Growing up under the temptation of my mother (adult novel adapted from anime)

The night scenery and wind in July are poetic, the evening mood is picturesque, and the dotted stars are like bright pearls hanging in the endless sky, illuminating this beautiful city.

The clear river water flows quietly under a row of willow trees. Next to the willow trees is a newly built residential area. Tall and sturdy sycamore trees are scattered in various corners of the residential area. The branches of several sycamore trees extend from the tall trunks to the outside of the residential area. Under the dense branches and leaves are dilapidated houses and low sheds that occupy the land.

Interspersed among the mottled shadows of the trees are tall buildings and small houses, some bright and some dark. The dim street lights scattered in the dark corners make it seem particularly quiet.

In a dark small building, a beautiful middle-aged woman was leaning against the window, looking at the sky outside with blurry eyes. A soft little hand was placed on the lower part of her body, digging back and forth constantly. As her movements became more and more intense, her body also trembled constantly. Her black stockings were scattered on her shoulders, and as her body shook, they fluttered around, spreading out charming waves. Soon, the beautiful woman's beautiful body began to twist lasciviously. With the pleasure brought by masturbation, her body trembled more violently. A pair of breasts, still tender and smooth due to years of careful care, jumped happily like two lively rabbits. Her lips became drier and drier, and from time to time she let out a soft, intermittent moan from her throat, which seemed particularly lewd and scandalous in the quiet night.

The beautiful woman could not remember when she began to become addicted to the pleasure of masturbation, nor could she remember how long she had been leaning against the window and torturing herself every night. She only knew that since her husband passed away, she had been sleeping alone in the huge bed every night, facing the empty house, feeling the psychological loneliness and emptiness, and enduring the physical hunger and itching. That feeling is something that people who have not experienced it personally will never understand.

I have already had sleepless nights countless times.

The beautiful woman in the room was already sweating slightly, and the beads of sweat on her fair and plump skin emitted a hot and bright luster, mixed with the fresh and pleasant scent of perfume that continued to emanate. Even she herself felt that her fiery desire was about to be ignited. The white skin under the milky white silk, which has never been exposed to the sun, has been so delicate and smooth for decades. Under the dim light in the room, it becomes even more charming, with a pair of plump, round and fleshy buttocks, slender and straight legs, and that kind of sexy and coquettish beauty is incomparable to those young girls. It is the charm of a mature woman.

In this quiet and dim room, the beautiful woman's movements became more and more lewd and coquettish. Perhaps she wanted to use the burning desire to numb her lonely and resentful heart! The beautiful woman was stimulated by the endless pleasure that surged in. She opened her eyes slightly, turned her head slightly, and stared at the mirror by the window, panting and suppressing her excitement and desire. In the bright and smooth mirror, a charming and beautiful woman was gasping for breath. On her beautiful face, under her long eyelashes, were a pair of passionate black eyes, which began to become engorged due to the sweet excitement. It was a kind of pleasure that made her whole body almost excited. Moreover, it was the body of a beautiful woman with a mature body, immersed in lewd sex.

The evening breeze blew gently, blowing the curtains. Outside the window, the lights are dotted and the trees are shadowy, looking dense and gloomy. The night is getting darker and darker. A few sparse stars are inlaid in the black swan-like sky, which looks quite desolate against the lights under the night sky. The beautiful woman in the room had no time to care about anything else. Her long, shiny black hair scattered on her shoulders made her face, which was flushed with excitement, even more charming. The pair of firm and plump breasts, bulging out on her chest, would make any man unable to control himself when seeing them. The beautiful woman stared at herself in the mirror in a daze, and then began to masturbate rapidly.

Looking at this dim and empty house again, the beautiful woman Jia Ai couldn't help but think of the days when her husband had just passed away. Her beloved son Xiaowei often came to her and cried with tears streaming down his face. The son was still very young at that time, and perhaps he could not truly understand the pain of a son losing his father or a wife losing her husband. He was just crying simply because there was one less person in the family. But after all, he knew that he had lost his father and he cried for it. But isn’t the pain in my son’s heart a greater pain in my own heart? Every time she saw her son crying pitifully beside her, Jiading felt a pain in her heart. She could not help but hug her son in her arms and bury his head in her pajamas without a bra. She stroked her son's little head gently, but he just kept crying loudly and shaking his head buried in Jia Ai's breast.

Jia Ai was very excited by her son's torture, but no matter how she comforted and persuaded him, he would not listen. In desperation, she had to unbutton the front of his pajamas and then gently put his head on her exposed breasts. Jia Ai recalled that her young son refused to be weaned and was always lingering on the pair of beautiful and plump breasts, which really made her feel shy. The touch of his mother's soft breasts and the nostalgic sweet taste made Xiaowei stop crying soon. Jiaai's pearl-like smooth breasts were touched by her son's lovely hands, and her soft nipples were slowly deformed by her son's small hands. The son opened his little mouth and kept sucking on his swollen breasts and the firm nipple on the breast. The action as if he was trying to suck out milk made Jia Ai's maternal instinct more and more aroused, leaving her breathless.

