The Story of Beautiful Mother Wang Yan (01~07) (Celebrity Adult Novel)

The story of beautiful mother Wang Yan (1)

"Yang Yang, what time is it, why haven't you gotten up yet! Hurry up! You'll be late if you don't get up!" I put the soy milk and fried dough sticks I just bought on the dining table, knocked on my son's door, and urged him to get up quickly. What a kid! He's almost 18 years old, and I still have to urge him to get up every day. It really makes me worry.

"I know! What time is it!" the son asked impatiently in the room.

"It's almost half past six! If you don't get up now, you'll be really late for school!"

I set the breakfast aside and went to my bedroom to wake up my husband who was also sleeping soundly.

"Lao Yang! Hurry up and get up too! Aren't you going to Nanjing on the train this morning? Hurry up and get up!"

"Hmm...hmm..." My husband opened his confused eyes and hummed twice. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, pulled me down beside him, and began to hug me and kiss me madly.

"Stop it! Let the kids see it! You're disgusting!" I struggled and acted like a spoiled child in his arms while kissing him back a few times. I broke free from his big hands that were trying to lift my skirt, stood up and got out of bed. I straightened my wrinkled suit skirt while complaining, "You're so disgusting! Didn't you do enough last night? It's so early in the morning, and our son is already up. What will happen if he sees it? Hurry up and get up to eat!"

The husband smiled and said nothing. He got dressed and washed up. When he finished washing up, he saw that his son's door was still not open. He got a little impatient and knocked on his son's door: "Yang Yang! Are you going to get up? How many times has your mother called you? If you don't get up, you can't go to school! Do you hear me? Hurry and get up!"

"I get it! It's so annoying. I can't even sleep a little longer!" My son muttered softly as he started to get dressed and opened the door to come out. My husband and I felt a little distressed when we saw his sad face. The child will be taking the college entrance exam next year. The huge pressure of studying has left him with no extra time to go out and play, and he often cannot even get enough sleep. Seeing that he is listless every day, we are all worried about his health, fearing that he cannot bear it. But there is no way, they still have to go to school and take the college entrance examination. All we can do as parents is to try our best to meet their material needs in order to seek some psychological comfort.

After washing up, the family of three gathered at the dining table to eat breakfast

"This week's pocket money!" I took out 100 yuan and handed it to my son.

The son took the money while drinking soy milk and asked his husband, "Dad! How many days will you be on this business trip?"

"Three or four days at the fastest, and a week at the slowest. Listen to your mother at home and don't talk back, okay?" the husband sternly warned his son.

"You've always said this every time you went on a business trip since we were little, as if I were so disobedient! Okay! Go ahead and don't worry!" The son retorted while wiping the oil off his hands with paper.

"Are you obedient? If you want to be obedient, does your father need to remind you every time?" I saw that the father and son had finished eating, and started to clear the table. Every day's housework is my job alone. The father and son have long been used to it and no one helps. The son goes to get his schoolbag, the husband turns on the TV and starts watching the morning news, and when I finish everything, it's time to go to work.

My name is Wang Yan, I’m 40 years old and work as a bank employee. My morning was no different than any other. This is how I have spent more than ten years of my married life. At home, I am the typical good wife and mother. At the bank, I am the most honest and conscientious employee. I have a somewhat weak personality and no opinions of my own.

My husband, Lao Yang, has a hot temper, but he can take things easy. I always feel safe when I'm with him. He is a salesman for a construction company and is often away on business. I was a little uncomfortable with him at first, but after so many years, I got used to it.

My son Yang Yang is in high school. When he was little, his personality was very similar to mine. He was somewhat cowardly. My husband often lost his temper with him because he felt that he lacked manliness. Every time my husband glared at him, he was scared and dared not speak. But as he grew older and entered his rebellious adolescence, he sometimes dared to talk back to his father. But most of the time he is a good boy, just a little naughty.

"Mom! Hurry up! The bus is here!" My son trotted towards the station. I couldn't catch up with him at all in my high heels and tight suit skirt, so I could only quickly follow him with difficulty. Fortunately, there were a lot of people waiting for the bus. Although I walked slowly, I still caught up with my son before the door closed, and we got on the No. 27 bus one after the other.

Bus No. 27 runs across the north and south of the small city where I live. The bank where I work and my son's school are all along this route, so every morning unless something unexpected happens, my son and I have to go out to take the bus together. Over the past ten years, I have been holding my hand and leading me to school when my child was in elementary school. Now, my son is in high school and is more than a head taller than me. He is unwilling to go out on the bus with me every day. The changes during this period have been too fast. The only things that remain unchanged are the crowded carriages of bus No. 27 and the poor road conditions along the way.

It is already late spring and early summer, and the various flowers and plants planted in the roadside green belts in the city are in full bloom. Along with the warm morning breeze, bursts of floral fragrance wafting in from the open car windows somewhat alleviated my anxiety caused by the crowded carriage. The carriage was like a human can, with people packed tightly together. I was very glad that I had a seat near the window, so I could get some cool breeze and not be too hot. My son was not so lucky. He was pushed to the front by the crowded crowd and was sandwiched between two migrant workers. He seemed to be struggling in pain.

"Yang Yang, come here! There's plenty of room here, come and stand over here!" After hearing my call, my son shook his shoulders violently, struggled out from between two migrant workers, and walked towards me while pushing through the crowded crowd, constantly apologizing to the dissatisfied people around him.

"Ouch! I'm being squeezed to death! Why are there so many people today! I'm sweating all over!" After he finally came to my side, I moved backward with great effort and let my son stand in the space I made for him, leaning against the car window. My son adjusted his schoolbag that was slung across his body, and while complaining, he stuck his head out of the window, wanting to get some fresh air.

"The kid at the back! Pull your head back! Do you want to live?" the bus driver yelled! The frightened son quickly retracted his head from outside the car.

I found a tissue to wipe the sweat off my son's head while complaining, "You are so stupid! The driver is driving! If you stick your head out, will your head fall off if a car passes by? This child is so naughty! I will tell your dad when I get home!"

"Mom! You're so nagging!" My son impatiently pushed away my hand that was wiping his sweat, turned his face to the window and ignored me. I stood behind him, shook my head helplessly, and put the tissue away again. Because my son’s tall body was blocking my way, the wind outside the car window could no longer reach me, and I started to feel a little suffocated again.

After driving two stops, the road became difficult to drive on. It was a section of road that was under repair. The construction has been started for quite some time, but it has not been completed yet. The road surface is bumpy and the bus shakes violently when driving on it.

I was pushed against my son, and with the crowd in the car, I couldn't help but press my breasts tightly against my son's back. This sudden situation made me extremely embarrassed, but it was impossible to get away because the space behind me vacated by the bumpy ride was immediately occupied by someone! I could only let my pair of 85C breasts sway left and right and up and down irregularly on my son's back as the bus shook.

Because the weather was a bit hot, the bank required female employees to wear uniform long skirts and white silk shirts, and my son changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt early. There was very little clothing between mother and son, and I could almost feel his body temperature from my breasts.

Embarrassed, I tried to struggle and change my position, but the people behind me squeezed me so tightly that I couldn't move away at all. Instead, this futile struggle made my breasts rub against my son's back even more violently. Although the bra has a sponge lining, I can still feel a bit embarrassing as a woman from the friction, and my nipples are a little hard...and this physiological reaction was actually caused by my son. My face turned slightly red when I thought about it.

"I'm his mother! What's wrong with me sticking so close to him? Besides, the child is still young, how could he have wrong thoughts?" I comforted myself secretly while trying to observe my son. My son looked out of the car and seemed unaware of my embarrassing situation. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, secretly blaming myself for thinking too much.

But standing like this all the time is not a solution! How can I, as a mother, always rub my breasts against my son? I gritted my teeth and called my son, "Yang Yang! Come! Change places with mom. Stand behind mom. It's too crowded here. You are tall and can block mom."

The son turned his head and said "oh". He looked very embarrassed and his face was a little red. I don't know if it was because he was embarrassed because he also felt the friction from his mother's body. In short, it took him a lot of effort to switch positions with me. He let me stand inside near the window, and he stood behind me, holding the handrail with one hand.

This is much better now. I'm close to the window and there's no one in front of me. I don't feel suffocated by the crowd, and I avoid the awkwardness between mother and son. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What? After feeling comfortable for a short while, I suddenly felt a hard object pressing against my butt. Something was very wrong. That thing seemed to be trying to stay away from me, but just like I was struggling to prevent my breasts from pressing against my son's body, the more it struggled, the stronger the friction against my butt, and it was only a little hard at first, but as it stuck to my butt tighter and tighter, and the friction generated by the bumps in the car became greater and greater, that thing seemed to be gradually growing bigger and harder, making it even more impossible to avoid my body.

"Oh my God! It's a man's penis!" As a married woman with many years of marriage, I certainly wouldn't be as surprised as a little girl, because I have a plump figure and am pretty, and I have experienced sexual harassment by obscene men on the bus. I should have been used to it, but at this moment I subconsciously covered my mouth with my hands which was open in surprise. The owner of this penis that was erect because of rubbing against my buttocks was undoubtedly my son! He actually had a physical reaction to his mother's body on the bus! What on earth should I do?

My breathing was a little rapid and I didn't dare look back at my son. From the way he dodged I could tell he didn't mean it. Just like when my nipples were rubbed by his back just now, it caused some physiological reaction in me. How can I blame him? After all, he is a boy in adolescence. It is normal for him to have an erection caused by the stimulation of the female body. There is no need to make a fuss about it.

While thinking silently in my heart, I looked at my son behind me in the reflection of the car window. Just as I thought, the awkward look on my son's face was actually a little cute. I felt a little embarrassed for my initial confusion. I thought that as a mother I was making a big deal out of nothing. Since my son didn't mean it and was as embarrassed as I was, I should have been more understanding of him. If I had acted rashly just now, I really don’t know how much negative impact it would have on the child’s psychology. Apparently, pretending nothing happened is the right choice.

But having my son's erection sticking to my butt like this was obviously more embarrassing than my previous situation. I had to find a way to change my standing position. I tried to move forward and turned around with great effort. Now that was it! My son and I stood side by side, finally avoiding indecent contact between mother and son, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, I felt that my son, who was sitting next to me, seemed to relax a lot.

"It's so crowded! Mom, please turn around. It will be easier now!" In order to break the awkward situation, I tried to find conversation with my son.

"Well...it's indeed a little looser..." the son answered with his head down, and there was another awkward silence between them. It was obvious that he was also feeling embarrassed.

I finally waited for the bus to arrive at the bank station! I told my son, "Come home early after school tonight! Don't play around." I turned around and got out of the car. The moment I turned around, I saw that my son looked at me with a strange look in his eyes. I didn't take it to heart and just hurried to the bank.

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PS: Because Zhang Lin’s story has gotten a little out of control by me. I had no choice but to kill her off hastily.

I originally planned to revise Zhang Lin’s story, but later found that it would be easier to rewrite it than to revise it completely, so this post was created.

Zhang Lin's story is just a draft. I tried to divide what I believed to be the essence of that story into two parts: the mother-son incest is summarized in this article, and the mature woman's training is summarized in the story of the prostitute He Jing. This not only satisfies two types of friends with different hobbies, but also allows me to try two different writing styles. The two stories can be written alternately, so that I won't get tired of writing like before. It should be pretty good.

However, I am well-known for my procrastination in submitting manuscripts, so please bear with me!

I’ll first post the beginnings of two stories I wrote these past two days so that everyone can appreciate them and give me suggestions.

I’ve been working on a perfunctory ending to Zhang Lin’s story. I’ll probably finish it in a day or two and then concentrate on writing these two stories!

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The story of beautiful mother Wang Yan (2)

There is no job more boring than that of a bank clerk. I have to handle hundreds of cases every day facing long queues, and there cannot be any mistakes in the accounts. The pressure is really great. It just so happens that the business volume today is exceptionally large, and even I, an old employee who has been working here for more than ten years, feel a little overwhelmed. In addition, the stuffy air in the bank made me sweat profusely in a short time. I couldn't wait to get off work, take a hot bath and relax myself.

I finally checked the last account and made it to the end of get off work, but it was already rush hour and I had to squeeze into the overcrowded bus to go home. By the time I was almost home, I was already pale and sweating profusely. I really didn’t want to cook a complicated meal today, so I simply bought two kilograms of noodles when I passed by the staple food kitchen and planned to have a meal with my son.

"I'm so tired!" I tiredly threw my bag aside, sat on the sofa and unbuttoned my shirt to cool myself down. A cool breeze blew on my delicate breasts wrapped in my flesh-colored bra, and I felt comfortable. I drank some water while staring at the wall clock to calculate the time.

"It's six o'clock now, and my son won't be home until 7 o'clock. I'll take a shower first. After I'm done, I'll come out and make my son his favorite noodles with gravy. I guess he should be home by the time it's ready, so it'll be just right for dinner when I get home." I secretly calculated that as a wife and a mother, I revolve around my husband and son, the two suns, like the earth. Everything I do, I think of them first, and then myself. It’s no wonder, since they are the ones I love the most!

After making up my mind, I put on slippers and started to take off my clothes.

I took off my shirt and uniform skirt and threw them into the washing machine to wash them after dinner. I then carried the stockings, bra, and panties into the bathroom. I plan to wash my underwear while taking a shower, which is a habit I have developed over the years. Underwear should be hand-washed with soap so that it will be drier and cleaner when worn.

I first put the underwear in the washing tub and soak it in warm water. Then I turned on the water heater and slowly began to enjoy the hot bath I had been longing for all day. I like taking hot showers. When the hot water washes away the sweat on my body, I feel extremely relaxed, as if all the fatigue of the day has been washed away with the sweat, and I become more energetic. As I was applying soap to my body, I looked at my white cotton underwear in the washtub. I secretly laughed at the obvious yellow stain on the crotch.

Probably because he had to go on a business trip, my husband made love with me three times last night. Not only did this annoying guy torture me to death, but in the end, when he ran out of tissues to wipe the dirty stuff he ejaculated, he didn't even go to the storage room to get some, and just used my underwear to wipe his dick. I got up in the morning to buy breakfast for him and the kids, and I was so sleepy that I didn't even want to change into a new pair of underwear, so I went to work all day wearing such a dirty thing. I didn't find out until I went to the toilet to pee during my lunch break. That's really disgusting.

As I thought about it, my face turned red. My husband and I are not young anymore, but why are we still so eager for sexual intercourse? I rinsed the soap off my body and looked down at my body. Although she is already 40 years old, her skin is still fair and delicate, her breasts are still plump and tall without any signs of sagging, and her legs are still slender, but her nipples and areolas are no longer as pink as those of a girl, but a mature dark brown.

