bluestone can be turned into a pile of mud with just a few words from you.

You are still asking me how I know this truth?

Hee... to be honest, I'm not wronging you. What you see now... is just a "pile" of me, right?

"It's so embarrassing. How could I be so impatient today that I came after just a few strokes from him? Seeing how smug he looked, I guess I didn't hide it from him? You little thief, you're getting worse and worse..."

Hee, don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious, I won’t be in the way, but... you have to give me a chance to catch my breath before you continue, right?

At that time, all the unspeakable things were only in my heart. From the outside, I looked no different from an ordinary mother. I cared about him and never overstepped the boundaries. Confucius would have to give me a perfect score, unless...

He once found traces of "naughtiness" in my underwear.

Regardless of my deliberate suppression, the room was still filled with a kind of "tranquility that was waiting to be broken". As a mother, I began to fall into a stalemate of confusion.

If you face it, you will probably fall into the abyss of crushing to pieces; if you retreat, you will end up spinning endlessly.

Just when I was trying hard to think of an idea to get away with it, hey, hey, hey, something actually happened!

Last year, around the same time, I came back from shopping, went into the bathroom, removed my makeup, and was about to run the water to take a bath, when, guess what, I found - my pink panties that had been hastily thrown on the pile of clothes had been rewashed and neatly hung on the towel rack.

I tilted my head and looked at the pair of pants hanging neatly. I should have been puzzled, but suddenly I had an answer.

This answer made me so excited that my face turned red and hot, and my heart was beating so fast. I was just a little bit away from getting it right, and I screamed out...

It turned out that while the lioness was secretly in love with her little lion king, the mighty little lion king had also been plotting against his lioness.

And... just today, the lustful little lion king has begun to lean over and sniff the lioness's vagina.

Oh... when I thought of this, my whole sanity completely collapsed... The restless hands immediately slid towards my breasts and vagina, responding to their cries for liberation, giving them immediate caress and comfort.

"Oh, my child, when you do this to your mother, do you know what kind of impact it will bring to her? You must have never thought that she might not be able to bear such strong excitement and silently succumb to shock in this small space?"

In my mind, which was already filled with turbulent waves, scenes of adultery that should have been absolutely forbidden were played out wantonly.

I felt the surroundings turn into a blurry dark red, and my ears were filled with panting sounds of “Mom, Mom…”

When the harsh tiles in the bathroom bullied me like a beast and surrounded me maliciously, I collapsed on the ground and instinctively held the thin pair of panties tightly against my chest.

I will never let it go, because it is a pink mark between mother and son - although it can be tragic, it can also be brilliant.

All I know is that now that it's in my arms, there's no reason to let it go...

The sexual horn blown by my son only brought me a brief panic. I couldn't tell whether it was the guidance of emotion or the temptation of desire. I quickly threw away the fragility of the moral saddle on me and transformed into a female beast eager to bite and devour.

Before my soul surrendered, my body had already started the fight.

"This guy, did he take some magic pill today? He fucked me so hard that my skin is almost peeling off, but he still won't ejaculate..."

When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the sofa, resting his head on his arms, staring intently at the TV screen. The male host on the screen was making fun of the female special guest with some suggestive words. By my special arrangement, I cleverly exposed several parts of my body that would make men feel nervous. Of course, I didn't want him to notice that I was already hot under the bathrobe.

Just as I took out the still wet underwear from behind and showed it in front of him, he quickly picked up the remote control beside him and turned off the TV. Then, she buried her head weakly in his chest, not daring to move.

His series of self-confessional actions finally made me confirm what had happened in this family not long ago.

Staring at this "kid" who had "done something wrong" in front of me, my newly-formed lustful heart was rising and falling. I know that the next few words will affect the rest of my life and his.

I can be like the mother that others taught me to be, scold him and continue to read the old chapter of taking care of my husband and children; I can also be like a mother that obeys herself, lead him to another new page without any restrictions, and paint the whole world with peach color.

Which choice did I make?

Hee, you don't even want to guess, right?

Resisting the urge to confess "I do" to him directly, I deliberately asked him lightly: "Tell me honestly, what is going on?"

The strict upbringing he had received made him dare not hide anything from me. However, since the mistake he made was something he had never made before, it was a bit difficult and confusing to explain...

"Yes...I...accidentally made it dirty...I was afraid...afraid...so I washed it..."

From his hesitant tone and the two suggestive words "dirty", I became more certain of my previous assumption.

The "evidence" in my hand is not something that is easy to talk about.