On the other hand, Jia Ai felt the sweet excitement spread throughout her body. The nipples on the top of her breasts, sucked by her son's tongue, became hard, and the light pink color gradually turned into deep red. Jia Ai closed her eyes and comfortably enjoyed her son's sucking of her breasts. Her whole body quickly burned like a ball of fire, and she unconsciously slowly extended her fingers downwards. The moment the fingers inserted into the tight black lace panties touched the already very sticky and slippery labia, Jia Ai's body began to stir. Unconsciously, she moaned from her throat and her whole body began to tremble. Suddenly, she lost her rationality and kept inserting her fingers into the burning secret cave, stirring the hot mucus... Whenever the lust subsided and she came to herself, Jia Ai would blame herself deeply. She could not forgive herself, nor could she understand herself. She was already in her mid-life and was the mother of a high school boy. Why did she do such unworthy and obscene things over and over again? However, whenever his lust came, this sense of self-blame was quickly washed away by the lust surging from deep within his body. Sweet memories and real pleasures constantly lead Jia Ai to the climax of the climax like a dream, and then slowly fall back to reality, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The pleasure of reality made Jiading's passion burn more and more intensely. He couldn't help but speed up the movements of his hands excitedly. He quickly used all his strength to grab and knead his breasts, causing his whole body to tremble. The black lace panties filled with sweat and love juice exuded a wet and lewd smell, and they slipped down as Jia Ai kept twisting her body. Jia Ai used her fingers to scratch around her belly button, making her already excited body even more agitated. , but he deliberately avoided the key parts and only stroked slowly around the underwear. The thin fabric was covered with hot liquid. Jia Ai was completely dominated by the fierce fire gushing out from deep inside her body, and kept guiding her fingers into the hot interior of her lower body.

She knew that the more impatient she was, the shorter the pleasure would be, so before reaching climax, she had to suppress the pleasure at all costs and continue to torture her body until she could no longer bear it, then the desire would become more intense. The dark red panties were already soaked and stuck to the skin. The garden below had an obscene crack and sensitive protrusions that received the gentle stimulation from the panties, giving her the sweetest pleasure.

The increasingly intense pleasure kept hitting her mind, stimulating her brain into a trance. The strong desire for deeper pleasure made her quickly insert her fingers into the panties that were completely in contact with her skin. When she passed through the curly pubic hair, she found that the labia that was soaked with sweat and love juice had a very soft touch. Her body was trembling with the pleasant premonition, and she dug and scratched rapidly and violently. After a moment, the lust in her heart instantly reached its peak, and a stream of obscene liquid spurted out of her labia, which made Jia Ding's orgasm surge. Her mind was in a mess, and her body leaned weakly against the wall by the window. Her excited mood could not calm down for a long time... "Dong, dong, dong", a loud and short knock on the door sounded at an inopportune time.

The son's slightly irritated voice came from outside the door: "Mom, what are you doing? Can you hurry up? We're going to be late. If you don't come out, I'll go in." "Oh, I see. I'll be out soon." Hearing her son's voice, Jia Ai woke up suddenly and responded hurriedly in panic.

Tonight she has booked a dinner at a luxury hotel in the city center to celebrate her beloved son's admission to a key university. Jia Ai looks at herself in the mirror again. Her cheeks are flushed like a tide, her eyes are sexy and moist, and her whole body is filled with lust, which still makes her feel very ashamed.

Although the brief but intense desire just now almost exhausted her energy, making her whole body sore and weak, Jia Ai knew that she could not wait any longer, otherwise her son might really rush in without caring about anything in desperation. If her son, who had just become an adult, saw her in such a dirty and lewd state, she would probably have no choice but to jump off the building. Jia Ai barely suppressed the remaining desire in her heart, and prepared to open the closet to change clothes in a panic. But at this moment, Jia Ai found that her underwear was made dirty and messy by the vaginal fluid that had just gushed out, and she could no longer wear it. She sighed in her heart and didn't care about so much now. Jia Ai hurriedly opened the closet without changing her underwear, and put on the dress that she had prepared a month ago. The silky and thin silk dress fully showed the beautiful curves of Jia Ai's breasts and buttocks on her plump body. Even she herself couldn't help but admire that this body was so sexy and moving.

The lights are dim and the lanterns are coming on. In the private room on the top floor of a luxury hotel in the city center, Jia Ai and Xiao Wei sat opposite each other. The hotel is brightly lit and dazzling; outside the hotel there is a hustle and bustle of traffic; the city under the night sky seems extremely lively and bustling everywhere. Staring at Xiaowei sitting in front of her, Jiaai felt delighted. Her son was dressed in a black suit tonight, which was a change from his usual student image. He looked tall, straight, mature and steady.