My lower abdomen is slightly bulging, so my waist doesn't seem as slim as before, especially the irreparable scar left by the caesarean section when I gave birth to my child, which always makes me reluctant to look directly at it, but overall I feel pretty good about myself, and I am also somewhat confident about my appearance. This easily explains why my husband is always so sexually aroused every time he strips me naked.

But what about the husband?

I couldn't help but sigh when I thought of my husband.

My husband is very good to me and he is my most important support. The love between us is obvious to everyone. It's just that there was a little flaw that was always mentioned as a joke by others when we started dating. Although this did not become an obstacle to our relationship, we eventually got married and had children, and after marriage I became his wife whom I could not live without no matter what, but this little flaw still lingers in my heart to some extent.

My husband is a bit ugly! Of course, I'm not too ugly, but at least when people take me out, they do comment that I'm like a flower stuck in cow dung. Sometimes I compare my appearance with my husband's and I find that there is indeed a reason why people don't think highly of my appearance.

First of all, let’s talk about height. I am 1.65 meters tall, which is considered tall among women. My husband is only a pitiful 1.6 meters tall. I am taller than him even when I don’t wear high heels. Secondly, my husband is dark-skinned and I am white-skinned. She was born with a dark complexion, and because her husband worked on construction sites all year round, she got tanned beyond imagination. Every time I make love with him, I often think of an American pornographic film that I used to secretly watch with him. The scene of a black man wildly fucking a white woman made me laugh out loud for no apparent reason while making love with him.

Finally, it’s about appearance. My husband is from the countryside and he has never been good-looking. In recent years, because he has made more money and eaten better, he has gained weight and is almost 220 pounds. You can imagine how disgusting a dark, fat, ugly man looks when he is in heat. Coupled with the rough temperament he developed due to his work and background, sleeping with him was a nightmare.

Of course, these are just minor problems compared to the love and care he shows me. The reason I chose to marry him was because I valued his hard work and steadiness. Compared with his inner qualities, these external things are actually not worth mentioning. Just some little complaints from me when I'm alone at home and lonely.

Similarly, even though I regarded seeing him naked as a nightmare, I still couldn't bear to give up having sex with him. My husband's performance in bed is the same as in other aspects of his life, and cannot be judged by his appearance. I am indeed a little reluctant to see his ugly body and his face which becomes even uglier due to distortion during sex, but he seems to have an extraordinary talent in how to satisfy women.

I am a woman with a sensitive constitution. Even after being married to him for so long, he can always bring me to the peak of my sexual life almost every time we have sex. Because of this, I can’t remember how many times I fainted from comfort during sexual intercourse, and this is also a hidden reason why I can’t let go of him.

However, as I grow older, I like to close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure he brings me while imagining in my mind that the person riding on me is a handsome guy in a movie. Of course, I only have this kind of mental infidelity when I am having sex with my husband because of the contrast between the intense physical pleasure and the cruel reality. Usually, I am an extremely conservative wife and mother. In real life, I have never had any improper thoughts about any man other than my husband. I haven't even thought about it.

Every time I take a shower, when my hands slide over the sensitive areas of my body, I always have wild thoughts about some private things between husband and wife. Today is no exception. It was not until the water in the heater became cold that I realized that I had been showering for a long time.

I quickly turned off the shower, wiped my body with a towel, squatted down and started washing my underwear. The semen stains left by my husband on my pants were very difficult to wash off. I had to use soap twice to clean my underwear and stockings.

After washing, I walked out of the bathroom carrying the laundry basin. There was no one at home anyway, and I lived on the top floor, so I walked boldly to the balcony to hang up my underwear. Although I knew that the people living in the opposite building couldn't see my house, I still tried to speed up the process of hanging up the clothes. I felt a little guilty standing naked on the balcony hanging clothes.

I hung up the underwear in no time. Just as I was about to run back to the bedroom to change into clean clothes and cook for my son, the door opened and my son came back.

I was so scared that I froze. My son closed the door and walked into the living room. When he met my face, he was also stunned for a moment. What's worse was that I was so surprised by my son's sudden return that I didn't even think of using my hands to protect my vital parts. I also didn't have time to turn around, and all my female privacy was exposed in front of my son.

"Ah!" After my mother and I stared at each other for a while, I finally reacted. I quickly clamped my legs together, covered my private parts with my hands, and turned around. The son let out a cry of surprise and ran into his room with his head down as if escaping. I was the only one left in the living room, blushing and at a loss.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why don't you go back to your room when you're like that? How am I supposed to go to the living room?" The son shouted in dissatisfaction in the room. "Even if there's no one at home, don't you wrap yourself in a towel after taking a shower?" My son's tone sounded as if I had done something wrong.

My face turned red as my son scolded me through the door. I was so ashamed that I didn't know what to say. I had to go back to my bedroom, find a set of clean underwear and a dress and put them on.

After changing clothes, I shouted to my son's bedroom, "Come out! Mom has changed clothes." Then I started preparing noodles.

After my son came out, he didn't say anything to me. He just turned on the TV and watched TV while waiting for dinner. I observed him secretly and found that he was actually secretly looking at me. He looked extremely unnatural, so I wanted to comfort him. I took out my mother's airs and pretended to be indifferent and said, "Why are you so nervous? You are my child, we are mother and son, what is there to be embarrassed about? Okay, I will pay attention to it next time. You take a rest first and I will make you dinner. I will make your favorite noodle soup, okay?"

The son nodded without comment and said nothing. The handsome little face is rosy and very cute. Fortunately, my son looks more like me, he is fair, tall, handsome and a good-looking man. This is one of the reasons why my husband and I love him so much. But this child is too introverted. My husband and I are busy with work and rarely communicate with him. Therefore, he has always been well-behaved and reserved in front of us, and there seems to be some distance between us.

Never mind. It's over now. Just like I told my son when I comforted him, he is my biological son. As a mother, what's the big deal if he sees me naked once? Besides, my child always took a bath with me before he was 5 years old. Although he has grown into a big boy, he is still the son who took a bath with me after all! Why should I be nervous?

While comforting myself, I quickly prepared dinner. During that dinner, my mother and I spoke very little. Although I tried to cover it up again and again, a vague shadow was still left between my son and me.

The story of beautiful mother Wang Yan (3)

After dinner, my son locked himself in the bedroom to study hard, leaving me bored and sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, watching my favorite show with the remote control: a boring Korean idol drama!

The plot is nothing more than a Korean-style Cinderella and Prince story. The plot of the TV series itself has no appeal to me at all. The reason why I watch this boring TV series so seriously is just because the male lead of the show: the young man is so handsome!

Probably because my husband’s appearance and personality were too ugly and vulgar. Our marriage is a far cry from the kind of marriage between a talented man and a beautiful woman that I always fantasized about in my girlhood. Therefore, I have always had more or less regrets in my heart. Although this regret has nothing to do with our relationship and life after marriage, it has made me feel potentially uneasy: whenever I see a handsome and well-behaved man, I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. This subconscious impulse may just verify the old saying that a girl never has spring fever.

As time goes by, the once young girl has now entered middle age and has become a mother. The restless thoughts in her heart should have been drowned in the dull life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, but the opposite is true. As I grow older and have more intense and frequent sexual intercourse with my husband, the initial shyness that was unique to a young girl in me has indeed disappeared. Instead, I have become accustomed to the pleasures of bed and have a unique obsession with carnal desires as a middle-aged beauty.

This complete change in me from being innocent to being repressed can ultimately be blamed on my husband who has a strong sexual desire. It is because of his excellent performance in bed and his endless energy that I, at an age when women are as wild as wolves and tigers, am able to fully satisfy my simple carnal desires.

In fact, I have no shortage of physical needs.

But psychological satisfaction is another matter.

Whenever I saw my husband's dark, fat, and ugly appearance, I would comfort myself with the love between husband and wife. At one point, I even deceived myself and sometimes I really felt that appearance didn't matter. As time went by, I learned to gradually adapt to that ugly face and started to get used to it as a part of my life. By doing this, you at least accept your husband's image.

But it just means no longer rejecting.

My inner desire for handsome and well-behaved men did not diminish just because my sexual desire was satisfied. No matter how good my husband is in bed, no matter how hard he tries to fuck me, no matter how hard he tries ... good his husband is in bed, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how good he tries, no matter how good he tries, no matter how good he tries, I still cannot get rid of this vague regret, and the huge gap between the full satisfaction of the body and the extreme disappointment in my heart makes me extremely melancholy.

What made me feel most sorry for my husband was that after a passionate moment with him, I had an extremely enjoyable climax. Looking at my dark, ugly husband's fat body curled up into a ball and gasping for breath in a ridiculous way, I would feel an extreme disgust. The kind of disgust that I knew was wrong but was difficult to control made me feel extremely ashamed of my husband.

Because I couldn't hide my disgust, for a period of time after our marriage, I would lose my temper with my husband for no reason every time after sex. However, my husband, who loved me deeply, would try his best to make me happy, but in return I would turn my anger into joy on the surface and feel deeper self-blame in my heart.

As time went by after our marriage, the feeling of being extremely sorry for my husband became stronger and stronger. By chance, I tried another way to vent: I remembered the appearance of the handsome male protagonists in the TV and movies I had watched, and every time I had sex with my husband, I fantasized that it was those handsome guys lying on me, using this self-deceiving method to make myself both physically and mentally happy. This method is called "sexual fantasy" in books.

This method is difficult to talk about, but it is very effective. Especially when I turn off the lights and have sex with my husband, I fantasize that the person riding on me is not my rough, dark and stupid husband, but a handsome and fair young man. As my husband brings me intense physical satisfaction, the sinful thoughts in my heart are also released along with the physical climax, and I feel extremely comfortable.

In my opinion, spiritual infidelity is harmless to the sexual life of a couple. The result is that every time after making love, I feel doubly pleasured physically and mentally, and after that, I show my husband a completely different wife: gentle, charming, coquettish and cute. My careless husband didn't notice my changes at first. When he noticed it later, he didn't think there was anything strange about me. He just thought that I had learned to be considerate of others' ways. He was very satisfied with my lingering affection after sexual intercourse.

Of course, at the beginning, I felt a little ashamed of my slightly perverted sexual fantasy, and even felt deeply guilty. Deep down, I thought that such spiritual infidelity was more shameful than despising my husband's ugliness.

But over time, I became addicted to this kind of paradoxical combination of spirit and body, which produced extraordinary sensory stimulation in sex life. Considering that I didn't hurt anyone else and I didn't really do anything to let my husband down, I let go of the psychological burden. I treated this secret as my biggest privacy and buried it deep in my heart. I never told anyone about it. Gradually, I got used to it. Even when my husband was not at home, I would lie on the bed late at night and masturbate quietly. The objects of my fantasy intercourse were all those handsome young men, but the husband who was supposed to be desired by me never appeared in my fantasy once. picture

Speaking of the protagonists of my fantasies, I like young and well-behaved boys. The object of my initial sexual fantasy was Alec Su from the Little Tigers. But as the wrinkles on Su Youpeng's face gradually increased, my sexual interest in him was gradually replaced by the influx of Korean male stars. Although I have heard that these Koreans are all handsome men and beautiful women who have undergone plastic surgery, the handsome faces of the boys are indeed too tempting to me. Anyway, they are just tools for my fantasy, so I don’t care so much.

Recently I fell in love with the leading actor of this idol drama: a Korean guy named Zhang.

He is in his early 20s and is very handsome, especially when he smiles, he looks very sunny. In order to see him, I have been watching this rubbish idol drama for several days in a row, just to remember what he looks like.

On TV, the male protagonist took the female protagonist to a beautiful forest, and after some conversation, the two began to kiss.

I stared at the heroine on the screen, who had also undergone plastic surgery and looked very pure and beautiful. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the boy's passionate kiss. I was actually feeling a little jealous. How I wish I was the one kissing that handsome guy!

I suddenly felt a sudden dryness in my mouth, and the man and woman on TV gradually became blurred. It seemed as if I was being held in the arms of that guy and we were kissing passionately. In the dark woods, a handsome boy was smiling at me. I licked my dry lips, and my face blushed with girlish infatuation. Being intimate with such a handsome boy, even though I am middle-aged, I still couldn't help but feel my heart pounding.

I tried to take the boy's hand and put it under my skirt, muttering, "Come! Touch my ugliness! Honey!" The boy also blushed, and embarrassedly let me put his hand into my wet underwear. He touched my lower body at a loss, and his shy expression was so adorable!

"Ah! Keep on, keep touching me! Little guy! Don't be shy! Auntie likes you so much!"

This sexual fantasy of training a little boy made me feel extremely excited, as if I really felt the handsome boy's shy expression and gentle caress. I was so intoxicated that I almost lost control.

After a while of being in a trance, I came back to reality and watched the images on TV switching. As always, everything was just an illusion. I felt extremely melancholy and couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, my son suddenly came out of the room, stood beside me, watched TV, and found that I was watching an idol drama. His expression seemed very intoxicated, and he couldn't help but laugh with disdain.

"Mom! Are you watching this movie again? It's such rubbish! The Koreans made up some nonsensical love stories to earn tears from you middle-aged women, and you really fell for it!" said the son as he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table and took a bite.

"Hate it, stop blocking mom from watching TV, sit aside. Mom is so old, it won't bother you if she watches some TV series!" I waved my hands at my son in dissatisfaction, signaling him not to disturb me. How could he know how I felt?

"Look, I'm going to take a shower." The son said as he finished the apple in a few bites, threw the apple core aside and started to take off his clothes.

Although my son was very unhappy because I was not wearing any clothes after taking a shower in the afternoon, he never cared about me in front of his mother. He never avoided me every time when taking a shower or changing clothes. I was used to it. After all, he was his own flesh and blood. What's the big deal? A few years ago, when there was no air conditioner at home, I didn't care even if my son only wore shorts when walking around the house every day during the summer vacation.

It happened the same way today. My son was going to take a shower and he was taking off his clothes next to me. I didn't notice it at first when he threw the clothes next to the sofa where I was sitting. But when I smelled the shorts and vest that my son threw next to me, I couldn't help but look at my son.

My son is a little thin but very strong, and his snow-white skin is inherited from me. I am very glad that he is not like his father in this respect. He is also very handsome, which is naturally due to his beautiful genes. It is said that boys take after their mothers, and it seems to be true. At the same time, he has inherited some of his father's physique.

Although my husband always thinks that my son is weak in character and not strong enough, I think my son is much more gentle and considerate than my husband. Even if my son's physical fitness is not as good as my husband's, at least he is healthy among his peers as he is in the adolescent development stage. Just because we are mother and son, I never realized that my growing son actually matches the conditions of my subconscious sexual fantasy object so well: handsome, sunny, gentle, and shy. At that moment, it seemed that there was something wrong with the way my son looked at him taking off his clothes.