Indeed, when I was not at home, he did "that" thing to my used underwear. However, he never expected that his passionate spraying would not only stain his mother's underwear, but also erode all her defenses...

Although the whole thing was obvious, I had other plans in mind. Firstly, to confirm my doubts, and secondly, to satisfy my sudden desire to tease my prey, after he grumbled for a while, I pretended to ask him in a harsh voice: "Afraid? Tell me clearly, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me scolding you... or afraid of me... getting pregnant?"

The consequence of this fabricated "pregnancy" really frightened him. He was so confused that he didn't care about my reproach and asked me in panic: "Really? Just like that...will...will...make you pregnant? Then...then..."

Seeing him looking so helpless, I felt both amused and excited.

What’s funny is that I never expected that he, whom I raised, had almost no knowledge of sex. What excites me is that if things really develop as I wish, then... in addition to being his first woman, I will also be his... first lover?

I was so embarrassed by the embarrassing thoughts in my heart that I couldn't muster up the energy to criticize the silly little man in front of me. So I couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hey, you think I'm a frog and I'll get pregnant just by touching that... thing?"

After hearing what I said, the expression on his face immediately relaxed a little. Despite this, he, who knew my personality well, acted as if he was willing to accept the blame and scolding from me. Therefore, he would never have expected that the words that came out of my mouth would be something like this:

"No, now, no matter what a man does to me... to me... I won't get pregnant..."

As soon as these words, which should never have come from a mother like me, came out of his mouth, his simple mind was completely confused and he was speechless for a long time.

You know, at that time, facing his flushed face, helpless... timid look, I... Oh! How should I put it? It was just a little bit short. I told him what I was thinking and then...

Oh...it's so embarrassing!

Unfortunately, I was not as open-minded as I am now, so things like "skirts and pants flew up at once, and the sofa was mistaken for an embroidery bed" did not happen.

Now that I think about it, I was really a coward back then. Even though every cell in my body was already heated by the fiery desire, I was still held back by the "ethics and morals" that had been confusing people for a long time. I wasted a few interesting battles in vain. I really didn't make any progress...

Even so, from the way he looked at me at that time, I could still be sure that my words "I won't get pregnant" were still echoing in his mind.

What's more, those feelings of guilt that had previously weighed on him had apparently vanished without a trace.

That is not difficult to understand. For him, a "potential criminal" of incest, what could be more precious than a mother who cannot get pregnant?

There should be no mistake, because at that moment I could clearly feel that the eyes of his fiery eyes, which continuously sent out naked sexual information, were tearing away all the female protection on my body, penetrating between my legs, and wantonly stimulating the fragile thing wrapped in my underwear...

Oh, as a willing victim, I felt both panicked and excited about his silent plunder!

Although, as I expected, my infertility has successfully liberated his ambitions, but the first time I faced my son with his erect male organ, I still felt a little overwhelmed - no parenting manual can tell you what to do at this time.

"Here it comes, here it comes, my baby, you finally came... Mommy will accompany you, let Mommy accompany you... Hum... Ah... Today your... your... is especially hot..."

He and I just stared at each other silently in the living room for more than ten minutes. Although we could clearly feel that the taboo information was being exchanged passionately, the two of us always maintained a delicate confrontation. What was stuck between us, besides the status of mother and son, was the age gap.

He had no experience with men and women, so he could never have imagined that at this moment, as long as he was brave enough to come closer to me and push me, I would fall backwards and fulfill his and my wish.

Unfortunately, the chaos I had been waiting for never happened. To be honest, besides disappointment, I was also a little angry, because the situation in front of him was so obvious, but he just stood there like a wooden man. This immediately reduced my original "enthusiasm" a bit, and instead, I felt like teasing him.

"Yes, besides verbal teasing...can't I use other methods to 'encourage, encourage' him?" I asked myself secretly like a great playwright.

The question was soon answered. In fact, that was the only solution I could come up with with my estrogen-filled brain at the time.

I know that this method is a bit... ridiculous, but I am sure it will work!

Without hesitating for half a second, I turned around and started to act like a completely unfamiliar woman to him. I put my back on my shoulders, bent down, pushed aside the hem of my robe, and slowly untied the black silk panties underneath me.

When I stepped out of my trouser loop, turned around, and held the small piece of cloth in front of his eyes, he quickly lowered his head.

I knew he must have thought that my doing this must have some serious meaning, so can you imagine how shocked he was when I said the following to him?

"Now, listen carefully. This is the only one I'm giving you. You can play with it however you like. But you are not allowed to touch the others. Mommy doesn't want to wear pants that have touched your... that place..."