Jia Ai picked up the crystal glass wine glass in front of her, held it in front of her son, and said sweetly: "My dear son, Mom knows you have suffered a lot of grievances during these years, and you have worked so hard. Fortunately, now all the hardship has paid off. Come, son, Mom congratulates you." Xiao Wei also picked up the wine glass, and clinked it with his mother's glass with a "clang". He said gratefully: "Thank you, Mom. You have been the one who has worked the hardest these years. It should be your son who should thank you." Hearing her son's emotional words, Jia Ai knew what she was referring to. Thinking of the emptiness and loneliness of being a widow over the years, the hardships and fatigue of life, and the worries and troubles for her son's growth, she felt sad. At this time, she heard that the son she had raised with great difficulty was so sensible, she was so moved that tears immediately filled her eyes and were about to fall. However, Jia Ai immediately thought that today was a happy day for her and her son, and Jia Ai didn't want to ruin the current atmosphere because of those sad past events at this time. She quickly held back her tears, gave her son a knowing smile, brought the wine glass in her hand to her mouth and drank it all in one gulp. The clear liquid slowly flowed to the depths of her throat, and the sweet aroma of alcohol comfortably spread through her body. All the hardships of the past turned into endless happiness at this moment. "You've really grown up and become a big boy." After drinking a glass of wine, Jia Ai said with both affection and emotion. When Xiaowei heard his mother's inner feelings, his heart was also full of thoughts. He recalled how he was bullied and abused countless times by his classmates and neighbors when he was a child. He was full of humiliation and unwillingness, but endured it silently, hoping that he could grow up as soon as possible so that he could spread his wings and fly high. Now, this day has finally arrived, and thinking about the university life that will be coming soon, which will be the first step in his spreading wings, it is like a dream that fills his eyes with brilliance, revealing infinite desire and yearning.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am your mother. How dare you, a bastard son, make fun of an old woman like your mom." Jia Ai deliberately frowned and lectured him, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

Happiness and drunkenness made Jia Ai extremely excited. Most of her body leaned limply on Xiao Wei's arm, and her soft, red flesh stimulated by alcohol pressed tightly against her son's skin. Xiaowei had actually drunk quite a bit of wine just now, and now his head was buzzing. As he walked on the road he felt dizzy and the world was spinning.

Being stuck to my mother's soft and hot flesh was like touching a ball of smooth and tender dough. It was indescribably comfortable. My heart fire became even stronger, and my whole body became hot and dry. I gently wrapped my arms around my mother's body, rubbing and twisting them constantly. The two of them snuggled together like a young couple. In their intoxicated entanglement, Xiaowei's strong arms touched Jiaai's chest several times, and sometimes even pressed her breasts lightly. Although it was just a friction like a dragonfly skimming the water, it also stirred ripples in the hearts of both of them. Jia Ai felt like she was about to melt in this enchanting summer night.

A few breezes blew slowly, caressing his warm face. The cool breeze made Jia Ding feel refreshed and his head cleared up a lot. He regained his consciousness a little, but was immediately shocked to find that his body was almost completely stuck to his son's body, and his pair of tall and tender breasts were tightly pressed against his son's strong and sturdy arms. The plump breasts were even squeezed out of shape. He felt extremely shy and quickly used all his remaining strength to lean to the side, a little away from his son. It seems that I have really drunk too much, so I should go home and rest. Jia Ai thought so, but in the next moment she thought of her dark and cold bedroom and the lonely big bed in the bedroom, and her mood immediately cooled. He turned around to look at his beloved son who was almost entangled with him, and finally rejected his previous decision. The summer night is long and the moon is inviting. It is a rare opportunity to have such a leisurely day to be alone with my beloved son. It is such a happy moment, so why not stay a little longer. Thinking of this, she gently took Xiaowei's arm and whispered in his ear: "Mom seems a little drunk. Is it okay for me to hold your arm for a while?" "This, this is not a good idea." Xiaowei's face flushed, and he said a little at a loss.

"Good son! Didn't you just say that your mother is beautiful? On this beautiful night, it is very romantic for your beautiful mother to take a leisurely walk with you arm in arm. Don't you think it is a very romantic thing?" "Oh, so, okay then, son will accompany your mother for a walk. Where shall we go for a walk? On this road?" Xiaowei was obviously moved by Jiaai's words. He squinted his hazy and psychedelic eyes and said with a little longing.