The son took off all his clothes except for a pair of tight shorts. He didn't notice his mother's slightly surprised expression, didn't talk much to me, and went into the bathroom alone in his slippers.

I looked at my son's back, and the evil feeling that I had always indulged in surged up in my heart. The handsome guy that I was fantasizing about just now was suddenly replaced by the appearance of my son.

"No! This is my son! How can I have any thoughts about him! It's too perverted!" I tried my best to suppress my sinful thoughts, but I still stared at my son's solid back. Until my son closed the bathroom door, my heart began to pound.

"My son is so handsome now!... Why didn't I notice it before... No! I can't let my imagination run wild! Not even the thought!" I held my head with my hands, feeling conflicted. Suddenly, a faint smell of men's sweat drifted into my nose. It was the shorts and vest that my son took off. I couldn't help but stare at my son's shorts and had an urge to quietly take them and smell them.

"What am I thinking about?" I tried hard to control my impulse, my face flushed. How could I, a mother, suddenly have such an indescribable thought about my son? Was it the masculine body odor on his clothes? Or was it the impulse left behind when the sexual fantasy he was having about the beautiful boy was suddenly interrupted? Anyway, how could I do such a shameful thing!

Although I had been fighting against the inexplicable evil desires in my heart, all of a sudden, all the ambiguous things that happened today flashed before my eyes like a movie: the unspeakable embarrassment of my plump breasts pressed against my son's back on the crowded bus, and the shame of my son's erect penis rubbing against my buttocks due to the stimulation of my body, silently intertwined in my heart.

Thinking back on it now, it was incredibly exciting. The scene of me standing naked in front of my son in the evening, feeling extremely ashamed, was stimulated by his body odor and the burning desire I had just felt from watching TV. It even made me imagine it as a more erotic scene of a man and a woman. The face of the male protagonist in my fantasy had gradually changed from the handsome guy who had undergone plastic surgery to the handsome face of my son.

"Ah! What...what's wrong with me?" After a burst of impulse, I couldn't help but mutter to myself as my mind gradually cooled down. At the same time, my face was as red as if I had a fever, but I found that without realizing it, I had been playing with my son's shorts in my hands.

It's totally out of control! I have realized this now. If my son saw me in this ridiculous state, the consequences would be disastrous! I forced myself to throw my son's shorts aside. He stood up, straightened his loose hair, and tried to adjust his mindset. But no matter what, I couldn't shake off the evil thoughts that suddenly came to my mind about my son. Even though that vague thought only flashed through my mind for a moment, I still felt extremely ashamed.

But the smell of sweat on my son's clothes really seems to have a kind of magic, making me reluctant to give up this feeling. I couldn't help but quietly pick up my son's shorts, put them in front of me and took a deep smell. It was a very strong smell of sweat, but why was it so tempting to me?

When my son came out of the bathroom dripping wet after taking a bath, I had already sat up straight and pretended to be watching TV with the most dignified attitude, ignoring his behavior. However, I couldn't help but glance at my son's strong body and handsome face out of the corner of my eye. When my eyes stayed on the cute ball of flesh tightly wrapped in my son's dark blue briefs, my slightly trembling lips immediately became drier than when I had the brief sexual fantasy just now, so that I couldn't help licking my dry upper lip again.

My son was unaware of the discord between my inner impulse and my outward behavior which was meant to be concealed. He stood beside me, looked at the boring TV series I was still watching, and said in a disdainful voice, "Boring!" Then he turned around and went back to his room.

After my son left, my tense nerves finally relaxed!

I am a person who is good at fantasizing. After I suddenly had inexplicable sexual thoughts about my son, my heart was pounding. I was afraid that he would discover my dirty secret of smelling his shorts. Fortunately, my son was careless and did not notice any difference in the location of the dirty clothes. Now that he has gone back to his room to sleep, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Turn off the TV and take my son's dirty clothes to the bathroom and put them together with other dirty clothes for washing tomorrow. Holding my son's dirty clothes and smelling his body odor, my heart was in turmoil. After several efforts, I resisted the urge to smell it more carefully.

This kind of obsession with the smell of the opposite sex's body has never happened before, and because the target is my own son, the complex feelings of nervousness, shame, and fear that I feel are like a thief, which also makes me feel extremely excited. At the same time, it was the first time that I used the handsome boy next to me as the object of my sexual fantasy. The real feeling, including his naked body and strong smell of sweat, was far more real than my false fantasy about my youth idol.

But no matter what, I still can't accept my own improper thoughts about my own son, no matter how tempting the thought is. But after all, we are people living in the real world, and the responsibilities of being a mother, a wife, and the morals of being a woman are restraining me. The rationality generated by this restraint makes me fall into deep self-blame after my emotions are completely under control.

The self-blame was only temporary. As time went on, I was attacked by the loneliness and emptiness that is unique to middle-aged women who are left alone at home because their husbands are away on business.

I don't have the heart to watch TV anymore. I returned to my bedroom, closed the door, turned on my computer, and logged onto an online video site that my husband and I often watched, wanting to completely vent my inner depression.

This is a pornographic website that provides paid adult movies for online viewing.

My husband and I are both people who are more open to new things, and we both have the same open-minded attitude towards sex. So in order to add some fun to our sex life, we have been secretly watching pornographic tapes together since the days when we used VCRs. With the progress of society, VCD and DVD are constantly updated, until today's Internet age. This bad habit has accompanied my husband and me from a naive and shy newlywed couple to today's middle-aged age with vigorous sexual desire.

How many nights have we watched pornographic films while enthusiastically imitating the actions of the men and women in the films and having wild sex? How many nights when my husband was away on business, or when I was on my period, one of us would masturbate alone to the pornographic films to relieve our desires. This has been repeated so many nights that pornographic films have unknowingly become my indispensable spiritual food.

Maybe it’s due to my own upbringing and temperament, although I admit that I may be a loose woman at heart. But in daily interpersonal relationships, no one knows about this kind of indulgence in my heart. Only my husband knows how horny I am in bed. And he is happy that I can take the initiative and go wild in bed so that he can enjoy a more perfect sex life.

In short, in my husband's eyes, I am the perfect woman who is like a housewife at home, a lady when going out, and a whore in bed. Judging from the external performance, this evaluation is quite appropriate. But in fact he still didn't understand my true inner thoughts. The reason why I behave so wanton and coquettishly in bed is simply because I always close my eyes and imagine him as the handsome guy I like.

The entire pornographic video website contains nearly 10,000 adult movies of different styles, and the resources are quite complete. My husband and I are both relatively intuitive people. We only like to watch uncensored A-movies and have always been dismissive of movies with mosaics. We always think that censored movies are more likely to be fake, the visual stimulation is not enough, and the plot is also very dragged out. It's just that the classification is more detailed, so we rarely watch them. But today, I somehow entered the coded film area and carefully searched for the category I was looking for.

Incest series! Found it!

Looking at these four words that made me blush more than when I watched a porn movie, my heart beat a little faster. But I still chose a Japanese censored porn movie that looked good according to the cover description, put on the headphones that I bought specifically to prevent my son from finding out that my husband and I were watching porn, and clicked to play the movie.

An old woman who was at least fifty years old was screaming in pain, and another man who looked to be about 45 years old with a filthy face and was wearing a Japanese school uniform was licking the old woman's labia. The thick mosaic completely obscured the man's bearded chin and the old woman's blackened genitals!

This is too bad!

I originally wanted to find some spiritual satisfaction on the Internet because of some indescribable unwillingness in my heart, with impulse and yearning, but I happened to come across such a rubbish, which really hit me hard! Video playback is turned off. This time I didn’t bother to read the cover description and just randomly opened another one.

This movie is completely different from the shoddy trash I just watched. A plump middle-aged woman of my age is hanging washed underwear in the yard, and a thin and fair-skinned boy is secretly peeping in the corner. Although they both have vulgar faces, at least the male and female protagonists look like mother and son in age.

I lay in front of the computer desk with my chin in my hand, watching attentively: the plot has unfolded, the seemingly dignified single mother has always known that her son is coveting her beauty, and often tempts her son inadvertently. Finally, the adolescent son raped her in a fit of impulse, but the mother-son sex that seemed like rape was performed incomparably beautifully. Especially the scene where the boy was fucking his mother who was lying on the sofa from behind while holding her breasts with his hands and kissing her wetly with her face turned away, which I replayed several times.

My panties are a little wet after seeing this! I took off my nightgown, spread my legs, sat in front of the computer, put my hand into my underwear and started masturbating.

My husband is away on business all year round, so masturbation is a common occurrence for me who has a strong sexual desire. Because I know my sensitive points very well, I can reach the peak of happiness by just gently stroking my clitoris for a while. As long as I feel comfortable for a while, I will be satisfied. But looking at the mother-son incest porn film that I have played over and over again, no matter how I stroke my smooth clitoris exposed outside the foreskin today, I can't be satisfied. What I desire in my heart is the feeling of a man's penis actually penetrating my body!

ah! I tried to put my index finger into my wet vagina and rubbed my G-spot, and finally I felt something. I made the same coquettish moans as the mother in the computer, but because I tried my best to restrain myself, my voice could not be any lower. I was afraid that my son next door would hear it, so when I was about to scream, I covered my mouth tightly with my other hand. The waves of pleasure from weak to strong, coupled with the joyful intercourse between mother and son in the porn film, made my desire for men unconsciously turn into lust for my son.

At this moment, an obscene picture of myself holding a vigorous cock emerged in my mind: as I knelt on the ground and used all my tricks to play with the erected man's cock in front of me, the naked white body of the cock's owner kept showing upwards, showing the man's face with an embarrassed smile, and the boy with a shy face holding his cock and letting me play with it was my son: Yang Yang...

Climax! Climax! The sounds of man and woman making love in the earphones, the sexual fantasies in front of me and the wild masturbation finally brought me to the peak of the wave. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out and completely soaked my cotton panties.

Feeling weak all over, I licked my wet fingers with reluctance, watching another round of mother-son sexual intercourse on the screen, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Is it lost? Is it satisfied? Or desire? I can't explain it myself.

I only remember that I couldn't sleep that night. My son's tall figure kept lingering in my mind, and I felt a burning desire when looking at his shadow. On the other hand, my conscience was deeply condemning me: a great mother, actually masturbating while fantasizing about her son, it's so shameful! The alternating torment of shame and desire kept me awake for a long time, and I kept wavering between reason and fantasy. It was not until the early morning that I fell into a deep sleep, exhausted both physically and mentally.

That night I had a dream. I dreamed that a family of three was happily eating breakfast around the table. My husband was reading the newspaper while eating, and my son was absent-minded as usual, as he did every morning. I sat among them, chatting and laughing, and it felt so warm.

The story of beautiful mother Wang Yan (4)

I was woken up by the alarm clock while I was half asleep. Half asleep, I habitually put on my nightgown, yawned, got out of bed and washed my face. Probably because I didn’t sleep well, my head was still dizzy when I woke up in the morning.

Last night's random thoughts were unknowingly forgotten as the busy morning began. After washing up, I hurriedly made breakfast for my son and put it on the dining table as usual. While calling him to get up and eat, I went back to the room to change clothes and get ready for work.

After wearing bank uniforms for more than 10 years, I feel like I'm a bit aesthetically fatigued. But because the branch of the bank where I work is too small, the employees don’t even have their own changing rooms, so they can only wear uniforms to get off work every day. As a result, although I have bought a lot of beautiful clothes, I have never had the chance to wear them and can only hide them in the closet. I am more or less dissatisfied with the helplessness of life, but life is like this, what can ordinary people do?

I took off my nightgown and looked down at my lower body, and found that the filth left by last night's masturbation had made a dirty mark on my underwear, which I had just changed, and it was almost impossible to wear it. I frowned and gently took off my panties, then changed into a clean pair of white silk panties. I felt much more refreshed, and then I began to slowly get dressed.

The weather is getting hotter.

I found a white cotton bra without sponge padding and put it on. My pair of 85C breasts seemed very stretched and relaxed without the pressure of the sponge pad, but at the same time they showed slight signs of sagging. However, because my breasts were well-shaped, this slight sagging, outlined by the thin bra, showed the unique charm of a mature woman. It was a unique and seductive beauty of a young woman.

I inadvertently took two steps back in front of the mirror. The two plump peaks tightly wrapped in the white bra rose and fell with the rhythm of my body movements, which made me feel that being a woman is "pretty" good.

I tugged at the bra strap and adjusted it to the position that I felt was most suitable. I gently touched my breasts, which were heavy and soft and which my husband could not let go of. After so many years of marriage, I really don’t understand why men are so eager for women’s breasts. Even in my husband’s sexual desire, the caressing of my breasts far exceeds that of my sexual organs. I don't mind my husband's caress, and I even enjoy it myself. But as a mother, breasts have another sacred function in my opinion.

That is a tool used by mothers to breastfeed their children. When Yang Yang was born, I still can’t forget the excitement I felt when the little guy put his mouth to my nipple for the first time and sucked milk greedily. The joy of becoming a new mother is hard to express in words.

Before this, my nipples had only experienced the erotic pleasure of being tickled by my husband's hands and tongue. And the moment my son sucked my nipple, I felt an unprecedented sense of happiness.

The contrast between the two is like heaven and earth, the difference is obvious. So whenever I hear men around me making obscene comments about women's breasts, I don't take it seriously and even feel angry. But as a woman, I can't debate with those rubbish who enjoy telling dirty jokes to tease female colleagues, so I can only keep this feeling inside.

Speaking of which, Yang Yang was very well-behaved when he was a child. Every time after feeding, he would quietly lie in my arms and I would pat him gently until he fell asleep in a daze. He would not cry or make a fuss, and would sleep until dawn. When he woke up, his little face was rosy and very cute. Especially his laughter, which is clear and loud. As a mother, I enjoy hearing my son's laughter every day. So I tried every way to make him happy and went along with him in everything.

As the children grew up, my husband often had to be away from home due to work. At that time, I was taking care of my son alone, and the relationship between mother and son was the closest before he went to elementary school. At that time, my son often acted like a spoiled child with me, and his favorite thing to do was to grab my breasts tightly with both hands and bury his head in my arms. He called out "Mom! Mom!" affectionately. It hurt me every time he did this, but when I saw how cute he looked, I didn't bother to blame him. I just hugged him tightly in my arms and kissed his little face to make him happy.

When I coax him to sleep at night, he always has to hold my breast before he falls asleep. Occasionally, when he is happy, he will shout happily: "Mom, I want milk!" Then he will press on my body and bite my nipple and suck and bite it randomly. Although I had no milk by then, seeing my son's naughty look showing his attachment to him, as a mother, I still felt extremely happy. I let him toss around, coaxed him until he was tired of playing, and then continued to pat him to sleep.