Although I said it easily, I knew it clearly in my heart - I was blatantly seducing my son, and using the most extreme means.

I was surprised that I could speak such a shocking sentence so fluently and smoothly, as if I was telling him about an ordinary family affair.

This... You just said that when a woman is rushing towards the tide of love, modesty becomes the last thing she thinks of.

I remember it very clearly. After hearing these words, he could no longer tell east from west, south from north, and was stunned for a full half minute.

How could anyone blame him? Just tonight, the tutoring he received was so "strict".

We were so close that I could almost hear his disordered heartbeat, but I just couldn't guess how he would react.

There was a moment when I guiltily wondered if I had made some terrible mistake.

Thank God, although my energetic son was severely frightened, he was not defeated by the problem his mother posed to him.

He first gave me an awkward smile, silently admitting that this small piece of cloth was like a treasure to him. With its guidance, the young life could be easily blown to ashes.

Then, like a hungry beast, he began to stare at the prey in my hand - the underwear that still retained my body temperature.

When his breathing started to get heavier, I realized that my worries about him were unnecessary. My son believed in his hormones instead of his reason.

As time slowly passed, the silence in the living room began to torment us.

On this side, I gradually felt that his gaze was as sharp as a knife and as passionate as fire. The little thing in my hand had already been torn to pieces by his obsession; on the other side, the excitement on his face was gradually driving away the hesitation in his heart, and the impulse that he had to suppress made his hands tremble unnaturally.

Finally, just when I was at a loss and wanted to pull the panties away from his sight, he grabbed it tightly in his hand!

Although all this was within my expectations, I was still really scared by the swiftness of his hunting.

Holding my breath, I looked at her with fragile eyes. The bohemian me had disappeared without a trace at some point, leaving only a timid little woman in the living room.

I secretly reminded myself that no matter what happened next, I must not shout it out. What happened in this room tonight could only be known to "me" and "him".

"Thanks……"

You will not believe it, but these two short words were the only words uttered by the silly goose after that miraculous catch!

Although I could clearly sense his nervousness from his tone, I almost laughed out loud at the fact that this young man who was trying to overthrow the great etiquette actually kept his integrity at this critical moment...

Unfortunately, my reaction had no effect on him at all. Just because, after saying these two thoughtful words: "Thank you", he turned around, rushed to his room like an arrow, and slammed the door tightly.

Although I didn't even have to think about what he was working on in the room at the moment, but, you know, few people could resist eavesdropping at this moment, so my ears were unconsciously pressed against his door...

"Oh...oh...hum...hum..." The sound carrying pleasure came faintly through the thick door, telling me about his comfort.

Thinking of the underwear I had just taken off, which was now tightly wrapped around his penis and rubbing back and forth, my legs were almost unable to stand straight.

More than ten years ago, in order to take care of his delicate little butt, I chose the most expensive diapers for him. Today, in order to take care of his plump seminal vesicles, I prepared the freshest underwear for him.

When the cold air penetrated the hem of my robe and hit the empty private parts underneath me, I wondered if I, as a mother, was a little too "great"... Fortunately, my brain is not the most developed part of my body. The fleeting self-blame quickly drove away the truth of life that I had just experienced.

For a moment, I loved the feeling of being in charge of everything. From now on, in this little pink country, I will manage not only the Executive Yuan, but also the Legislative Yuan. I will definitely be the president of this room. Oh, even bigger than that, the vice president...

"My boy, take care of yourself and don't ruin your body! Mom is counting on you to take care of me for the rest of my life!"

This is what I only dared to say in my heart when I left...

You asked me, what did I do for the rest of the night?

Oh, if I tell you that I actually held on to that book "Son of Taiwan" for the entire night, trying to absorb it, would you... believe it?

Well, the only thing I remember is that the door of my room was...open all night long.

Suddenly, she grabbed my shoulders from behind and said in a coquettish tone behind my ear: "It smells so good, Mom, what did you cook today? I can smell the fragrance here as soon as I walked in the door..."

I know that what he really wanted to praise was not the food I was cooking... I know my cooking skills very well, but they won't kill anyone.

What made him come closer to me was definitely the smell of my perfume, because, standing behind me, after saying this pun, he boldly "secretly" used his swollen thing to gently stroke around my buttocks...

On a whim, I fought back, not wanting to be outdone, “How’s it, does it still work?”

"It works? What works?"

"Don't be so stupid, it's the thing I gave you a few days ago!"

"Oh, that...thing, I, I..."

"Hehe! Is it because you got it broken by your rough hands and feet that you now...want to hurt me?"