"Let's go to the riverside. The scenery there is nice and it's fresher." As the night deepened, there were obviously fewer pedestrians on the road. At this moment, the summer night finally welcomed its tranquility and peace. The whole city seemed to have fallen asleep under the caress of the goddess of night. Everything was so peaceful and tranquil. Only the trickling water in the river flowed slowly forward, just as it had for hundreds of years, carrying the city's countless loves, hates, and vengeances. The bright moonlight shines gently on the water, the ripples reflect the moon, and the quiet shadow sinks into the wall, which is as poetic as a painting. Not far away, there is an arched bridge built across the river. The colorful lights on the bridge keep changing colors, like a gorgeous rainbow. Thousands of lights hang in the river, swaying slightly with the river and flowing endlessly. The gentle summer breeze drifted over from the surface of the river, carrying with it the faint fragrance of the willow trees on the river bank. It blew around sporadically, sliding across the exposed skin of pedestrians on the road, giving people a cool and moist feeling.

Jia Ai seemed extremely intoxicated. While thinking about the past, she leaned against Xiaowei and walked slowly along the bluestone path by the river. The past is like smoke, and the years leave no trace. Jia Ai only feels that the past few decades are like shooting stars in the sky, flashing past her eyes in an instant, disappearing without a trace, and can never be found again. I once had a time when I was young and ignorant, just like countless other girls, happy, carefree, innocent and beautiful; I once had a poetic youth, graceful, charming, and at the beginning of a spring dream, with deep sisterly love; I once had the shyness and nervousness of first love, and also the sadness and anger when breaking up; I once had the joy of getting together with my classmates and sisters, and also the sadness and attachment when the sisters separated; I once had the sweetness of entering into marriage, and also the pain of saying goodbye to my husband; I once had the happiness of giving birth to a child, and also the hardship of raising a child alone; now, decades of time are like the river beside the bluestone road, flowing slowly and never looking back. Her first love has drifted away, her former lover is nowhere to be found; the fun things she once did in the boudoir have vanished, her former classmates have scattered and gone their separate ways; and the church that she and her husband once walked hand in hand has been visited by many people for decades, and people have long forgotten that they and their deceased husband were once a newlywed couple. Thinking back on so many old people and events now, they seem so vague and ethereal, without a trace. I can only find those scattered and vague figures in my memory. The only thing that has stayed by her side and is real and tangible is the young man she is holding in her arms, who is growing stronger day by day. This young man is the son that I have raised and nurtured over many years of hardship and spent all my youth. Now, he can finally be snuggled up to me. But the son whom I had raised with great difficulty has now grown up. In a few months, he will fly away from me. When he has achieved success and returns to his nest, I wonder where he will settle down? How long can I continue to lean on these broad and strong shoulders?

When a child grows up, he is no longer under the control of his mother. Just like a bird will always fly high on its own when it grows up. This is an eternal truth. I am his most beloved relative and also his mother. How can I restrain my son's wings for my own selfish desires? If you want to fly, just fly as much as you can. As long as you are happy and satisfied, no matter where you want to go, mother will add feathers and feathers to you and send you flying high. Jiading made the decision silently. Thinking of this, Jia Ai squinted her eyes and looked at her son who was clinging to her body. She felt that all the hardships and pains of so many years seemed to have disappeared with the wind, leaving only happiness. She really hoped that time would stop at this moment and never move forward.

Just as Jia'ai was reveling in this peaceful and harmonious summer night, Xiaowei suddenly staggered and leaned his whole body on Jia'ai like a patient. Jia'ai was startled and felt extremely surprised and worried at the same time, but she had to support his body to prevent him from falling. Jia'ai knew that her son was no longer a child. If he fell on the road now, she would not have the strength to drag him up.

"What's wrong with you? Xiaowei, what happened? Are you not feeling well? Is it okay?" Jia Ai felt a surge of shame in her heart. She cursed herself in her heart for being so careless as a mother. After getting drunk, she only cared about enjoying herself and didn't realize that her son had become confused and crooked from the beginning and was already quite drunk! Suddenly I remembered that Xiaowei seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol in the hotel just now. Jia Ai helped Xiao Wei hurriedly move to the side of the road, and slowly moved her son's body against a street lamp pole. She put her left hand on his arm to support his body, and waved wildly at the cars speeding on the road with her right hand. At the same time, her body jumped around following the movements of her hands, hoping to attract the driver's attention and call a taxi. But it's late now, there are much fewer cars, and the few cars that occasionally pass by are all occupied. Drivers are either stuck in traffic jams or red lights during the day, and the time they spend parked on the road is less than the time they spend running. It's so frustrating! It's now the middle of the night and there's no one around. It's a rare opportunity to drive smoothly and leisurely. I'm so focused on moving forward that I don't care about the people walking on the roadside. Seeing Jia Ai, who was standing on the side of the road and waving to them anxiously like an ant on a hot pan, the two cars flew past as if they had seen air, leaving behind only the whirring sound of the wind stirred up by the fast speed of the car.