I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about how embarrassed my son was when I pressed my chest against him on the bus. As the child grew up, he became more and more unfamiliar with his mother. However, since my son started school and had his own bedroom and no longer slept in the same bed with his parents, this kind of intimate behavior between my son and I gradually disappeared.

Like all parents, my husband and I only care about his academic performance and daily life. As for his inner world, as our parents and I became increasingly busy at work, and as our son grew older and entered puberty, he developed a strong rebellious mentality. Gradually, it seemed as if there was an invisible layer of glass between us and we could no longer communicate completely.

The respect and care between mother and son, and father and son in their daily lives feels to me like that between neighbors in the city: harmonious on the surface, but unpredictable at heart. This feeling is completely different from the caring feeling I had when I first became a mother and held my speechless son in my arms. Although my son could not speak at that time, his attachment to his mother was far beyond what my son has now, who often ignores me and even talks back at me.

Time not only makes people grow old, but also dilutes everything, including family affection.

After looking at myself in the mirror for a while, I took out a new pair of flesh-colored pantyhose and slowly started to put them on. I like flesh-colored stockings and tights. In my opinion, the flesh-colored texture is much more simple than other flashy colors. Wearing the bank's uniform skirt all year round makes me feel uncomfortable without stockings. Moreover, I have a plump figure and am tall, which makes it very suitable for me to wear high heels with stockings. The lines of one's plump and attractive thighs after putting on stockings are clearer and longer than in reality, and the unique flesh-colored texture created when the snow-white legs are covered by translucent stockings makes people have endless reverie.

Although I have no intention of seducing other men, every summer when it comes, I can always feel the covetous gazes of the men around me, familiar or unfamiliar, on the half of my thighs that are inevitably exposed under my uniform skirt. I always feel disgusted and shy about this from the bottom of my heart, but there is a hint of complacency in my dissatisfaction with such rudeness of men. That is the secret joy and pride that one still has beauty and charm even after middle age. For this reason, I was disgusted but at the same time I hoped to attract more attention. I don’t know when I developed this contradictory mentality.

After putting on my stockings, I started to put on my uniform skirt and shirt. The damn bank seemed to use us female employees as a signboard to attract depositors. They issued us black woolen uniform skirts that were so short that they couldn't even cover the knees. Every female employee walked around the office area with half of her thighs exposed, making the atmosphere of the bank very ambiguous. The white long-sleeved shirts were so transparent that you could see the underwear underneath. When I'm in the office, I often hear some vulgar people whispering about the color and style of a female employee's underwear, which makes us female employees very embarrassed. But no matter how unwilling you are, you still have to wear it. This is a hard and fast rule.

After I had packed my clothes, I put on the pair of black high heels that matched my uniform skirt, bent over in front of the dressing table, roughly applied some lipstick, drew my eyebrows, turned around, picked up my bag, opened the door, put my long hair on my head, and quickly walked out of the bedroom.

At the dining table in the living room, Yang Yang was wolfing down his breakfast.

The child is in the stage of growing up. This little brat is eating me to death, he really deserves it. 4 slices of bread, two eggs and a glass of milk were finished by him in a short time, leaving only the bottom. When he saw me coming out, he greeted me vaguely while chewing the food in his mouth: "Mom! Aren't you going to eat?"

I woke up feeling very sick in the stomach in the morning, so I only prepared one breakfast for my son and not for myself. When she saw her son asking, she answered, "Mom is not hungry. You eat. Eat quickly or you will be late. Don't you have a test today? Pay attention during the test and don't be so careless. You will be taking the college entrance exam next year..."

"I get it! Are you tired? You talk so much nonsense every day!" My son grumbled in dissatisfaction, and I couldn't continue my words because he interrupted me. I could only watch him finish his breakfast, then silently clean up the dishes and continue to catch the bus to work with him.

Everything was the same as before, the hurried morning routine and the routine instructions to her son, even his impatient responses were unchanged.

Everything has been as uneventful as before these few days since my husband left. If there is any difference, it is that every time I have physical contact with my son while we are on the crowded bus, I feel a little strange in my heart. Especially after I found that my son has grown into such a handsome and sunny young man, every time I steal a glance at him, I feel like holding a deer in my arms, and I have a long-lost feeling of excitement. It seemed that I could no longer treat him as a child as I did before.

I even found myself on several occasions on the bus, when the bus was not particularly crowded, deliberately pressing my breasts, which were only wearing an unlined bra, against my son's half-exposed arm that was holding the car's armrest. It was just a subconscious action, but when I realized my gaffe, I was still a little uneasy. Fortunately, my son didn't seem to notice it, so I felt a little relieved. I secretly reminded myself to control my emotions and not to embarrass myself as a mother again.

Fortunately, the heavy workload every day can pull me back to reality from the intoxication of riding in the car with my son. Every day when I sit in my office chair and start my boring work, the slight ripples in my heart will be left behind because of the cruelty of real life.

Sometimes when I can’t sleep late at night, I try to rationally analyze my own almost twisted psychology that is caused by my longing and fantasy for a sunny young man. After calm thinking, I found that the combination of age, work pressure and the gradual accumulation of dissatisfaction with certain issues of my husband is the crux of my current strong sexual desire and good fantasy.

But it’s like a drug addict who knows that drugs are harmful but still cannot quit. Although I know clearly that my spiritual level is far from being as dignified and chaste as I am in reality, since various moral constraints in reality prevent me from indulging myself, what should I blame myself for if I degenerate in my own inner world when I am alone?

So even though I know the root of my current problem, after I found reasons to convince myself, I still continue to maintain a state of almost separation between body and mind when venting my physical desires. It’s just that because my husband is on a business trip, my real sexual partner has been replaced by my own fingers instead of my husband’s penis.

Masturbating when my husband was away was not a big deal for me, and it was even a secret that my husband and I shared with each other. But recently, the sexual partner that I have been craving for repeatedly in my mind is my son, whom I have been trying to avoid. The guilt of this thought is unbearable, but I can't get rid of it. That is, she could not get rid of the embarrassment towards her son, nor could she get rid of her sexual fantasies about him.

The miserable days passed one by one.

The unintentional physical contact with my son every morning - the huge work pressure after work, forcing myself to suppress myself - and venting alone at night.

This vicious cycle repeats itself every day, and the repressed emotions and desires can no longer be relieved by usual venting.

Even if my inner self is completely different from my real life, I don't want to use my son as the object of my sexual fantasies. Just like a man visiting a prostitute, all kinds of handsome male stars have appeared in my mind like a revolving lantern, adding a lot of color to the married life of my husband and me. Why is it that only my son’s appearance is now something I can’t get rid of? Even though I have been restraining myself, my son's image still often appears in front of me when I am masturbating alone late at night. This sinful thought is what I am most unwilling to bear at the moment.

However, no matter how difficult the days are, they will come to an end, and in the blink of an eye, the one-week deadline is almost here. The day my husband agreed to return from his business trip is approaching. Perhaps my husband's return will bring about a change in me, so I am eagerly looking forward to that day. At the same time, after a few days of loneliness and depression, she also longed for her husband's caress.

But all these hopes were shattered the day before her husband returned from a business trip.

That afternoon, I was impatiently dealing with the long queue of depositors in front of the window, when suddenly the manager on duty called me to answer the phone. (Our bank stipulates that mobile phones are not allowed to be used during working hours.)

The call was from my son's physical education teacher at his school.

My son accidentally fell while running in physical education class and broke his right arm. He is currently in the hospital getting a cast. The teacher asked me to go to the hospital right away with money.

My heart sank. Oh my god! fracture? My son is the lifeblood of my husband and me. He has never suffered such a serious injury since he was a child. Now that his arm was suddenly broken, my son must be in so much pain. I quickly asked for leave from the manager on duty, went out, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital like a flash.

After getting off the car at the hospital, I rushed to the orthopedic department. My son's head teacher, Ms. Liu, was walking around helplessly with a frown on her face in front of the treatment room. I just walked over to say hello to her when I heard my son's screams coming from inside the treatment room.

"Ouch! It hurts! Be gentle! Ah!" His screams mixed with my son's sobs made me feel so heartbroken that I didn't even feel like crying.

I was so anxious that I shouted, "Yang Yang! What's wrong with you? Mom is here!"

Teacher Liu looked up and saw me, and hurried over to help me sit on a chair beside him and comforted me, "Don't worry, Yang Yang's mother, the doctor is correcting Yang Yang's bones, and he will be fine after the fracture is aligned and a plaster is applied. Don't be so nervous!"

"Teacher Liu, what's going on? Yang Yang was fine when he went to school this morning..." My heart almost broke listening to my son's constant screams. I was very dissatisfied with the teacher's tone. It turns out that this is not your son, so you are not nervous!

"It's like this. During the physical education class in the afternoon, Yang Yang accidentally fell while running. When he tried to get up, he used his hand to support himself, and maybe the force and angle were just right, so he broke the bone in his right arm. Our physical education teacher quickly contacted me and sent the child here for treatment. Fortunately, the problem is not serious. After the bone is reconnected and he rests for a week or two, he can go back to school. It won't delay the child's studies too much." It can be seen that because this accident obviously has nothing to do with the school's management, Teacher Liu seemed extremely relaxed when talking to me.

"Then! Will he get disabled?" I was still a little worried and asked quickly.

"That shouldn't be the case, right? I asked the doctor when he came in to treat me just now, and he said it was just a minor problem, but it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, so I'm sure I'll need to recuperate for some time."

As he was speaking, his son came out of the treatment room with tears in his eyes, his right arm in a cast hanging around his neck. When she saw me, she couldn't help crying, calling out, "Mom!...Mom!" and then threw herself into my arms.

Although my son is a head taller than me, he still cried like a child who had been wronged. Looking at his arm hanging, I also shed a few tears out of heartache. He patted his son's strong back with one hand and took out a tissue to wipe his tears with the other hand. His son was in so much pain that tears and snot were flowing. I really don’t know how much he suffered.

At this moment, I felt as if I was back to my son’s childhood, and I felt his attachment to me again.

"Alright! Alright! You always talk back to me and act like an adult. I really thought you were a little man! You're crying like this for such a small injury. Aren't you ashamed? Don't cry, my dear son. It's okay. Does it still hurt?" I comforted my son and asked the doctor without waiting for his answer: "Doctor, is my son's hand okay? Will he be disabled?"

The doctor was an old man in his fifties. He handed me the X-ray of my son, briefly explained the condition, and told me that Yang Yang's hand was only slightly fractured. He should not do strenuous exercise after the fracture and that he could remove the plaster after about a month. Then he wrote a two-week leave note for him and gave it to Teacher Liu, and signaled that we could leave.

As we walked and talked after leaving the hospital, I learned that Teacher Liu had paid for Yang Yang's medical expenses, and I hurriedly took out the money and returned it to her. She did not refuse. After putting it away, she told Yang Yang to take good care of his injury and not to miss his academic studies during the period. He should also do self-study. We, mother and son, thanked her again before we parted ways.

"Yang Yang, don't hug me like this all the time!" After Teacher Liu left, Yang Yang and I walked towards the bus stop. Along the way, Yang Yang insisted on walking with me with his uninjured left hand around my shoulder. I couldn't stand my son's sudden intimacy and tried to break free from his arms. I'm so uncomfortable with him doing this!

On the street, my son is no longer a child. He is taller than me and very strong. How would he look if strangers saw him? Moreover, I had some unspeakable thoughts about him in my heart. Although he was not aware of it, I knew it myself. Because of this, I was even more wary of his intimate actions. This wariness was not towards the child, but towards myself!

"Mom! What's wrong! Didn't I hug you like this all the time when we were little? Even though I'm grown up, I'm still your son! It hurt so much today when that old doctor set my bones! I just wanted you to hug me! But you came so late!" As the son said this, he choked and seemed like he was about to cry again.

No matter how he usually talks back at me, he is still a child after all. And just as my husband said, my son’s character is indeed very weak. He couldn’t bear such a small suffering and was in urgent need of comfort.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I no longer rejected my son's arm around my shoulders and obediently walked slowly in his arms, following his steps. Although my son was much taller than me, it seemed to others that I was being hugged by him. But the affection between mother and son made me feel deeply that at this moment my son was still so young and in need of protection, and the one being hugged and cared for was still actually my son himself.

"Give me your phone, Yang Yang! Mom left in a hurry and forgot her phone at the bank. I have to call your dad! Such a big thing happened to you and your dad doesn't even know about it! I don't know how angry he will be with me when he gets back!"

"It's in my schoolbag! Mom, you can get it yourself!" Yang Yang said and stopped.

My son stood still. I turned around to face him and lowered my head to look for his cell phone in the school bag he was carrying on his shoulder. Because there were too many textbooks in my son's schoolbag and he couldn't find them, I couldn't help but mutter to myself that my son's schoolbag was too messy. My son whispered to me, "No," but he still held my body tightly with one arm. At this time, night was gradually falling, but the street lights were not turned on yet.

In the dim evening, many pedestrians passing by on the roadside cast curious glances. They probably had never seen a big boy wearing a high school uniform and carrying a schoolbag with one arm hanging so blatantly hugging a middle-aged woman in professional women's clothing on the street and chatting in a low voice. The middle-aged woman was whispering something in the boy's arms while burying her head in his chest, looking very gentle.

Maybe because I have maintained a good figure, my back view is still pretty. Although passers-by could clearly see that I was much older than my son, it seemed that no one noticed that I was the boy's mother. The way they looked at us was like they were watching a couple of age-matched people flirting unscrupulously on the street. There was a hint of vulgarity in their curiosity, as if they hoped to see us do something exciting to satisfy their curiosity.

I suddenly felt the ambiguous gazes from all around me and looked around. Some of the pedestrians nearby turned their heads away and pretended nothing had happened, while others quickly walked away. But I have already noticed this inappropriateness. After finding her son's cell phone, she resolutely broke free from his arms, and while preparing to call her husband, she gestured to her son to continue walking towards the bus stop.

The phone call was just connected and I just called out "husband". Before my husband could answer, my son's healthy hand reached out and took my hand and walked with me. I hesitated for a moment, but did not resist. I let my son hold my hand. While talking to my husband, I followed my son to a bus that was parked at the station and was about to leave.

"Look at you! Why are you so stupid? You can even fall over while running! What else can you do at this age?"

The husband scolded his son on the phone, his voice so loud that it seemed as if everyone on the bus could hear it. I sat next to my son and couldn't bear to see him getting nervous because of his father's scolding. While holding her son's cold hand and squeezing it to comfort him, she took his cell phone and advised her husband not to be so angry with him.

"Old Yang! Can you please stop yelling at the child like that? The child didn't want to fall down. Do you know how painful it is to break an arm? You just yelled at him without any reason and scared him. He must be feeling bad!"