"No...no, I..."

Hearing his humble denial, I leaned back on him, twisted my body, rubbed my spine against his flesh, and then said meaningfully, "It's good that you didn't... kid, be careful, don't mess around with this kind of thing, it will make us women dirty our pants..."

"Take it off! If you really dare to do it, I'll give it to you as a reward..."

"Is it really that effective? Why don't you take off one piece of clothing that day and let mom try it?"

"Well, young people are amazing in this regard. Look at him. He just ejaculated not long ago, and now... he's hard again! Oh! If I continue to play with him like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow..."

Unintentional skin contact, a smile, hot pants, a certain tacit understanding, the wall of the relationship is already full of holes, as long as an unintentional collision, it will all collapse

Let him know that I was wearing the panties that were stained with his semen.

Choose underwear carefully, like a new bride.

The loose white nightgown only revealed my smooth and tender neck and arms, inadvertently letting him know that I had been sterilized.

"Mom, I want to marry a wife as clean and elegant as you in the future..."

"Hehe, it's rare that you're so supportive. If I really can't find the kind of girl you want, then... Mom will just make up for it and let you be my wife, okay?"

Following this blatant teasing, I leaned over, wrapped my arms around his left arm, acted like a proud little girl, and rubbed my firm breasts against his elbow through my nightgown, intentionally or unintentionally...

Hee, just as I expected, under my wave after wave of pink offensive, there was a significant change in that part of him. Although he was shy and tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, I knew that as long as I

At this critical moment, if he said a few words, I guarantee he would not be able to sit still...

The DISCOVERY show was playing on the screen. She pointed at the bulge and said, "Bad boy, what are you thinking about? You've been thinking about it so much that thorns have grown here..."

Blushing, speechless...

"Why? It's still here after all this time?"

Put your arms around his neck.

"Go, go to bed, get some sleep, and 'it'...will go away."

"Really? Just a nap and 'it'...will go away?"

"Then...it depends on whether you sleep alone...or with someone else?"

"Mom, you...I..."

When I raised my head and met his fiery red eyes, I lowered my head timidly and said the following words with a mosquito-like voice: "The house is so small, do you really have to ask me to tell you where my mother sleeps?"

"There's only you and me in one room. If you really want to do something, just do it! Mom will do as you wish."

While sucking on my neck, he panted, "Mom, you are so beautiful... I... I want... I really want to..."

It's a pity that the moral gentleman who remained in a corner of my heart had not yet had the chance to reveal his inadequate old tricks, before my daring spine could no longer resist the temptation of evil, and impatiently voted for its owner, and softly bent myself over on the spring bed that had been waiting for a long time, telling him everything.

The vigilance that should have jumped out to stop the farce that was about to happen and make it clear everything was maliciously absent at that moment.

At that time, I had begun to breathe slightly, and buried my will and consciousness in my hot vagina. Under its instigation, I believed that this behavior of blindly following desires had irrefutable logic, and what I lacked was to come up with a fascinating reason for it.

In short, I had made up my mind at that time, and I was fully prepared to have a good time with my son.

Although all of this was led by me, when all the chaos happened one by one as I expected, I suddenly lost my original confidence.

The instinct to escape guilt immediately jumped out and transformed me into a mother who was being harmed innocently.

That kind of mentality made me feel stinging when I saw his fiery eyes. I couldn't help but let my eyes deliberately slide across his hair and ears, and fall on the crystal pieces of the lamp holder behind him, to hide the anxiety in my heart...

Or maybe it’s...guilt!

When things got to this point, I seemed to have no reason to refuse to accept his body, so when he hurriedly took off my underwear and cast a pleading look at me, I could only shyly turn my head away, slowly obey him, and spread my legs...

At this moment, I felt like a baby girl in swaddling clothes, innocently exposing my most private parts to those grown men, and was completely unable to stop them from having those ugly and terrible imaginations.

Facing the vagina that brought him into this world, his whole body froze as if someone had hit him hard on the back of his head. Although I couldn't see the expression on his face, from his chaotic breathing, I thought that he still had the hesitation that ordinary people would have about doing such a thing with his own mother. But after encountering that fiery impact down there, I realized that what stopped him at this moment was not the moral prohibition, but the strangeness of a virgin facing this interesting matter of passing on his family line for the first time...

After a not-so-short hesitation, he finally succumbed to the drive of sexual desire and crawled clumsily between my legs. He supported his upper body with one hand and held his hard and unruly thing with the other hand. Nervously and curiously, he began to look for the slit at the base of my legs.