Jia Ai waved more and more urgently, but the drivers treated her as if she were air and didn't even bother to even bother to nod their heads or blink. They just focused on driving forward. Time passed quickly with the speeding cars on the road. Jia Ai could no longer figure out how long she and her son had been waiting here. Seeing her son's complexion getting worse and worse, and his skin slowly turning from dark red to pale, she was really anxious and a little worried. My son has never drunk alcohol since he was a child. Today he drank so much at once because he was happy. Jia Ai doesn’t know if there will be any serious consequences.

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Now that I am in a critical situation, I just remembered the benefits of having a car of my own. If I drove myself, I wouldn't be so blocked and annoyed now. I made up my mind again to learn how to drive after tonight, and to buy a car after I learned it well. But that is a matter for the future. Far water cannot quench immediate thirst, let alone water that has not yet been found. What should I do now? Jia Ai had a headache again. Suddenly, her eyes rolled and a solution flashed into her mind. That’s right, money! The ancients said that money makes the world go round. In modern times, if you have money, would you still be afraid of not being able to get a taxi? Thinking of this, he hurriedly reached into his pocket and fumbled around for a while, and soon pulled out a handful of red bills. These were the leftovers from when he checked out at the hotel just now. At that time, he was dizzy and forgot to put them back into his bag, so he just put them in his pocket. He didn't expect that this would be convenient for him now.

Jia Ai was waving a handful of banknotes in her hands on the side of the road, her body swaying from side to side. Together with Xiao Wei who had collapsed under the street light, it was like a pair of lunatics running out to act crazy in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the ancients were honest. Jia Ai didn't know whether money could make the devil work, but tonight she finally knew that money really could make people work. Out of desire for the red money, the drivers on the road could no longer ignore the existence of Jia Ai and her son. They slowed down their speed, staring at the drunk woman on the roadside and the red money in her hand with their big eyes in doubt. It was obvious that they were struggling in their hearts, not knowing whether they should stop to take a look. Then they slowly left in hesitation without stopping. In the end, fear overwhelmed desire. They didn't believe that pie would really fall from the sky and hit them on the head. Even if it really did, it would most likely be a trap, a beautiful but dangerous trap. The vast majority of people chose to give up after hesitating and struggling. They would rather not take advantage of this than take such a big risk.

Fortunately, Jia Ai didn't have to wait long. After three taxis passed by, a brave driver finally stopped his car next to Jia Ai. Jia Ai didn't even have time to talk to him. She stuffed all the money in her hand into the driver's hand and asked him to help her carry Xiao Wei, who was already limp on the ground, into the car. Then Jia Ai told the driver that she had only one request, and that was to be quick!

The taxi was speeding on the wide road. Jia Ai sat in the car, looking at her son's slightly pale face who was sleeping on the back seat. She felt distressed and felt that the car seemed to be crawling. She kept urging the driver in front. She suddenly felt that the journey home was so long, as if it was far away in the horizon.

When they finally arrived at the door of their home, Xiaowei had already fallen unconscious, his whole body leaning limply on Jiaai. Jiaai used all her strength to support her son, and dragged him into her bedroom. Before he could even catch his breath, Xiaowei fell on Jiaai's bed, rolled over twice, and never moved again. Jia Ai took off Xiaowei's suit, loosened his tie and shirt, and finally loosened his belt and took his pants off his feet. At this time, Xiaowei, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and underwear, suddenly groaned in pain: "Mom, I'm so thirsty, give me some water, quickly, I want to drink water." Jia Ai was startled by the sudden words. She didn't expect her son to wake up now. She looked at her son's face which had regained a lot of its redness. Although she was surprised, she was also relieved. It seemed that her son was not in big trouble. Thinking of this, he hurried to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, brought it into the room, and put it to his son's mouth to feed him. Xiaowei propped himself up and tried to raise his head, but he fell down halfway and lay on the bed coughing. Jia Ai looked at her son lying on the bed with a hot face, dry lips, and a large area of ​​red on his face as if he had a fever. He wanted to prop himself up to drink water but couldn't. She felt pity and self-blame in her heart. She hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't bear to see her son suffer. She excitedly put the water in her mouth, then aimed it at her son's mouth, slowly turned her face down, and tremblingly put her lips containing warm water to her son's mouth.

"Hmm, hmm." As soon as their lips touched, they immediately became stiff. Xiaowei was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. He felt that the pair of lips against his were as soft as jade and extremely moist.

Xiaowei's eyes were closed as if he was intoxicated, and an intermittent "eh, eh" sound came from his throat, as if he was thirsty for nectar and kept sucking the water flowing from his mother's mouth. Jia Ai regretted her impulsiveness at this moment, but the hot air with a slight smell of alcohol blowing out from her son's throat and nostrils kept eroding her, causing a surge of heat in her heart. She simply pretended not to know and let her son kiss her happily. After a long time, their lips reluctantly separated, and saliva drew a line between their lips.