Before I could finish, my husband interrupted me, "Yanzi, stop protecting him all the time. Look at how you've spoiled him. A grown man is acting like a spoiled girl. Who would want a child like that when he goes to college or finds a job? You always speak up for him when I teach him a lesson. So just spoil him. It's good that he broke his bones! It also lets him know that his parents can't share everything for him."

I was a little angry, so I said unhappily, "Forget it, forget it. I can't talk to you about this. When can you get home tomorrow? What do you want me to prepare in advance?"

"Let's eat dumplings! I'm sick of eating boxed lunches every day during the business trip!" When talking about going home, the husband's tone became much gentler, "My train will arrive in the morning, but the company asked me to go to the headquarters immediately after I come back, so I may not be able to go back at noon, so you should prepare dinner."

"Oh." I looked at my son who was upset but didn't dare to get angry because of the scolding, and whispered to my husband: "Don't be so harsh when you talk to Yang Yang when you get home. Our son has never been wronged like this. Don't always be stern with him."

"I just think he is too weak. Forget it, let's talk about the child's problem later. Tell him to take good care of his injury, read more books, and don't let such a small thing delay his studies! I bought him a pair of Nike shoes and will tell him when I get home. Don't say so much!" The husband is hard-mouthed but soft-hearted.

When I got home, I really didn't have the energy to cook, so I went to the restaurant near my home, ordered a few dishes, bought some rice, and went home to prepare dinner with my son.

My son's right hand was in a plaster cast so he couldn't use chopsticks, so he had to use a spoon in his left hand and eat the food one bite at a time with difficulty. After eating a few bites, he suddenly pushed the bowl away and said to me angrily, "Mom! I don't want to eat anymore!"

I put down the bowl of rice I had just picked up, walked to the chair next to my son, sat down, gently stroked his back, and asked softly, "What's wrong, son? Is the food not delicious? Do you want mom to cook you a bowl of noodles?"

"No! I just feel uncomfortable eating with a spoon! And I'm not used to using my left hand! I'm always afraid that if I use too much force when scooping a mouthful of rice, the bowl will be overturned. I might as well not eat it! You eat it yourself! I'll just have some biscuits later!" My son seemed to be touched by my gentle gaze, and he was no longer as anxious as before.

"Silly boy! I knew it would be like this! Forget it! Come, let mommy feed you!" As I said that, I picked up my son's bowl, scooped a few spoonfuls of his favorite Kung Pao Chicken for him, mixed it well, scooped a spoonful of rice and vegetables, tested the temperature with my lips, and it was not very hot, so I gently brought it to my son.

"Mom! No need! I'll just eat some biscuits later! It feels so awkward for me to still be fed by you when I'm this old!" The son shook his head and turned his head to the side.

I felt a little amused. Adolescents are like this, they want to be independent in everything, not to mention being fed by their mother like a good baby. This must be a big blow to their self-esteem. But can you be independent now in this state? Being stubborn to the end will do you no good at all. It seems that I still need my mother's guidance.

I smiled and shook my head, and continued softly, "What nutrition does biscuits have? Your hand is so badly injured, you need to replenish your body. If you always take snacks as your staple food, how can it be good? Be good and listen! Eat this bowl of rice for mom honestly! Besides, mom can't finish so much food by herself, it will be a pity to waste it! Come on, be good! Open your mouth!"

My son looked at me. Although he was not used to my repeated persuasion of "be good", he was reluctant to be stubborn when he saw the tears of heartache in the loving eyes. He swallowed the spoonful of food I handed to him in one gulp and whispered, "That's enough! Mom! Put it down. I'll eat it myself. You should eat quickly too, otherwise the food will get cold!"

I was touched by my son's thoughtful words, but I insisted on finishing the bowl of rice. My son seemed a little impatient, but he endured it and chose to obey me, letting me feed him the meal mouthful by mouthful. And deep down in my heart, seeing my son so obediently letting me do whatever I asked him to do, opening his mouth and eating slowly when I told him to, I felt an unprecedented excitement. Obviously, this excitement was not due to the relief that my son was sensible, but the excitement that came from my strong desire to control the young man.

The rebellious son was obviously unwilling to accept this kind of care from his mother at first, but after eating two bites, he gradually began to adapt. After finishing one bowl, he asked me for another half bowl and seemed to be enjoying the meal very much. While eating, he asked me, "Mom! I remember you often fed me like this when I was a kid, right?"

I smiled and recalled the past, saying, "That's right! At that time, your father was always on business trips, so your mom and dad sent you to your grandma's house to let your grandparents take care of you. But you always refused to eat the food your grandma fed you, and every time you insisted that your mom feed you. Later, when your grandma saw that you really couldn't leave your mom, she persuaded your mom to take a leave of absence from her job for a period of time to stay at home to take care of you. At that time, you were just like you are now, opening your mouth wide and shouting "Ah! Ah!" every day to ask your mom to feed you. Now you have grown up and become more independent. It’s unfair that your mother has to beg you to feed you! "The son listened and laughed, then continued eating. After he finished eating, I picked up my bowl again and took a few bites of the leftovers.

After the meal, Yang Yang was not in a good mood and looked a little depressed because he had been frightened during the day. I let him rest early. The child obediently went back to his room. After I finished clearing the dishes, I was the only one left in the living room. I was also physically and mentally exhausted, so I watched TV alone, feeling depressed. I could not let go of the brief excitement I felt when I was feeding my son. It seems that my old habit has come back again. I licked my dry lips and called my own name secretly: "Wang Yan! Wang Yan! Your husband will be back tomorrow! Be patient, how can masturbation be better than real sex? Hold on today, you will definitely be more passionate when you do that with your husband tomorrow." On the other hand, I also know that because of the long-lost intimacy shown by my son towards me as a mother today, it not only awakened the kind maternal love that has been buried for many years, but also deepened some evil thoughts deep in my heart.

I tried to find something to do to distract myself. Suddenly I remembered that when I came out of the hospital, the doctor prescribed several packets of Chinese medicine for Yang Yang. He quickly found it, took out a dose, boiled it in the kitchen, poured it into a bowl and gave it to his son.

Yang Yang was lying on his side on his bed, holding a comic book in one hand and reading it intently under the desk lamp. He never had the habit of locking the door, so when I tiptoed to his side, he suddenly noticed it, quickly sat up, closed the comic book, put the book behind him, and asked with a smile, "Mom! What are you doing here?"

I glared at him, put the bowl of boiled Chinese medicine on the desk in front of his bed, and said with a hint of anger, "Reading comics again! Your hands are in such a mess, and you're still flipping through books! If you really have the spirit to read, why don't you read your English textbook?"

"Mom!" The son blushed and argued, "I seldom read comics normally. It's a rare break for me. I don't read them all the time. I will review my lessons tomorrow during the day! Don't worry!"

"Drink the medicine first!" I gestured to my son to drink the medicine. Seeing his sad face due to the bitter taste of the medicine, I quickly poured him another glass of water to reduce the bitterness. Then he picked up the medicine bowl and walked out while threatening him: "I don't care. Your father will be back tomorrow. If he finds out that you only read comics and don't review your lessons, he will tear up all your comics!"

I really hoped that I could scare him by using his father, but I didn't expect my son to just make a face at me and still didn't take it seriously. I could only sigh and walk out of his room.

The next day is the weekend.

I woke up excited. My husband, who has been away for a week, is finally coming back. Yesterday on the phone, this damn guy wanted to eat dumplings, so early in the morning, I went to the market to buy minced meat and prawns, preparing to make his favorite three-fresh dumplings for him in the afternoon.

However, Yang Yang was obviously feeling uncomfortable because his father was about to come back.

After lunch, I hurriedly started kneading the dough and mixing the stuffing to prepare dumplings. Yang Yang found an excuse to go to the library and hurried out. I knew he was afraid that his father would come back and scold him for being careless and unable to take care of himself when things happened, so he simply went out to hide from the limelight and relax, so I didn't say anything and just let him go. This child loves reading. He usually spends his time in the library or visiting bookstores. Both places are beneficial to his studies, so my husband and I don't really object to him going there.

As the sun sets in the west, the bright sunlight outside the window shines into the living room through the balcony glass. It was late spring and early summer, and I was standing alone in front of the table in the living room, making dumplings for my husband, and I was sweating from the busy work.

I am afraid of heat by nature, so today I wore a light yellow skirt on the lower body and a moon-white short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body. Because I was afraid of trouble, I didn't wear my favorite flesh-colored stockings today. Instead, I bare my two cute white feet, wearing a pair of pink slippers. I casually tied my long hair into a ponytail, looking like a housewife, busy at work, raising my arms from time to time to tidy up a strand of long hair that was scattered in front of my eyes because I bent down to roll the dumpling skins, or to wipe the sweat from my temples.

I had just finished wrapping half of the dumplings when the door opened. The long-lost husband finally came back exhausted.

With all kinds of wonderful thoughts in mind, I threw myself into my husband's arms. But before I could say anything, my husband started cursing and urging me to help him tidy up his clothes.

"Fuck him! You send me to do all the hard work! Yanzi! Hurry up and get me a few more sets of clothes, socks, underwear and so on. Also, see how much cash we have at home and give me some more. I have to leave soon!" My husband didn't even change his shoes when he came in. He just gently hugged my waist and pushed me away to go to the kitchen.

I hurriedly followed him and asked, "What's wrong? You just got home, where are you going?"

"Going to Nanjing again! A big accident happened in this project. I am the main person in charge. I just got scolded by the boss when I returned to the company. The company has re-planned a plan for me to go to the construction site to supervise the progress of the project until it is completed! It looks like I have to stay outside for a month or two!" The husband opened the refrigerator, took out a few snacks, and ate a few bites. Question: "Where is your son?"

"After lunch, he went to the library. Do you want to call him back?" I went into the bedroom and packed a suitcase of clothes for my husband to take out. At the same time, I took out all the cash in the house and gave it to him. I saw that his face was tired, his beard was unshaven, and his clothes were tattered. I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Thinking that the couple had just reunited and now they were going to be separated again, I was naturally unwilling to do so. She gently stroked her husband's dirty face and asked tenderly with tears in her eyes, "What time are you leaving? If you can make it in time, eat the dumplings I made first before you leave."

My husband looked at me with guilt and warmth in his eyes. He put one arm around my waist and with the other hand grabbed my hand that was touching his face. He kissed my hand lightly and whispered, "Yan Zi, take good care of yourself when I'm not home!" Then he began to kiss me affectionately. Our tongues were stirring fiercely in each other's mouths. He gently let go of my hand and began to rub my breasts vigorously.

Because the bra I was wearing had no sponge padding, my husband rubbed my breasts so hard through my shirt that it hurt a little. I couldn't help but murmur, "Hmm." I snuggled in his arms, kissing my husband's bearded face passionately, while raising my left leg and rubbing my bare knee, which was exposed through my light yellow skirt, skillfully against my husband's crotch. My husband's dick rubbed against my snow-white and crystal thighs through his pants, and it seemed to have caused a physiological reaction.

"Come on, husband!" I asked my husband in a low voice with seductive eyes, but there was clearly a strong desire in my eyes. After experiencing a few days of emptiness, if I don't take the opportunity of my son not being at home to have sex with my husband, my usual masturbation will not be able to eradicate my sinful thoughts. At this moment, my husband seems to me like the best medicine to cure my empty and anxious heart. It is also because of this that after a short separation, my husband, who was not good-looking and now sloppy, actually aroused an extremely strong desire in me. This is a different kind of teasing from the past, which relies on my fantasy to arouse my nerves, but it is simply the sexual desire between men and women surging.

"There's no time! I have to catch a train soon. I don't even have time to eat dumplings. Besides, it's broad daylight. Yang Yang will come back and see it..." The husband wanted to argue, but suddenly found himself already unzipped by me. I couldn't wait any longer. I reached into his crotch, took out his big cock and stroked it. Before it was fully erect, I squatted down and began to greedily take it in my mouth.

"Ah!" My husband let out a low roar of comfort, and without saying anything more, he held my head and thrust his cock hard in my mouth.

Maybe my husband didn't take a shower much during his business trip, so his thick black cock was extremely smelly. I only sucked it twice in my mouth, and I was extremely sick of the stench secreted from my husband's genitals. But my husband was reluctant to put his dick into my mouth. The feeling of the glans being stimulated by the strong suction of my mouth, he still pressed my head hard and happily thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. The stimulation of oral sex only took a short time for the husband to get a hard erection.

I tried to push away my husband's big hand on my head, and I dry-heaved a few times. After feeling nauseous for a while, I stood up and pulled my husband into the bedroom. After closing the door, she suddenly hugged him and rolled onto the bed. We touched each other all over and kissed each other passionately on the face.

My husband's rough right hand gently touched the inside of my snow-white and smooth thigh under my skirt. Suddenly, he pulled off my white silk panties. He then reached his hand along my bare thigh into my skirt and slid two fingers back and forth on my clitoris along the edge of my vulva. Noticing the warmth and wetness of my touch, she couldn't help but grin at me and said, "Wife, you're so slutty. I've only been away from home for a few days, and you're horny just from a few touches?" As she spoke, her husband unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, and climbed on top of me with his big cock, which had become hard and swollen from my saliva. She then used his big, smelly, black cock to rub my flawless white legs. With an anxious look on his face, he waited for my permission while he took off my panties, which he had not completely removed just now, and threw them aside.

I punched him a few times while pouting coquettishly. I pulled my skirt up to my belly, spread my legs to expose my naked private parts, and reached out to hold my husband's big cock and rubbed it back and forth, guiding him to put the glans against my vagina, while urging him: "Don't talk so much nonsense, don't you still have to catch the train? Hurry up! Otherwise, Zi will really come back soon!"

"My little slut! I'm going to fuck you to death!" My husband laughed and lay between my legs. I guided him to gradually insert his penis into my lower body. The hot and hard cock paused in my wet vagina for a moment, as if looking for the long-lost feeling. Suddenly, my husband shouted, started to thrust his gun and began to conquer me.

Without excessive passion or excessive shyness, we, a couple who have been married for many years, started our familiar sex life this weekend afternoon. What we seek from each other is pure physical pleasure. My husband has almost never disappointed me in this regard. He would thrust his hard black cock into my beautiful pussy which had been empty for several days, and I would actively cooperate with his sexual intercourse by twisting my lower body. Soon we were both sweating and panting.

"Yan'er! How is it? Huh... I'm about to cum!" The husband could no longer hold on, and the speed of his thrusting became faster and faster, and his sweat increased.