When he finally found the way and aimed his glans steadily at the entrance of my vagina, I could clearly hear the heartbeat coming from his chest. I turned my head away, but I couldn't help but look back again, because I wanted to know what kind of expression and reaction my only son, the man who was pressing on me, would have when he tasted a woman for the first time, especially when the one who brought him all this pleasure was the woman who brought him into this world. I think it would be difficult for any man to bear it. I even wondered if his overly excited emotions would make him ejaculate as soon as he was penetrated...

When his flesh sank into my vagina layer by layer, I felt a chill and my skin was soaked due to the rush of guilt.

You will not believe it, but at the moment when his entire glans slid in, my limbs even shrank out of fear like a stretched-out specimen, as if I was suffering from some cruel torture. In a daze, the pain I felt when I gave birth to him came back to me alive.

But this time, I can't send it out with my own strength, unless... he is willing!

Time, as if frightened by everything in the room, almost stopped.

His penis, which should have been large in size, seemed to penetrate me endlessly as I felt defeated; every time I thought I had completely captured his body, another fierce penis would jump out of nowhere, overpowering my weak resistance and forcing me back, completely ignoring the fact that I no longer had any cavity to accommodate it.

He was eager to find out how much a woman could bring to a male, and couldn't help but have the guess that "unknown depths must hide unknown benefits". So, until the combination of my buttocks and his produced a dull impact sound due to the overly firm and deep combination, he never thought that there was any possibility that I could not accommodate his expansion, let alone leave any small piece of good meat outside.

Really, young people’s desire for love cannot be neglected or ignored.

The pulling and thrusting came immediately after he had secured my body.

I was surprised and delighted at the same time - he didn't ejaculate immediately after penetration as I expected.

Like a novice who is learning to row, he first carefully pulled out half of his thing, took a breath, and then pushed it back to its original place with extreme caution, allowing the red glans to expand and expand pleasantly several times inside my vagina.

Obviously, he must have secretly deduced such a thing thousands of times. No wonder he could follow the steps and enjoy his mother so leisurely.

Soon, after he pulled out and inserted gently several times, he, who had already memorized my body temperature and was familiar with my surroundings, began to get bolder and not only increased the frequency of pulling, but also strengthened the arc of the swing.

The originally eerily silent room began to squeak with the sound of the spring bed...

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

Each squeak represented a penetration of his, and the squeaks became louder and louder, indicating that his penetration was longer and deeper each time.

My lower body was deeply sunken into the mattress because it had no time to cope with such fierce and frequent penetrations; every opportunity to float out of the mattress was missed because of his another sprint...

Although I was completely asleep in the bed, my stubbornness forced me to open my eyes and take a quick look at him.

From his contented look, I came to realize that, as long as a man can feel the pleasure of tightening and friction on his penis and enjoy the visual pleasure, he actually doesn't care too much that the woman doing this with him is another woman, or...his mother.

Until today, I still cannot explain why, at that moment when I finally got what I wanted after such painstaking planning, two lines of hot tears quietly appeared on my cheeks. I don't know if he was too busy absorbing the sweetness from the sexual spring to ponder my sudden emotional outburst; or if he was originally good at daydreaming and had already found the answer for me smartly, without saying a word.

Like a considerate lover, he stopped thrusting, lowered his waist, leaned towards me, and after looking at me deeply, he gently lowered his head and kissed my eyelids and nose, and finally stopped on my slightly trembling lips.

Just like that, my tears actually exchanged for his first kiss.

He had never had any experience in kissing, and although he tried his best to show his unprecedented maturity, he still revealed many flaws. So when his tongue frantically tried to open my lips, I could only open my lips to indulge him.

It was not until his tongue made the first contact with my mouth that I suddenly remembered that he was the only man other than my husband who held me so tightly in my half-life.

Thinking that the person I had an affair with for the first time was actually my own son, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. I never thought that I, who always feared trouble, would secretly take advantage of such an important matter... and used my son, who was closest to me, to fill in for his father.

The kiss, from light to heavy, was like the thing he inserted into my lower body. His tongue chased my tongue all over my mouth, and through the taste buds deformed by the squeezing, we exchanged strong lustful thoughts.

Through this forbidden kiss, the people on the bed finally achieved the closest union possible between a man and a woman.

Without any worries, we let the budding evil love run wild until the only two breaths in the space could no longer tell who was its owner.

The sudden and dizzying love and affection I received made my stiff limbs come alive again, and my body temperature and heartbeat began to rise unruly.

The same reaction happened to him. I could clearly feel that the piece of meat that had been pinning me down was becoming thicker and hotter.