They both raised their heads slightly, and their eyes happened to meet. Jia Ding felt flustered and a little shy, and didn't know what to do, so he looked down. The room was silent for a while, and the awkward atmosphere gradually spread around. Faced with the immoral behavior just now, neither of them knew how to respond for a while.

The silence always has to be broken. After a while, Jia Ai seemed to be touched by something. She slowly raised her head and looked up at her son. She asked shyly and playfully, "How did you feel just now? Are mom's lips sweet?" Xiao Wei nodded deeply, raised his face and said longingly, "Mom, it felt so comfortable just now. Do it again, please, do it again." Hearing her son's eager request, Jia Ai became confused. The kiss between mother and son was obviously a betrayal of morality. However, looking at his son's eager expression and his flushed and determined face, perhaps due to the alcohol, his rationality was finally numbed and he succumbed to his son's unreasonable demands. He said tremblingly:

"Mom can promise you, but only this time." If my son was in danger and needed first aid, would I still have so many concerns at that time?

Just think of it as artificial respiration. If you don't think about it too much, you won't be so bound. Jia Ai comforted herself and forced herself to suppress her uneasy mood. She picked up the cup, opened her lips slightly and took another sip of warm water. Xiaowei couldn't wait to open his mouth automatically, waiting for his mother. Jia Ai closed her eyes shyly, stretched out her lips in front of Xiaowei, and kissed her son's lips again.

"Hmm, Hmm." Feeling her son's hot and dry lips pressed tightly against her own hot lips, Jia Ai felt a fever all over her body. She felt extremely hot all over, and even felt that the snow-white skin tightly wrapped in clothes was slowly oozing out sweat. Her heart was excited, and she cooperated with Xiao Wei even more, pressing their lips completely together and kissing passionately. After a passionate kiss, Jiaai finally poured the warm water in her mouth together with her saliva into Xiaowei's mouth. Xiaowei drank the warm water mixed with saliva very deliciously and felt that the warm water flowing from his mother's mouth was extremely sweet. At this time, Jia Ai was already filled with sexual desire. She tilted her head back with a slightly messy hair, straightened her charming body, and put her two white arms together to hug her son tightly to her hot and towering chest. The handsome and strong boy in front of her is her son, her real son. Jia Ai, who is a little dazed by the alcohol and lust, is now a little unconscious. When Xiaowei's head was held tightly against Jia'ai's plump chest, he felt the friction between their skins was soft and tender, just like resting on a sponge, extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but press his face tightly against Jia'ai excitedly. Xiaowei, who was about to enter university, still snuggled up to his mother like a baby, twisting and kneading himself constantly. Jia Ai couldn't help but recall the memory of when her son was little and her husband and wife asked him to sleep in a separate bed in order to train him to be independent. Her son cried and made a fuss about wanting to sleep with her and suck her breast. At that time, my son was so obsessed with me, as if I was his heaven. He even didn't eat for two days because of this. And now, the little boy who was obsessed with her is back and gives her even greater passion.

Jia Ai couldn't help but get excited when she thought of this. Her breathing began to rapid, causing her beautiful body to tremble constantly. Perhaps feeling Jia Ai's mood at the moment, Xiao Wei, who had kept his head pressed tightly against Jia Ai's chest, slowly raised his head, looked at Jia Ai's face warmly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his throat, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Mom, mom, my dear mother, let me sleep with you tonight?" Sleeping in the same bed with her adult son at night is equivalent to sleeping on the same pillow, which is almost incestuous. Although Jia Ai was a little drunk and obsessed, the huge pressure of social ethics still pushed her to instinctively reject this unreasonable request without thinking. But when the words came to her lips and she was about to refuse, she saw her son's pitiful expression full of longing, and Jia Ai couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at her son's pleading eyes, Jia Ai's memories flowed like a river. She recalled when her son was young, he once saw a neighbor's child playing with an electric car. He thought it was new and fun, so he begged the boy to lend him the car to play with for a while. But the boy had just got it, so it was new to him and he was unwilling to agree. So after begging for a long time, the boy didn't get to play with the car, but got annoyed by the boy's pestering. She said to him, "This was bought for me by my dad. Why should I give it to you? If you want to play with it, why don't you go buy it for your dead dad?" The boy knew that his son had no father. He might have said this just to drive his annoying son away, but it deeply hurt his son's heart. The son ran back crying and begged her to buy him a bigger one. Although he didn't say the reason, Jia Ai knew that he did it to irritate the little boy. Only Jia Ai knew his son's real purpose, which was to protect his own hurt self-esteem, the small self-esteem of a young child. But even though she knew the whole story, and even though her son threw a tantrum, cried and begged in front of her for a week, Jia Ai still did not agree to his request. She did not buy either the big one or the small one. The reason is very simple. At that time, it was difficult for me to support my family, so how could I have any spare money to waste on him? After crying for a few days, the son finally gave up. He knew his mother would never agree, so he never mentioned the matter again. However, when the son begged Jia Ai for the last time that day, and when Jia Ai rejected him for the last time, the pleading, sadness, grievance and despair in his eyes pierced Jia Ai's heart like a bone spur, and it still often appears in Jia Ai's mind until now. The direct result of that incident was that my son never talked to that little neighbor again. From then on, he rarely interacted with others and became taciturn. Fortunately, as time goes by and he grows older, my son has become much more cheerful.