"Well... I want more! Harder! Husband! Come again! Ah... just like that! Come again!" Every now and then, my husband's glans would hit the pistil-like opening of my uterus. Whenever that stimulating feeling came, I couldn't help but shudder and scream in pleasure. For a while, I gasped continuously, and my pair of soft breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of lovemaking. I twisted my waist even harder and used my already juicy vagina to stroke my husband's penis, which was becoming more and more swollen due to the rapid thrusting, while moaning in comfort.

"I can't take it anymore! I really have to go! Ah... I'm cumming!" The husband probably still couldn't let go of his work, as he ejaculated so quickly this time. To the extent that I surrendered before I had the beautiful illusion of climax as I usually do, which made me a little disappointed.

But there was no way, I still held my husband's fat waist, letting him lie on me motionlessly and shoot all his passionate semen into my body. I kissed him again and again, waiting until he had completely ejaculated and was completely satisfied, then we slowly separated from each other's bodies.

Perhaps it was because of the loss after sex, or the pain of separation between husband and wife after the brief joy that continued to accompany me, which made it difficult for me to accept it for a while. After sex, I stood up from the bed without saying a word, wiped my dirty lower body with the tissue on the bedside, put on my underwear again, tidied up my dress that was wrinkled by my husband and my loose ponytail, and seemed a little bored, leaning against the head of the bed with a frown on my face. The silent look on my face was completely different from the me who was laughing and smiling happily in bed just now.

Seeing how pitiful I looked, my husband, who had already put on his clothes, came over to me, held my shoulders and was about to say a few words to comfort me. Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening outside: my son is back!

I quickly pushed my husband away and whispered, "Yang Yang is back!"

My husband also heard it and hurried to the living room. I also quickly got out of bed, put on my slippers and followed him out.

"Dad!" The son came in with his head down and saw his husband coming out of the bedroom. He looked very unnatural, but because he felt that he had done something wrong, he didn't dare to face his father. He didn't care if there was anything wrong between my husband and me, but just asked in a low voice: "Did you just come back?" 「

"Yeah!" The husband, sweating profusely, looked at his son who had just come back from outside and was also sweating profusely with an injured arm hanging, and said to him in a rare gentle tone: "Yang Yang, Dad can't stay at home for long this time. He has to go to the construction site in Nanjing right away. This time he will be gone for a month or two. You listen to your mother at home and don't make your mother angry, understand?"

"You're leaving right after you got back? In such a hurry?" The son threw his schoolbag full of books, whether borrowed or bought, on the sofa and asked his husband in confusion.

"Yes, there was an accident in the project over there, and now we have to rush to finish the work. Remember what I said, don't make your mother angry, and listen to her in everything. I will come back to see you halfway when I have time. If your mother complains to me when I come back, I will see how I will deal with you!" As he spoke, the husband's tone turned into the stern tone he usually used to speak to his children.

"Got it! Dad, be careful on the construction site. I'm at home, don't worry!"

"This kid! What about you! You broke your hand just by running. How is it? Does it still hurt?" The husband was very moved by his son's words. He took out 100 yuan and handed it to his son and asked.

"It hurts! I didn't fall asleep until midnight last night!" My son took the pocket money handed to me by my husband. I'm not so afraid of my dad anymore.

"Rehabilitate well, don't spend money randomly, and don't be angry with your mother. Review carefully and don't delay your homework. Dad will call back often. By the way, the pocket over there is the Nike shoes my dad bought for you. I'll try it out if it's suitable. Okay, I have to leave." As my husband said that, he looked at me, and his eyes seemed reluctant. Obviously, his husband still had a lot of thoughtful words, but he had to separate immediately, which made him feel a little sad, but I didn't have such bitterness? And as a woman, I only have stronger strength.

My son and I helped my husband carry his luggage to the entrance of the community. Seeing my husband get into a taxi to the train station, my mother and son returned home in a relatively speechless manner.

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Thank you very much for your tolerance for my slow update. Strive for one chapter every week in the future.

The difference between Wang Yan and Zhang Lin is that Zhang Lin is a real good woman, and the humiliation she feels when she is H is from the heart, but only because of the external bewitching can you experience the pleasure of sin.

Wang Yan is lewd at heart. Although she can also feel the shame from the outside world strongly, she turns this shame into stimulation to experience it.

To be honest, after writing this, I realized that the Zhang Lin series was really a failure. Not only was the plot space large, but I still didn’t have the core of it at all. I picked up Wang Yan’s story this time, hoping to make up for it.

Last time I was about to write about Zhang Lin, I wanted to write about the scene a little bigger, so I wrote about a few people in the foreshadowing before, preparing for a big mess. However, because I had a close friend, I wanted to read simple messy articles, so I gave up a large part of the content, which made the article very incoherent. This time I originally wanted to write about my son, mother, and father. A secret incest story of a family of three, but a friend suggested that I add some characters to make it lively. Embarrassing!

To be honest, if Zhang Lin hadn't had the failure before, I might have compromised again. But this time I told myself not! I will humbly adopt the suggestions for details, and my brother will no longer have soft ears when affecting the plot.

The framework of this article has been formulated, and it is not long or short. But because I tend to induce good women, even the slut doesn't want to fall into depravity at once. So friends who are anxious to read the main topic of the mess have disappointed you again, and this time it is another article to lay the groundwork.

Ha ha!

However, in order to make up for the shortcomings of the meat show, this time I added a quick meal between the couple. To prevent the concerns raised by friends about becoming an erotic article that is not a dull narrative.

Maybe because my husband was on a business trip this time, my son always seemed unhappy after he came back. The relationship between father and son is actually very deep, but they are not good at expressing each other. The only thing my mother can do is to continue making dumplings while comforting him. Although I seem to be accustomed to my husband's behavior on business trips, I also don't want my husband to leave in my heart? Especially the hurrying intimacy with this damn guy made me excited all afternoon, and I seemed to be in a state of decline.

Seeing that the dumplings were about to be wrapped, Yang Yang suddenly remembered the sneakers left to him by his father before leaving. He dragged a hand with a mobility problem, clumsyly unpacked the packaging box, took out the brand new sneakers and sat on the chair and planned to try it on, but he couldn't handle one left hand, and he couldn't help but pout.

Seeing him trying his best, I smiled and shook my head, cleaned the flour on my hands, walked to him, bent down to help him put on his shoes gently, and was about to tie the shoelaces for him again, suddenly I found that the edge of my skirt had been dragged to the ground because of squatting. I quickly stood up and chased the corner of my skirt, lifted the skirt above my thigh, and then squatted down again to tie the shoelaces for my son.

Just after tied the shoelaces on my left foot, my woman suddenly felt something was inexplicably inappropriate based on her keen intuition. She subconsciously raised her head, but found that a little mouse seemed to be squirming in her crotch in her shorts, gradually bulging a large piece. When I was about to look up at my son's face, I ran into my son's two hot gazes, and secretly glanced at my two snow-white and plump thighs exposed by lifting my skirt.

The moment the eyes of our mother and son intersected, we were so shocked that our faces were flushed. My son quickly turned his gaze aside, and I quickly lowered my head again, subconsciously used my arms to try my best to cover my beautiful legs that made the man imaginative, hurriedly tied the remaining shoelaces for him, and quickly stood up and let the skirt cover myself.

For a moment, my son and I didn't know what to say.

After a while of silence, I was the first to break the silence and said to my son with a smile: "Yang Yang, look at your father who really has vision! These shoes are really suitable for you!"

"Is that right?" My son responded in a low voice, stood up and walked two steps, raised his legs and tried hard to land, and was also very satisfied: "Well, it's also very comfortable to wear." After that, we, mother and son, became relatively silent again.

I was in a mess. I do think I am very attractive to men as a perfect woman. Moreover, as I grow older, I have already changed from the simple disgust of my childhood to gradually accept this kind of gaze. In my opinion, when I am middle-aged, I can still be looked at by men with this kind of gaze, which shows that I am still very feminine. Even though I still feel disgusted, the gaze that is longed for and even admired by the opposite sex really satisfys my vanity as a healthy woman, and thus creates a great sense of pride and conceit.

But this time, I was at home and saw the shocking gaze in my son's eyes, which really made me feel a little helpless. Because as a woman who is understanding and kind, I know very well that my son's eyes are not just about being curious about the female body, but about his lower erection, he has clearly betrayed his thoughts. But what scares me is not my son's sexual impulse. Although the incident of a son having sexual impulse towards his mother itself is enough to surprise a mother. But what really made me shudder was that I was full of expectations for my son’s sexual impulse. So I can't tell whether it was intentional or unintentional to me when I just got up and lifted up my skirt.

The mother and son continued to remain silent for a while, but I broke the silence. He turned around and packed his things and said, "Mom goes to cook dumplings for you, you can rest." As he said that, I walked towards the kitchen.

"Mom!" My son suddenly called me in a low voice.

"What's wrong? Yang Yang?" I turned my head and asked.

"Mom..." Yang Yang's little face turned red and it took him a long time to say, "Why are you not wearing stockings today?"

Upon hearing this, my face turned red again. I hesitated for a while, should I get angry? But looking at his son with a broken arm, he also blushed and at a loss. Somehow, I couldn't lose my temper with him. At the same time, this question made me feel irritated. I tried my best to maintain my mother's dignity, but said gently: "Mom doesn't have to go to work today. What stockings should I wear at home during holidays? Why do you, a child, ask such a strange question? Do you want your mother to wear stockings all day long?"

The son nodded foolishly and said, "Mom, do you look just as beautiful as you wear stockings or not, but it looks more beautiful when wearing stockings."

"Silly child!" I scolded my son angrily and angrily: "What is more beautiful in stockings? What is your child thinking about? Don't talk nonsense in the future. Go to your room to review your homework. Mom cooks dumplings and asks you to have a meal." As I said that, I turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen, and my heart thumped: "Is it true that my son is telling me?"

My son seemed even more nervous than me, but seeing that I didn't get any big temper, I felt relieved, humming some small song and carrying his newly-made comic book back to the room in disappointment.

Maybe I felt that I was speechless, maybe both of them wanted to forget the ambiguous conversation in the afternoon. That night, my son and I had dinner and didn't say anything more except necessary communication.

But before going to bed at night, I found the flesh-colored stockings I would wear to work tomorrow, and put half a piece of my snow-white thighs in front of the mirror, and found that my plump thighs were indeed more mature and dignified when wearing stockings. However, my face in the mirror was red like a piece of red cloth, and it actually had a girlish shyness. This surprised me a little.

That night, I didn't sleep well. The real feeling of having sex with my husband and the increasing desire for my son once again deeply disturbed my thoughts.

The next day, I put on the bank's uniform, stockings and short skirt again and finished my housework as usual, and rushed to the bank to meet the challenge of working the new day.

At 2 pm, this time used to be the busiest time of work every day. But today I don’t know whether to say whether I’m lucky or not. The machinery of the power supply bureau in our bank’s area malfunctioned, resulting in large-scale power outages. Because the repair takes half a day, in order to ensure that there is no accident in the work, the manager decided to terminate the business early. After we have completed the accounts at hand, we can get off work and go home early.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Seeing the depositors who could not withdraw the money left our division office with curses, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After being busy with the crowd for most of the day, I was already upset. God is really helping. It is really worth celebrating that we, a group of young employees who are overwhelmed by the heavy work, can steal half a day of leisure in our busy schedule.

I don’t have many accounts on hand, and it only took half an hour to sort it out. After carefully completing the handover, my two colleagues and I happily left the bank and went to the supermarket together.

Both colleagues are young women who have just become mothers. At this age, they were very busy picking and choosing in supermarkets. My husband is not at home on business trips. Both parents have their own residences. They live alone with a son who is about to be adult, and they don’t have much to buy. I bought some sanitary supplies and snacks and waited quietly on the side.

After finally buying the big bags, they had wasted a lot of time. When they walked to the cashier together, they lined up to check out. When their colleague Xiaoli saw that he suddenly saw the condom on the small shelf next to the cashier was getting 30% off, and he took a box and put it in the shopping cart.

Another colleague Wenwen, who was standing beside her, picked up the box of condoms with a macho image from her shopping cart and looked at it. She whispered: "Oh, Xiaoli, I can't tell you are quite romantic! Jieshibang Colorful Rainbow Set? There are 7 colors in total? You and your husband are not idle every day!"

I couldn't help but smile and look at Xiaoli.

Xiaoli's face turned slightly red, but after all, they are all very familiar colleagues, and everyone is here. Although she is a little blushing, she is not shy at all. A generous answer: "Yes! The one we have in bed is so majestic! So what's wrong? Sister Wenwen, I've never seen you buy these things. Is your husband..." Xiaoli smiled at Wenwen with ill intentions

"Stupid girl! Let's see if I can tear your mouth!" Wenwen laughed and teased Xiaoli loudly, no longer caring about anything.

"Stop making trouble for you two!" I whispered to them, "How many people are you looking at you? They are all old and are still making trouble like children!"

"Sister Yanzi!" Xiaoli broke free from Wenwen's itchy hand and asked me for help. "Look at Wenwen, if someone buys a condom, she will make fun of me and bully me. Do you care about her? Ha!" As she said that, Wenwen secretly laughed at her again.

"Okay Wenwen!" I frowned and pulled Wenwen's clothes. The people queuing around were all looking at them with interest. Even my face was not good-looking. Indeed, two young mothers under 30 years old, wearing neat bank uniforms and skirts, should have given people a sense of integrity and stability. But these two guys were still like junior high school students, and they were really too out of tune because they bought a condom to play.

Wenwen was pulled by me for a moment, and finally restrained herself and stood behind Xiaoli again. But he was still not idle and asked Xiaoli in a low voice: "Xiaoli, did you not have a ring after giving birth? What's the point of buying condoms?"

Xiaoli smiled slightly and said, "It's used, what's the use?"

Wenwen and I were so fascinated by what we heard about, we couldn't help but feel like our faces were red and our hearts were beating. To be honest, what else can we have to demand from our husbands if we are mothers? Since we have chosen him to have children for him, we no longer care whether the wealth he can give us in the material life. In the truly caring life between husband and wife, the wife’s real needs for her husband is only sexual requirements, which is just the most primitive instinct. Can that woman be more happy if she doesn’t want to have sex?

After hearing Xiaoli say anything, Wenwen didn't say anything, but just looked at Xiaoli ambiguously.

But I was a little unconscious when I heard it. Seeing that I seemed a little moved, Xiaoli hurriedly leaned in my ear and whispered to me, "Sister Yan, you can try Durex passionate outfit. The ultra-thin rubber particles are also relatively large. You can not only feel your husband's body temperature, but also have the strongest sexual stimulation. You are the biggest among our sisters, and the demand in this regard must be stronger than mine. Listen to me and try it!"

"Go! Hate!" I blushed and smiled, pushing Xiaoli away, and said with a shame to her face, "Do you think everyone else is like you? There is nothing else to do except that?"