I hate myself so much, because while he, my son, filled the gap in my body, I also let him break my emotional dam, and I became his pink captive...

"Look at me, look at me!" I urged decisively. I capriciously asked him to open his eyes which he could not help but close because of the coming climax.

I know that doing this is a very difficult thing for a man. But I don't care, I must make him know clearly that this woman into whom he is about to ejaculate a large amount of sperm is indeed his beloved mother.

And the reason he was able to do this was all due to my immeasurable maternal love for him.

I watched the development of the whole thing with a feeling of indifference, as if he was hitting another woman who had nothing to do with me. When I was finally drowned in the bone-eroding vortex he led me to, I told myself with a sidelong glance: "Accepting the semen of my own son...is not difficult at all..."

I tightly closed the two pieces of flesh of my vagina, fearing that the semen would seep out, and carefully felt the feeling of the semen in my body. The pleasure brought to me by incest was so intense...

In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror, with my hair disheveled and blushing, posing and feeling proud of myself for still being full of womanhood. I stared at the semen sliding down my legs, leaned against the mirror and said to myself, "Little mirror, catch the semen. It turns out I want to taste it." Later, I smeared it on the lips of the person in the mirror.

"You, bad woman, even did it to your own son."

After the son came in, he had a new relationship, with a confident and gentle look in his eyes. He first had a conversation with her with his eyes, then hugged her from behind. She put her arms around his neck and gently bumped his legs with her butt.

"Do you regret it?"

"Um!"

"Me too……"

“Really…really?”

"I regret that I should have had sex with you the first time you handed me your underwear."

"Hee, at most... we can replenish his energy tonight..."

"Sleep in later?"

"No, go to bed early..."

"Go to bed early? That means..."

"Hee, sleep after breakfast..."

"Oh, such a sexy mother..."

"So, I can only give it to... your obedient son..."

He reached between my legs and carried me to the bed.

When he wanted to start again, she turned around and hugged him from behind: "Help, there is a son here who wants to use this to fuck his mother..."

"Come back early after school. Mom will prepare something delicious for you..."

"What's good...to eat?"

"Can I feed you some...meat...soup?"

We both lay in a specially ordered porcelain basin. He played with my hair while I gently stroked his thick chest, recalling the new relationship between us. For what happened not long ago, I felt less guilty and more hopeful...

I felt so guilty for being so cold to him just now, so after my skin and mood were thoroughly steamed from head to toe by the water in the tub, I lowered my head and gently sucked his nipples. When he clutched my back tightly because of the pleasure, I added fuel to the fire and moved my hands to his already full of energy. This time, I wanted a completely unlimited pleasure.

On such a night of complete moral liberation, this "his mirror" finally became "my mirror", oh, no, it should be said that it was "my and his mirror"...

I secretly used my will to wriggle the flesh below me, and continuously brewed drops of pleasure into the piece of flesh he stuffed into my body, making his body tremble with effort as if it was connected to a power source of bliss. At that time, I made up my mind that after that night, I would not only conquer his young body, but also take his vibrant soul for myself...

The one who is leaning here lazily and chatting with you at this moment is me, Wenjun.

Hee, please don't tell me that you finally remembered that I am the middle-aged woman who passed you at the street corner yesterday, with a faint scent of perfume, long hair, and a plump figure. Well, that's... the most dishonest thing.

On the contrary, if you are so kind, and my story along the way has secretly melted the firm belief in your heart, then I want you to come over slowly and tell me quietly...

Something like the love between a mother and her son, you...have never even thought about it.

(2)

The next day, when I woke up, it was already noon - there was nothing I could do, I had been reading too late last night and couldn't get up...

Just as I was groping around in the bed with sleepy eyes, I suddenly remembered that my panties, which I had been unable to find, were now serving their little master. Thinking about what it might have encountered along the way, a sweet smile appeared on my face.

The morning light did not bring me any regrets, and I was still very proud of my near-perfect performance last night. The only thing that bothers me is - should I talk to him face to face and settle "that matter"? Alas, although he has blatantly swallowed my spring bait, it is clear that the one who has to go up to him, unhook him, and bring him into the room to feed him is me!

Although it was foreseeable that it would bring me the pleasure of controlling the master again, I was still a little timid about the foreseeable chaos. After all, it's always us women who play the victim in such things, isn't it?

I am not naive enough to think that the identity of "mother" can really provide me with any protection. In fact, from the series of groans last night, I can be sure that my true identity may be the reason for a slaughter.