In fact, Jia Ai also knew that the grievances her son had suffered during his growing up years were far more than just that incident. Because he had no father since childhood and his family was poor, her son always wore old clothes, ate salty meals, and used rags that others looked down upon. For this reason, he was often looked down upon by his classmates at school and bullied by others outside. However, he always endured it silently, always keeping all the grievances in his heart, and almost never revealed his feelings to others. Only in front of her would he occasionally reveal his inner feelings, and only with her could he get a little support and comfort.

Now, looking at his son's pleading eyes again, Jia Ding felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Slowly leaning down and looking at her beloved son lovingly, Jia Ai stretched out a hand and gently stroked her son's black hair. After a long while, as if she had made up her mind, she sighed softly in her son's ear and whispered lovingly, "My good son, Mommy promises you, but you must remember, there is only this one night, the only one." As she said this, Jia Ai gently removed Xiao Wei's arm that was wrapped around her waist, and then slowly stood up. If you sleep in your dress like this, it will be wrinkled when you wake up tomorrow morning.

Under the gaze of her son's wide-open eyes, Jia Ai shyly put her hands around her back, picked up the zipper of her dress, and with a slight "swish" sound, she pulled the dress open from the back, and then slowly took it off. The skirt slid down to her feet, revealing Jia Ai's large area of ​​snow-white skin and seductive underwear. You can hear the sound of Xiaowei swallowing saliva when he sees Jiaai wearing only a dark red bra, and his eyes that refuse to leave her at that moment, as if he is licking every corner of her body. Looking at her son's suppressed impulse like a wolf meeting its prey, Jiaai begins to feel confused and afraid again, and her heart begins to tremble. It is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing for a mother to expose her snow-white and delicate body and let her son who is about to become a college student sleep next to her. If one step is taken wrong, it will cause serious sin. Wasn't it too rash of me to be soft-hearted and do something so reckless? No, I just care too much, so I am suspicious and uneasy. Xiaowei should not do such an obscene thing.

Jia Ai forced herself to dismiss the thoughts that might lead to a terrible mistake, then smiled at Xiao Wei, pretending nothing had happened. She lifted her legs one by one, and completely pulled the dress that had slipped to her feet off her thighs, then threw it aside. The pair of lace panties that could only cover half of her round and firm buttocks were exposed in the silent air. Jia Ai did not hide the swollen part of her inner leg that her son was staring at. She just avoided the water that overflowed on the bed sheets and took a towel to lie down next to Xiao Wei.

"Oh, Mom, my beautiful mom, your son loves you so much." Xiaowei muttered in a daze.