Xiaoli giggled, hugged my shoulder and said, "You are just hypocritical, do you like to buy it or not! Sister Wenwen, come!"

As she said that, Xiaoli walked over and hugged Wenwen's shoulder and whispered in her ear. Wenwen also pushed her away gently and muttered, "I'm not ashamed!" But when Wenwen passed the shelf with condom boxes hanging in front of the cashier, she picked it up and picked out a box and put it into her shopping cart. It caused Xiaoli and I to make fun of each other again.

After buying things, we went out of the supermarket and broke up and went home. Along the way, I sat in a bag containing the things I bought from the supermarket, thinking about what Xiaoli said, which was indeed a little reasonable. As a middle-aged woman who has high requirements for sex, her advice has indeed touched my itch. But in front of the little sisters, I have always been a mature and steady elder sister. Although I sometimes follow one or two sentences about the dirty topics they talk about privately. However, considering my age and identity, I have never mentioned it in this regard. When Xiaoli was talking to me about privacy issues, I actually wanted to tell her disappointedly that my husband was not around and it was useless if I bought it. But I still couldn't say it when I was right at the same time, for fear that they would think that I was really like a wolf or a tiger, and I could not live without a man for a moment.

The bus is still shaking and is about to get home.

After getting off the car, I walked slowly home with my shopping bag. I always feel upset when I didn't listen to Xiaoli's advice to buy that box of condoms, as if I was missing something. Suddenly, I looked sideways inadvertently and saw a small pharmacy in front of me. Standing at the door of the pharmacy, I hesitated for a moment, walked in with my head down and lowered my head.

The pharmacy is not big, with only two salesmen in white coats chatting inside. When I saw me come in, one of the middle-aged male salesmen hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically: "Welcome, what do you buy?"

When I saw that it was a male salesperson, my face was slightly hot. I walked to the front of the family planning counter and my head was lowered even lower. I hoped that the long hair scattered on my forehead could cover my face as much as possible. After searching carefully, I found the condom that Xiaoli mentioned in Durex's passionate costume, and said in a low voice through the counter glass, "This! Get a box!"

The male salesperson looked at me and smiled and took out the box I pointed at, looked at the label and said, "35" and then started issuing invoices.

I took out the money and handed it to him. He walked to another female cashier and passed the money and tickets to her, and said loudly, "Dures, 35, placing orders." Listening to the words "Dures", my heartbeat significantly faster.

Instead of putting the box of condom in my shopping bag, I quietly stuffed it into my handbag. I don’t know why I risked the embarrassing pressure to go to the pharmacy to buy this thing! My husband and I have not used this kind of thing for more than 10 years, just like all women who have given birth. In order to prevent accidental pregnancy, I have also been using intrauterine ring contraception. In this way, you can fully enjoy the joy generated by the collision between the meat and meat of your husband without having to worry about getting pregnant again and accepting the pain of miscarriage. But unexpectedly, the small condom can bring us more unique pleasure to those who adapt to sex as Xiaoli said. Which kind of happiness is like? Although I was eager to experience it, my husband was not around just on a business trip. Even so, I chose to buy it first. In that case, maybe I took out one before going to bed and played with it may have the effect of quenching thirst by looking at plums, right?

When I came downstairs of my house, I looked at it and it was less than 4 pm. At this time in the past, I was still sweating and busy in the bank. I wonder what my son is doing at home alone when I came back so early today?

Thinking to myself, I walked upstairs along the stairs. Take out the key and gently poke the door open, slowly open the door and bring it to the door with your hands and feet. I thought to myself that my son might be taking a nap, and he should rest more if his hand is injured, and he doesn't want to disturb him. I try not to make too loud noises when I walk. When I entered the living room, I put my handbag and shopping bag on the coffee table, wiped my sweat, and prepared to go back to my room to change all the uniform skirt and stockings and high heels that I had been wearing for a day, change into a light dress, then take a shower and start making dinner.

Just as I was about to walk to my bedroom, I suddenly heard a silent moan from my son's tightly closed room.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

My son's moan shocked me. Could it be that something happened to my son's broken arm?

I, who was full of nervous care for my son, had no time to think about anything more. I turned around and rushed to my son's door a few steps, while pushing open the door that my son never locked, and asked anxiously, "Yang Yang! What's wrong with you? Your hands still hurt..."

I was only halfway through my question, and I was shocked by the scene in front of me!

I saw my son halfway down beside the desk, and a 16-page comic was opened on the table. A close-up of the comic was a plump middle-aged woman with legs in M ​​shape, showing her exaggerated female sexual organs in front of her son.

My son looked even more ugly at this moment: his pants were slid between his knees, and the little cock under his crotch that was almost fascinated by me on the bus was raised high with a wet luster. He was held weakly by his son with his right hand exposed outside the broken arm cast, and his lower body was thrusting back and forth like a lustful monkey, as if he was so happy that he could not extricate himself. It was obvious that the brat's moan was not caused by the fracture and pain. No wonder I seemed to hide countless pleasures in my moans just now. It was just that because the child was still young and was alone at home, I wouldn't go in this way at all.

At this moment, because I was trying to push the door with great strength, my son, who was originally immersed in the joy of masturbation, was suddenly awakened!

He looked sideways and I was looking at him in surprise as I grew up. The intoxicated expression on his face immediately changed into eating, and then gradually turned into fear.

We mother and son looked at each other, and no one knew what to say. At that moment, it seemed that it was the end of time, and our expressions condensed together. The faces between mother and son were equally surprised and ashamed.

As a mother, I knew that my son had entered puberty, so I should have been mentally prepared for this kind of thing. As parents in the new era, they actually had this kind of experience of sneaking masturbation when they were young, but why did our parents never bump into each other? Thinking about it now, maybe it is not because we hide it so cleverly, but on the contrary, but because of the good intentions of our parents. Even if it hits, it will hide it and seem like you never know it. In fact, my husband and I occasionally discussed this issue when it was late at night, and even if this happened to my son, my husband once said that he would just pretend that he didn't know. But why am I so reckless today? Obviously, my son's moans seemed so ambiguous, I still bumped into his room like this! Is it just because Yang Yang has been obedient and weak since childhood that I, a mother, ignore that he is also a boy, and has normal physiological needs, but only cares about his injured arm?

Maybe... maybe...

There may be another possibility, but that possibility I hope is just my random guess. Even speculations are evil.

But no matter what I think, I still feel a little annoyed when I see my son, a good baby who I have loved since I was a child. Who can associate masturbation with such a sunny and handsome young man? Think about it, it might be all sin, and his hand just broke! He actually ignored it completely. If something unexpected happened, how could I explain to my husband! Thinking of this, I get more angry the more I think about it.

The son's genitals were still in his injured right hand, but it gradually shrinks due to the sudden disappearance of passion. This is the first time I have seen my son's little cock since he went to elementary school. I was looking at him angrily, and inadvertently peeked at my son's penis. Although my son's cock was erect, it was obvious that he had just developed not long ago, and his pubic hair was not a few, and there was a very serious foreskin, which seemed to develop later than his peers. It was very impressive to me.

My son suddenly felt that my eyes were wrong, and then he realized that he was still maintaining his ridiculous and obscene appearance. His face turned red. He quickly stood up, let go of his little dick, turned around so that he could bend down and lift his pants with his left hand, while saying awkwardly: "Mom... why are you back so early?"

At this moment, I was in a very complicated mood, anger, shame, pity, and love came to my heart for a while, and I couldn't answer my son's question.

They were silent for a while. Although I had thousands of words to say to my son who did the wrong thing, I still couldn't say anything. Maybe what my husband said was right, just pretending he didn't know anything. My son is too timid, and he must be even more nervous than me at this moment. Forget it, just pretend I didn't see anything. Saying nothing may be the best comfort for him, but knowing that his son is infected with the bad habit of masturbation, he will be cautious when entering and leaving his room, so as not to feel embarrassed again between the mother and the son.

"mom!"

My son raised his pants and screamed timidly at my back.

"how?"

The blush on my face had not yet dissipated. In order not to embarrass myself and my son, I did not turn around and look at him, but just turned my head slightly and looked at Yang Yang from the corner of my eyes.

The son looked embarrassed and timid.

"Mom...don't tell dad, okay?"

The son had a pleading voice in his tone. He knew very well how terrible the consequences of his father's temper would be if he was known not only to peek at pornographic comics but also to learn to masturbate.

I lowered my head and was silent for a while. Although my husband had talked about such a thing, parents should avoid it, but after all, I had accidentally bumped into it. Do you really don’t mention your husband? Then he thought again that the husband was indeed too strict with his son’s method of educating him, so his son was so afraid of him. If the husband can really be somewhat tolerant of his son as he said, then there is no big difference between telling him and not telling him. If the husband gets furious after he finds out, no one can guarantee that his son's weak personality will be scared of anything wrong.

After thinking about it, I felt that it was really better not to mention it in front of my husband, so I made up my mind to decide to hide my son's privacy for him.

"Then. You have to promise!"

I raised my head and looked at my son with majestic eyes, and said in a stern tone: "You have to promise that you will not masturbate again when you can't help it in the future! And you must not do such disgusting things when there are people at home during the day! And you are not allowed to read those messy comics again! I will go to your room to check later! Except for the teaching materials you studied, all the comics are kept by my mother! I will return them to you after you take the college entrance examination!"

"mom!"

The son pouted and protested with a pleading tone! "I know I'm wrong! Isn't it okay to change it in the future? Don't take away my comics! OK!"

"no!"

My tone was still stern, "Your dad and I have always regarded you as a child's hobby. Who knows that comics have such unhealthy content! This time, mom will never tolerate you. See what this garbage has turned you into! Don't bargain with mom anymore! Otherwise, I'll call your dad now!"

When the son heard that he wanted to call his father, he immediately became honest. I no longer asked for anything from me, I just looked at me with dissatisfaction.

"Mom! There are only a few porn comics in my life! Most of them have healthy content. Can't you just confiscate porn comics?"

After hearing what I said, my son began to beg me again.

"No! You have been using this as an excuse to not study hard recently! This time, my mother must correct all of your bad habits at once! Otherwise, if you have been on vacation for so long, how much will you be behind other students?" I said resolutely.

"snort!"

The son snorted dissatisfiedly: "It's just a chance to deliberately mess with me!"

"Whatever you say! Mom has promised to help you hide the masturbation you read porn comics, but are you not satisfied? If this happens, you can call your dad later and ask him if my way of dealing with this matter is right!" I threatened with a smile.

My son heard the joke in my words, so he had to grimace and said helplessly: "Whatever you do! Who made me have the handle on your hands?"

A small storm was resolved easily by me.

After dinner, I watched my son go back to his room and open the textbook to review English. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of my calmness in handling this matter.

After moving out a whole box of comic books from my son's room, I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Where are you put so many books? In order to prevent my son from peeking, I specially freed up half of the wardrobe and prepared them all to lock them inside.

Everything was packed, and inadvertently, I opened a yellow comic with a very exposed cover and flipped through it, wanting to see what exactly made my son hide in the room and masturbate alone in broad daylight like his shamelessness.

The book title is "Shame Mother" and the Japanese style is quite beautiful. The adolescence of his son drooled at his beautiful mother and set a trap step by step to finally make his mother completely his sexual captive.

Although I just flipped it around, I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to let go of the book. After looking at it for a while, I went from standing in front of the closet to lying down on the bed to reading it carefully. When I saw the junior high school son in the comics fucking his mother, who was about the same age as me and equally dignified and gentle, my lower body couldn't help but secretly flowed out of my vagina. No wonder my son was so excited to see it! This is a beautiful incest comic. The erotic content made me, a mature woman, unable to help but feel sorry for my son!

After reading a comic, my shorts were soaked. I turned back to the scene where my mother was raped by her son for the first time. Looking at the mother who was shy inside, she twisted her face to one side, spreading her legs wide and letting her son's little dick thrust into her beautiful pussy quickly, and shouting "Ah!". The heart is irrepressible to suppress the distorted sexual desire.

I lifted up my skirt, reached into my panties, and began to stroke my clitoris. In my mind, I was fantasizing that the person who was lying on the bed was shy and being fucked, and the one who galloped across me was the handsome boy who often appeared in the comics of the girl. At this moment, he was fucking his little dick in my wet pussy with an evil smile, and called softly: "Mom! Mom!"

The orgasm of masturbation made me confused. I couldn't help but respond: "Son...Son...!" In a daze, the beautiful boy in the comic that was thrown on me and had sex with me actually turned into a son! When I was shocked and wanted to push him away, I found that I had already had orgasm and had ejaculated my vaginal semen.

The night was already very heavy, and I sat up from the bed with regret and faced the darkness alone. The book "Shameful Mother" is still on hand covered with vaginal fluid.

In the next few days, my son seemed to have become much more obedient, and that kind of dirty thing really didn't happen again. Every day when I go home, he either reviews mathematics or English, occasionally watches TV, and only watches sports and news programs, which makes me feel very pleased.

On the contrary, I was peeking at my son's yellow comics every day. Every day I have to masturbate when I see Xingnan. There is no way, I am lonely if my husband is not at home. My son's comics are all so erotic and moving incest stories, which made me feel huge yearning in my heart and body after watching them. If this yearning is not effectively vented, I don't know what loopholes will be made!

No matter what, at least the family is calm on the surface, with a kind mother and a filial son, and life is pretty good.

Another new weekend is in a blink of an eye.

The bank organized employees to go out for a spring outing and went to a scenic spot in the suburbs for two days. You can bring a family member. I signed up for my son and I without hesitation.

During this period, my son kept locking himself in the room and studying hard. His health was recovering well, but he lacked outdoor exercise. I was afraid that he would be suffocated at home, so I happened to have such an opportunity to take him out to relax and breathe fresh air. After telling him, he was very happy.

At noon that day, among the green mountains and clear waters, I took my son and a few sisters who had a good relationship with me to sit together for a picnic. Everyone basically brought their children out to play. There are many women in the bank, and so, with a group of children, they will inevitably chatter and make a noise.

Yang Yang sat on the ground, sitting next to me with restraint. I took out my usual relaxation in the bank, and helped open various canned foods while being poor.

"Sister Yan! Among us colleagues, your son is the oldest, right? He is much taller than you! Little guy! What's your name?" Xiaoying, who was working opposite, asked with interest while looking at her son who was a little at a loss beside me.

"No! Lao Sun, Lao Chen, Sister Xu, their sons are all in college, and Manager Zheng, her daughter will get married next month. My Yang Yang is in high school, and she is still young compared to them! Yang Yang, this is your Aunt Xu." I continued to work hard while introducing my son.