After combing my tangled hair, I lazily got out of bed, went into the small bathroom, and started my daily combing routine. Looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about him who might appear at any time, I washed and dressed much more slowly than usual. Frowning, I gave myself an urging look, you must prepare the "reason" to tell him as quickly as possible.

What kind of truth should I, as a mother, teach him at this critical moment? I don't know, because it doesn't matter. All I knew was that everything I could think of had to maintain both his moral fragmentation and... his moral integrity. Oh, the pain of creating a perverse logic is hard to understand unless you experience it yourself.

Unfortunately, the spring thoughts that fermented throughout the night completely wiped out the cleverness that I lacked to begin with. No matter how my brain turned, what came out were still those three words - "I. Can. Should". Obviously, with such a direct answer, I would either capture him on the spot or destroy him on the spot, and I was not willing to take that risk.

The continued poor intelligence of my mind made me start to feel sulky. Not being good at self-reflection, I even began to attribute all these setbacks to God’s malicious tricks - that was certainly possible, otherwise, why would all my mental deficiencies happen to be made up by desires?

"In fact, if he just barged in like this, what lines would I need to prepare? What's in front of him is all convenient for nothing - a ready-made room, just the right amount of darkness, my mother who just took a bath, and the bed that was just made. I'm just afraid that he'll take advantage of me before I even say anything..."

"Why don't I just pretend to be deaf and dumb and let him decide for himself? He...either...speaks first, or...comes directly. I just need to follow the drums and gongs and perform with him and have a good time."

That’s right, this was my final conclusion at the time. It’s not worthy of your admiration, right?

Finally out of the bathroom, I pretended to be relaxed and sat in front of my dressing table and started applying makeup. He was still wearing the same comfortable bathrobe and was humming the song "Double Pillow". This originally ordinary song came from me who was in a state of spring love, so it is inevitable that the notes are slow, the sentences are chaotic, and it is full of hidden meanings. The slightly loud voice revealed my intention - I had to let the other person in the room know that his dear mother had woken up and... was inviting him to come closer. At this moment, what I wanted most was for him to appear in front of my room.

However, as the waiting time went on, the tune in my mouth became more and more chaotic. Just when I finally finished painting my entire face, the annoyance of waiting in vain made me almost want to drink him on the spot.

Before my annoyance could turn into anger, a familiar school bell rang from outside the house. It was at this moment that I suddenly remembered that today was Friday and my baby son, even though he was a little tired last night, still had to go to school.

On the negative side, it means that I have to be a good mother all day long; on the positive side, I finally have enough time to prepare after-school teaching materials for him tonight - of course, it is definitely related to "being a human being".

However, what I want to do most right now is something that requires no thought. Well, you said that with such a good opportunity, how could I not have a "love exploration" of his room?

That is necessary. Because, although I don't need any proof, I am sure that it was not a stomachache that made him groan last night. However, if I am lucky enough to get confirmation of his "crime" last night, then no matter how I torture him from now on, it can only be regarded as the exercise of "disciplinary power", right?

Oh, my diligence really deserves a reward!

As soon as I left the room, I was sure he had left the house because the keychain he usually placed on the TV was gone. His absence made my heart settle down. Oh, no, I was wrong. It just couldn’t settle down. Because I was about to do something exciting.

As if I was having an affair, I lightened my steps and came to his door. I was so careful that I even cleared my cough like the old scholar. To be honest, if he really came out to greet me at that time, I really wouldn’t know what to say to him!

After only half a second, I realized that I was being too cautious. My son had clearly anticipated my grand visit, so he left the door ajar and didn't actually close it.

He deliberately presented the entire crime scene to his mother intact, except for a "Welcome to Visit" sign.

Yes, from the distinctive smell of male semen that hit my nose as soon as I entered the room, I immediately knew that in addition to readily admitting all the crimes, he was also eager to be arrested.

Traces of absurdity filled every corner of the room. I can only describe it as “full of pits and valleys”. All I saw was a bunch of tissues stained with body fluids, surrounding the huddled ball of quilts. Most of the bed sheet had fallen unsteadily onto the carpet. All of this shows that he didn't think about leaving any energy for himself last night.

Being in such a small room filled with the smell of lust, breathing in and out the foul and immoral air, my brain felt as if it was lacking oxygen. With my eyes half closed, I could not help but picture for him a hell of sexual punishment - he was imprisoned for being cautious, the only male in the prison, and due to the lack of females, he could only spray and wipe into the air continuously, spray and wipe again... until his organs finally refused to function.