Jia Ai hurriedly touched Xiao Wei's head with her hand, and asked with a little trembling: "Do you feel better? Is everything okay?" Then she stroked Xiao Wei's short hair with her hand. Xiao Wei shook his head slightly. Jia Ai, who felt a little relieved, was almost frightened to jump up by Xiao Wei's hands that had reached into her chest and started playing with her breasts. Xiaowei no longer cared about Jiaai's panic-stricken feelings. His body had already been stimulated by his mother's soft and tender flesh and was extremely hot. He only wanted to ravage that plump and smooth body harder, so he pressed closer to her. Looking at Jia Ai who was frightened by her bold action, she gasped and begged quickly: "My beautiful mother, please, let me touch your breasts, let me touch your tender breasts again." Jia Ai was now terrified. She didn't expect her son's desire to be so strong that it was about to burn herself out. But now she had no time to think about it. She had already felt the hot body and burning desire of the man in front of her. She hurriedly tilted her body upwards, supported the bed with her hands, and planned to move backwards to take the opportunity to leave her son. At the same time, she shouted to her son: "You can't do this, Xiaowei, you can't do this to your mother, let go, ah!" But her body was already pressed down by Xiaowei, so she didn't have the strength to move even a little. Xiaowei's hands touched the breasts, and then he tightly grasped the entire breast, including the lace bra outside. "Ah, ah, this is the breast, it's my mother's breast." Xiaowei muttered to himself while rubbing the breast vigorously with his hands. Such wild actions frightened Jia Ai, but her son's fascination with her body made her vaguely excited. Perhaps her son just wanted to get a sense of security by touching her breasts, Jia Ai comforted herself again. At the same time, the tingling sensation rising from her breasts actually stimulated her nerves, gradually turning into waves of pleasure that began to impact Jia Ai's entire body. Although Jia Ai was almost dying from the impact of lust and felt comfortable all over, her reason told her that they were mother and son and she must not succumb to the temptation of the body. So she grabbed Xiao Wei's hand, and while stopping him from kneading her full breasts, she panted and said to the boy, "Stop for a moment, Xiao Wei, stop for a moment, Mom has something to tell you." But the boy at this moment was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He could no longer control his thoughts. He kept rubbing her breasts with his hands and whispered in her ears, "Mom, I love your breasts so much. I promise, I will only touch your breasts and never touch other places." These words reminded Jia Ai again that she was being caressed by her own son. If one takes a wrong step, it will lead to terrible incest. This vigilance made Jia Ai tremble all over with guilt. But this fear made her female organs even more excited. It was obvious that the nipples under the bra were already protruding forward very shyly. If they were touched by the lips... Jia Ai had just thought of this, but she didn't expect that the hateful son seemed to see through her fear and suddenly reached his hand into her bra. The sensitive and beautiful breast flesh was surrounded by his son's hand, and the curved mound of flesh was directly kneaded. The sweet pain immediately dominated Jia Ai's senses. The only bit of rationality she had left told Jia Ai that she was about to be raped by her own son, and that incest by her own son was even more serious than being raped, so she had to stop him immediately. "Stop it, son, we can't do this, please, son, I'm your real mother!" The weak plea could not convince Xiaowei who was dominated by lust. The high-end bra was finally stripped off Jiaai's body which was like anesthesia and unable to move. At the top of the beautiful pearl-like nipple, the adorable pink little nipple appears before your eyes. Xiaowei swallowed his saliva, then used his hot lips to bite Jiaai's nipple, which was exposed and trembling with shyness, and began to bite it wildly. The paralyzing pleasure vibrated her skin, and Jia Ai couldn't help but let out a scream-like moan. In this way, perhaps it was instinctively understood that Jiaai's sexual desire would be awakened. Xiao Wei made a humming sound and began to suck on the nipples that were most sensitive. The adorable little nipples were played with by his son's lips and tongue, and suddenly swelled several times larger than usual in the hot saliva.

"Okay, okay, Xiaowei, stop blaming yourself. Mom doesn't blame you for this. It's okay, just go to sleep peacefully!" While comforting her son, Jia Ai reached out to her son's lower body and secretly took off the underwear that was wet with semen from Xiaowei's feet. Xiaowei seemed to be aware of Jiaai's actions. With his lower body naked, he lay motionless like a baby being changed into a diaper. His dark brown glans gradually lost its power and was filled with white semen. Xiaowei's lower body grew pubic hair without him noticing. Jia Ai used the towel placed beside the bed to wipe the still half-erect huge penis. The smell of men's semen makes the mature woman's blood boil. Jia Ai managed to suppress the dizziness brought by the smell, and said softly to Xiao Wei in a gentle tone: "I'll change your clothes for you, you should have a good rest!" Jia Ai secretly left the bed, and when she returned to the bed with new underwear and pajamas in her hands, Xiao Wei had already been lying on the bed on his side, with his hands open, legs apart, his body twisted into a screw shape, and he fell asleep, with bursts of breathing sounds coming from his nostrils. Jia Ai looked at her son's strange posture and felt amused. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It seems that he is really exhausted today. Although he just did some random things, it is the first time for this boy who is growing up every day. Yes, which man has not experienced this growth process? What man doesn't grow up with such experiences? Jia Ai stared blankly at her son who was sleeping on the bed, her mind full of thoughts. Her son had finally grown up, really grown up. His strong body, huge penis and endless lust all proved it all. Today, she was lucky enough to have escaped this disaster. But the problem is, when the loneliness and emptiness deep in my heart was ignited like dry firewood by my son tonight, can I escape the next time? Or in other words, do you still have the heart to escape again? And next time, will my son, who already has experience, be able to surrender and let me go as easily as he did today? Jia Ai didn’t know, and she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. Tomorrow became so strange and confusing to her. The night deepens, and the moonlight is like water, shining softly on the curtains fluttering in the wind, casting a few faint shadows.

Jia Ai sat on the edge of the bed and let out a bitter laugh. Fate really plays tricks on people. I have worked hard for half my life and waited so long that I finally saw my son grow up. I always thought that I could finally let go of some of the burdens of life like everyone else and enjoy the joys of life. However, I did not expect that I would be entangled in this illicit relationship in an instant. It is really a mess that I cannot cut off and sort out. I can't help but think of a sentence: "Life is like a big net with no end in sight. It always traps you without you realizing it. The more you struggle to escape, the tighter the net will bind you, until you are no longer able to struggle and fall into it willingly..."