Xiaoying is a newly transferred employee. In the past two years, his son's studies have become more and more serious and rarely goes to the bank to see me, so several of the newly transferred colleagues do not know him. The few of them whispered to each other and stared at Yang Yang with a low smile and said something. Yang Yang was a shy child, and he was even more uncomfortable being stared at by the middle-aged women with such ambiguous eyes, and his face turned red and white.

"What are you doing?" After a long time of hard work, I finally opened a can of canned sardines and placed them on the tablecloth in front of me. I smiled and asked Xiaoying and the others: "Why are you looking at my son and smirking! Is there any conspiracy to tell me!"

"whee."

Xiaoying, Wenwen, and Xiaoli couldn't help laughing out loud, making my son and I laughed for no reason.

"Sister Yan! We are saying that your son is so handsome!" Wenwen said with a smile.

"Tsk! That's it! What's the point to laugh about?" I asked

"The more we see you, the less you look like mother and son." Xiaoli said in a flash.

"Nonsense! Why don't we look like mother and son!" I was a little angry.

"You didn't understand. We mean that you and Yang Yang don't look like mother and son at all, but rather like siblings. He looks too much like you." Xiaoying picked up the drink and took a sip and said.

"My biological son is like me, of course! Don't talk nonsense! What brothers and sisters, the child is sitting here! He is talking nonsense!" Although I was complaining, I still felt sweet when I heard my colleague's compliments. After hearing what they said, I really don’t look old at all!

"We didn't say anything. Who doesn't know that you were a famous flower in our bank before!"

Xiaoli continued to compliment me, "Look, you are in your early 40s now, and you are still like a biological sibling standing with your son. What a beautiful pair of golden boys and jade girls!"

"The more I talk, the more I feel distorted! Stinky girl!" I laughed and scolded, picking up a chicken leg and making a gesture of throwing it.

"I have a basis for saying this!"

Xiaoli smiled and raised her head and said unmovedly: "Do you remember the past few years when our bank organized an outing. When did you bring your husband and children? Do you know what we said at that time? We all said that the whole flower was inserted into cow dung. You know, your family is a couple with their son, and those who don't know thought their father had brought their daughter and grandson! Now Yang Yang has grown up, your husband is on a business trip. If he comes this time, he probably will say that the old man has taken a couple of children on an outing."

"Ha ha!"

The colleagues sitting around couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

「死丫頭！看我撕不撕你的嘴！」我紅著臉沖上去半真半假的要動手打小麗，雖然是很好的朋友，可大庭廣眾之下被她這樣說我老公，我面子上確實有點掛不住了。

「好了好了，別鬧了！大家趕緊吃飯吧，你們這些女同志啊。聚在一起就是沒個正行，這還有那么多孩子呢，注意點形象！」一旁的劉副經理有點看不下去了，微笑著把我們勸解開。

本來很高興的聚餐，弄的我心情差到了極點。兒子在邊上用不滿的目光瞪了小麗幾眼。見我重新回到他身邊，不由得用沒受傷的左手偷偷的握了握我的手，我看了看兒子，兒子也同樣關切的在看著我。

后來的游覽，我的興致銳減，隨便看了看景致，和兒子照了幾張相沒再和小麗她們一起多接觸，從心里對她產生了不小的芥蒂。

傍晚的時候，我們乘車去到當地一家3 星級的賓館住宿吃晚飯。

晚飯同樣喧鬧無比，可我因為心情不太好，明顯不愛再搭理那些同事。還好兒子一直陪在我身邊，我們母子不時的獨自交談些這次郊游的樂事，還算不太憋悶。

飯后分房卡。

沒帶家屬的同事們互相拚房間，帶家屬的每家一間二人標間。我和楊洋領了一張卡號603 的標間房。

這是一間裝修精美緊湊的小房間，進門就是用厚玻璃隔離出的衛生間。房間里面擺著一張大大的沙發，再往前是張寬寬的雙人床，床對面墻壁上掛著一臺液晶電視，床外不遠處是落地窗和陽臺。我走上陽臺，看了看郊外的夜色，郁郁蔥蔥的山景，和城市里的燈火通明判若兩個世界，一陣風從對面的山林吹了過來，空氣格外清新。

「楊洋，過來呼吸一下新鮮空氣。」我叫兒子。

「出了一身臭汗，我還是先洗澡吧，今天都呼吸一天新鮮空氣了。也沒覺得多舒服！走那么長的山路還挺累的。」兒子在屋里七手八腳的脫掉衣服。只穿了一條小褲衩去衛生間洗澡。

"This kid!"

我笑著搖了搖頭，繼續看外面的風景。優美的夜色陶冶了我的胸懷，很快我就把心里的不愉快逐漸淡忘了。想想也難怪小麗說話刁鉆刻薄，自己丈夫的樣子確實很配不上自己，這點已經無數次被或熟悉，或陌生的人提起過了。我今天又是何必呢！本來很好的一次郊游弄得這么不愉快。

正想著，門外傳來一陣敲門聲，我打開門一看，是雯雯。

「艷子姐！還生氣呢？一路上一直到吃晚飯都沒理我們，真往心里去了？」雯雯笑著問。

「你們說話就是不分場合，當著楊洋面瞎說什么呀！」我不滿的嘟囔著。

「行了！我們錯了還不成！好姐姐！我們打麻將，三缺一，你過來湊個手吧！」雯雯央求著。

「不去！累一天了，哪還有力氣打麻將啊！你們玩吧。」我要關門、

「來吧！來吧！就打八圈！」雯雯拉著我的手來回搖晃撒著嬌央告著。

「真是的！真拿你沒辦法！那說好了就打八圈！」我無奈的妥協了。雯雯在我們幾個姐妹里最年輕，長的最漂亮。我一直拿她當親妹妹，平時她求我點什么事，只要這么一撒嬌，我馬上就會妥協，可能除了楊洋，我對她是最沒辦法的了。

「楊洋！」我沖衛生間喊了聲。

「干嘛！」兒子正洗頭呢來不及多說什么。

「我和你雯雯姐去打幾圈麻將，你洗完自己看會電視，早點睡，聽到了么！」我收拾了一下，拿著錢包往外走。

「知道了！媽，您早點回來。」隨著嘩嘩的水聲，兒子在衛生間里隔著厚厚的磨砂玻璃回答道。

到了雯雯的房間，小麗，小英，早就等的不耐煩了，小英拿著骰子不停地晃悠，見我來了，小麗先向我為午飯時過火的玩笑道了歉，隨便說了幾句話，大家就忙不迭的劃拉起牌來。

那天我手氣不錯，從晚上8 點一直玩到將近凌晨1 點，幾個小時時間贏了四五百塊錢。最后小英實在熬不住宣布散伙，我這才得意的回了自己房間。

因為知道時間已經不早了，所以我抹黑進門時輕手輕腳的，生怕吵醒了已經躺在床上發出陣陣鼾聲的兒子。

我把錢包放在床頭柜上，順手拉亮了壁燈，墻壁上兩盞做工精美的壁燈發出柔和的黃色暖光，藉著燈光，我開始脫衣服。

為了今天郊游方便，我特意穿了條米黃色休閑長褲，裁剪合體質地輕薄的長褲把我豐滿的屁股和內褲的輪廓勾勒的無比清晰。我一邊解著腰帶往下褪褲子，一邊雙腳互相用力把耐克牌的旅游鞋從腳上蹬了下去，然后一屁股坐在沙發上把褲子徹底脫了下來放在一邊，柔和的燈光下，我屈起來的兩條修長的美腿顯出潔白晶瑩的光澤。

今天我沒穿經常穿的肉色褲襪，只穿了一雙純棉白色短襪，脫下襪子，我揉了揉肉乎乎的小腳丫，走了一天山路，雙腳有點腫痛，而且被旅游鞋捂的發出一絲微微的汗臭味，我不由的皺起眉搖了搖頭。

室內溫度很熱，兒子沒有開空調，為了脫衣服，我額頭上已經冒出點點香汗了。我脫下身上穿的白色T 恤衫，忙不迭的把里面的肉色乳罩解開，讓自己那對沉甸甸的乳房適當的得到些解脫。摘乳罩掛鉤的時候，我不經意間撇了床上的兒子一眼，他正面朝我，鼻息沉重的拽了拽毛巾被的背角。雖然是親生兒子，可不知怎的，我還是有點擔心他會突然醒過來。

房間的落地窗沒有關，深夜里郊外特有的涼風，從厚厚的窗簾縫鉆了撿來，吹拂在我香汗淋漓的嬌軀上，讓打了半夜麻將心浮氣躁的我感到一陣愜意。我用手托了托胸前略微有些下垂的乳房晃了晃，因為戴乳罩的緣故，上面濕淋淋的全是汗，我從床頭柜上摸過一張紙巾仔細的擦了擦汗。看著自己豐滿美麗的乳房，我心里又是驕傲，又是害羞。

略微休息了一會，我穿上拖鞋，只穿了一條內褲向衛生間走去。睡前一定要好好洗個澡。

我轉身走的一剎那，睡著了的兒子扭了扭身子，僵硬的身體似乎放松了不少。

衛生間的燈光亮了，里面發出一陣蓮蓬頭被打開水噴出來的聲音。厚厚的半透明磨砂玻璃門上倒映著燈光下我豐滿窈窕的身影，正在彎著腰蜷起一條腿，輕輕的褪去內褲。

房間里，傳來一陣欷歔的響聲，聲音并不大，淹沒在蓮蓬頭激烈噴射出來的水聲里，一門心思沖涼洗澡的我對那輕微的聲響毫無察覺。

洗過澡，我把頭發吹干，穿上內褲悄悄的從浴室出來。

今天真是太大意了，竟然忘記帶條睡裙出來。站在昏暗的房間里，看著床上還在呼呼大睡的兒子，輕輕拂拭剛剛吹過沒有整理好的長發的我，不由的臉上一紅，下意識的用手護在赤裸的乳房上，緊張的咬了咬嘴唇。

本來母子共睡一張床沒什么大不了的。可兒子日漸成熟的樣子加上英俊的面容總讓我想入非非，今天又這么尷尬的不穿內衣躺在他身邊，光想想我就不由得心頭小鹿一陣狂跳。

兒子似乎睡的很香，我試探著叫了聲：「楊洋。」

兒子完全沒反應。看樣子今天玩累了，睡的還挺沉。我暗暗放了點心，心里想著，只要上了床，我就用毛巾被緊緊把自己半裸的身體裹起來，明天早早的起來，趕在兒子醒來之前穿好衣服就因該沒事了。

想到這，我也實在困的受不了了，躡手躡腳的上了床，輕輕地躺在兒子身邊，摸過一床毛巾被一直拉到下巴下面緊緊的把自己半裸的身體蓋住，這才打了兩個哈欠，蜷縮成一團昏昏沉沉的睡了過去。

睡夢中，不知過了多少時間，迷迷糊糊中似乎做了個夢。

夢見我自己睡在家里的臥室，丈夫躺在我枕邊用手托著腮，正溫柔的看著自己，目光中充滿了夫妻彼此默契的曖昧，睡夢中的我不由的溫柔一笑。

「死老楊！都老夫老妻了，還裝的那么深情款款干什么！你出差那么久了，回來之后心里想著什么，難道我還不知道么？來！親親我！」

我一邊暗自琢磨，一邊把老公攬入了臂彎，撅起嘴等待著丈夫用火熱般的親吻化解我心中的相思之苦。可丈夫卻似乎在猶豫，不！那神態不僅是猶豫，簡直是對我的一種畏懼！

「瞧你那傻樣！怎么還不過來？……老楊……老楊你今天怎么了？」對于丈夫表現出的畏懼神態，我感到很奇怪。

以往每次出差回來，他都像只發情的野獸，只要家里沒人他都會急不可待的扒光我的衣服，用近乎強奸的方式發泄一下積攢多日的欲火。丈夫對我愛的一心一意，雖然經常出差，卻沒有半點沾化惹草的經歷。所以每次當他回來后如饑似渴的向我求歡時，我也會用盡花樣滿足他的需求，回應他對我的忠誠。可像今天這樣畏懼不前的情況還是第一次。

我在心里默默的呼喚了良久，一只顫顫巍巍滿是汗水的大手這才做出了回應，哆里哆嗦的按在我因為翻身完全赤露在毛巾被外的乳房上，緊緊的蓋在乳房上面，卻一動也不敢動。

「你今天是怎么了？怎么話也不說一句？再不理我，我可困了，要繼續睡覺了！」我迷迷糊糊帶著幽怨的說。

丈夫沒有回答我的話。只是默默的躺在我枕邊，繼續用溫柔的目光審視著我乳酪般白皙的乳房，撫摸我乳房的手開始輕輕有些活動了。

「討厭！不理你了！困死了，我真的睡了！」我不耐煩的翻了個身，背朝著老公，又是一陣恍惚。隱約間感到摸著我的乳房的那只手越來越不老實了。是丈夫在用手指溫柔的愛撫著我堅挺的乳頭，弄得我癢癢的很舒服。

我輕輕「嗯。」了一聲。一邊昏沉沉的繼續睡覺，一邊默默的享受著丈夫對我乳頭的愛撫，在我印象里，丈夫從沒如此細致的愛撫過我的乳頭，粗魯的他每次掐著我乳頭時都像要捏滅煙頭似的一樣用力。早已習慣他粗魯動作的我對他突如其來如此細膩的愛撫不禁大為受用，開始放肆的發出舒服的哼哼聲。

可能我的小聲呻吟刺激了丈夫，他停止了撫摸我的乳頭，一把握住我左邊的乳房，開始肆無忌憚的揉搓了起來。

這真是個美妙的春夢啊！連丈夫對我身體的愛撫都像真的一樣！

Wait! wrong!

明明是夢中，為什么我乳房被人揉搓的感覺這么真實呢？好像不是夢！酣睡中我忽然覺得有什么地方不對勁似！不僅我的乳房真的如同被男人把玩，而且松軟的雙人床還在不斷傳來一陣劇烈的顛簸，仿佛大地在顫抖！

是地震了么？

猛然間，我睜開眼，恍惚中發現自己正背朝著兒子被他用左手緊緊的摟抱著，同時兒子的大手正握著我左邊的乳房，在不安分的揉弄著。

我用力甩開兒子的手臂。藉著充滿曖昧色調的壁燈燈光，我突然坐起來，轉身向本該熟睡著的兒子看去。只見他正側躺在我枕邊用充滿陶醉的目光向我注視著。他身上只穿了一條小褲衩，翻卷在兩腿間，褲衩外露著他那根并不很起眼的小雞巴筆直的沖我高高的翹著，打著石膏的傷臂此時還在笨拙的一上一下的用手來回擼著他興致勃勃的雞巴。

面對這讓我做夢也想不到的場面，剛從春夢中驚醒的我一下呆住了。