Although, I had never thought of venting such a strong desire when I handed him the underwear. However, faced with such a result, I was not panicked at all. On the contrary, I was very satisfied with my current gains.

My son has responded positively to my sexual instructions through this room scene that he deliberately left behind, and has agreed to participate unconditionally in all subsequent crimes. I am his designated victim.

There was no doubt about it, because the little piece of cloth I gave him was lying neatly on his desk - only a blind person would not have seen it, because it was the most conspicuous place in the room.

How do I say "it"? I mean the "treasure" I gave him just yesterday.

Did I just say “Only a blind person would not see it”? Oh, sorry, that was my mistake. I should say "even a blind person would be able to detect its existence" because, in addition to the wet and sticky touch, there is also a strong smell stuck to those pants.

At this moment, it is more like a piece of "cloth" than a pair of "pants". Yes, it is not only a piece of cloth, but also a densely written "letter", a letter that makes people fill it with "I want, I want..." with their young life. Coincidentally, that unknown recipient is me.

When I suddenly received this "letter" written stroke by stroke with a penis, my resolve was instantly shattered. As I slumped down in the chair in front of the desk, the seal of lust in my heart was also peeled off. And a photo on the desk that happened to catch my eye ignited a fire of passion in the room.

This is a solo photo he took in my front yard not long ago. I was the one who took the photo for him. At that time, he was only wearing a vest and shorts, with a shy smile on his face.

What I am going to say next is something that I will be the first one to not believe, because a woman like that should only appear in those dishonest pornographic novels, but I am a real woman.

Staring at the solo photo of him clipped on the desk, I began to expose every inch of my skin to him in what I thought was the sexiest posture, like a pole dancer absorbed in the performance.

First, it was my snow-white neck. “It’s so pink that you want to take a bite, right?” I secretly teased him in the photo in my heart.

Next, it was my full breasts, "Tonight, I will...feed you with them again, okay?" I still refused to let go of him in the photo.

Then, it was my flat belly, "This is where you have been..." I finally fell in love with this kind of teasing...

Finally, well, it is... that place, "You know? This is what you want most, and it's also what I want to give you the most? Look, it's already..." Hee, I really don't know if he in reality can withstand such... temptation from me? If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it!

The fire of lust that kept bubbling up from my heart could not be covered up by those cheap words. I was still hot, and I picked up the precious and battered underwear on the table and smeared it all over my body. For a moment, the semen produced by my imagination began to flow all over my body...

First, it was my face. "What a strong smell! You must have ejaculated on it as soon as you came in, right?" It was not easy to stop teasing him like this.

Then came my voice, "Ejaculating such a thick stuff must have exhausted you, right?" Oh, who will save the poor guy? I am a bad woman...

Then came my cleavage. "Is it my illusion? It can be hot..." I just refused to allow it to be cold...

Finally, um, or... that place, "Huh, only naughty children would want to shoot this kind of thing into mommy. Oh, honey, you can't, you must not do this... before mommy is wet..." Alas, I couldn't help but ask...

The "diaper" that was originally given to him refused to leave my private parts after it arrived there, because it was so urgently needed.

Biting my lower lip, I used the liquid remaining on the cloth to anoint my genitals. After the protruding clitoris and engorged labia had received the proper blessing, I began to hesitate about the crime I was about to commit...

My other hand grasped at the air, unable to cope with the different answers demanded by my body and mind. My breath was quietly stolen by the spirits lurking around me.

The devil really didn't give me a chance to regret, because, at such a critical moment, my fingers landed squarely on his crotch...

After this moment, he still has a smile in the photo, but my reserve has disappeared outside the photo!

I started moving my fingers towards his penis, making gentle, slow circles at first. When the condensed water vapor gradually blurred his shorts, the hand that remained on my vagina never stopped ravaging me.

As my desire for pleasure grew stronger, my fingers gave up the gentle circles and instead increased their strength, concentrating their range and roughly pushing and rubbing back and forth on his still flat vulva. You must know clearly what I want...

When time suddenly snapped because it couldn't bear to watch all this, my hand, which was eager to try, finally couldn't resist the invitation in front of it. I hastily wrapped the two index and middle fingers that had been agitated for a long time with a cloth, and used them as an unknown flesh gun, stabbing at my vagina. I didn't expect that I would be so cruel to myself...

With the moral destruction brought about by the fall, I suddenly seemed to be driven crazy. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and started licking him there. My tongue is so greedy that the coldness of the glass can only be pierced easily...

Look at me, I accidentally described the situation so vividly that it made you laugh. How about I go back and pick out only the important ones and talk about them another time?