“Yang Yang, what time is it and you’re still not getting up! Hurry up! If you don’t get up, you’ll be late!” I put the freshly bought soybean milk doughnuts on the dining table and knocked on the door of my son’s room, urging him to get up quickly. This kid is really something! He’s almost 18 years old, and he still needs me to rush him out of bed every day, so he really doesn’t let me worry about him.
“Got it! What time is it!” My son asked impatiently from his room.
“It’s almost half past six! It’ll be really late if I don’t get you to school!”
I set out the breakfast and went back to my own bedroom to nudge my husband, who was also still huffing and puffing, awake.
“Old Yang! You also hurry to get up! Aren’t you going to Nanjing on this morning’s train? Hurry up and get up!”
“Hmmm …… hmmm ……” my husband grunted twice as he opened his dazed eyes and suddenly took my hand and yanked me down beside him and began to straddle me and kiss me furiously.
“Stop it! Let the kid see it again! Darn it!” After kissing him back a few times while struggling to pamper myself in his arms, I broke away from his big hand that was about to lift my skirt, stood up and got out of the bed while arranging the long suit skirt that he had wrinkled and complained, “You’re so annoying! Didn’t you do enough last night? It’s early in the morning, my son is up, what will happen if he sees it! Hurry up and get up to eat!”
Husband smiled and said nothing, began to get dressed and get up to wash, and so he washed up to see his son’s room door is still open a little impatient, knocked hard on the door of his son’s room: “Yang Yang! You still get up or not? How many times has your mom called you? If you don’t get up again, don’t go to school! Hear me! Get up now!”
“Got it! Really annoying, a little more sleep can not!” Son muttered in a low voice began to dress and opened the door out, my husband and I looked at the son’s sad face more or less a little heartbroken. Next year will be examined by the university, the enormous pressure of study so that the child simply do not have any extra time to go out to play, and even sleep time is often not guaranteed, see the child every day spirit is not good, we are worried about his body for fear that he can not eat. But there is no way, the school or to go to school, the university also have to take the test, we do parents can only try to meet the child’s material needs, in order to seek a little psychological comfort.
After washing up, the family gathered at the table for breakfast.
“This week’s allowance!” I pulled out 100 bucks and handed it to my son.
The son took the money while drinking soy milk and asked his husband, “Dad! How many days are you going on this business trip?”
“Three or four days if it’s fast, a week if it’s slow. Listen to your mom at home and don’t talk back, okay?” The husband sternly admonished his son.
“That’s what you’ve been saying every time you’ve traveled since I was a kid, like I’m so disobedient! It’s okay! Don’t worry about it!” My son wiped the oil on his hands with a paper while topping off his mouth.
“You’re obedient? If you were obedient would your father need to instruct you every time?” I saw that both father and son had finished eating and started clearing the table. Every day’s chores are my job alone, their father and son have long been used to no one to help, the son went to get his school bag, the husband turned on the TV and began to watch the morning news, and when I finished everything it was time to go to work.
My name is Wang Yan, I am 40 years old and a bank clerk. My morning was no different from the past. More than ten years of married life are so spent, at home I am the kind of typical wife and mother, in the bank I am the most honest staff, character is a little weak, no opinion.
My husband, Lao Yang, is a hot-tempered, take up and put down person, with him in my heart I always feel very secure. He is a salesman in a construction company, often traveling not around, at first I was a bit uncomfortable, but after so many years, I got used to it.
Son Yang Yang in high school, when I was a child character and I am very similar, more or less a little cowardly, for which my husband has not been less angry with him, that he lacks manhood, every time my husband glared at him, are scared he did not dare to speak. But with the years of age, and in the rebellious adolescence, sometimes Hou also dare and his father back a few words. But more often than not, he is still a good boy, just a little naughty.
“Mom! You hurry up! The car is coming!” My son ran towards the station, I couldn’t catch up with him in my high heels and tight suit, I could only follow him with a hard and fast pace. Luckily, there were so many people waiting for the bus that I was able to catch up with my son even though I was walking slowly before the doors closed, and we boarded the No. 27 bus one after the other.
Bus 27 is the bus that runs through the north and south of my small city, the bank where I work and the school where my son goes to school are all along the route of this bus, so every morning there is no accidental thing we mother and son have to go out and take the bus together, through thick and thin for more than ten years, from the time when my child was in elementary school he was obediently being led to school by me holding his hand to now, my son has gone to high school, and his size exceeds mine by a head and more, and he is reluctant to go out with me on the bus every day, the change during this period is really fast. He is now a senior in high school and is more than a head taller than me, and he is reluctant to go out with me in the car every day, so the changes during this period have been really fast. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the crowded carriages of the No. 27 bus and the terrible road conditions along the way.
Already is the end of spring and early summer, the city side of the roadside green belt planted a variety of flowers and grasses is in full bloom, along with the warm wind in the early morning, from the open window of the car wafted a burst of flowers and grasses more or less to relieve some of the crowded because of the carriages, brought me a burst of agitation. The compartment was like a can of human flesh, crowded with people. I am very lucky to have a window seat, more or less can blow some cool air is not too hot. My son was not so lucky, he was crowded into the front of the crowd was sandwiched in the middle of two civilian workers, looks like a very difficult struggle.
“Yang Yang, come here! Mom here is spacious, stand over here!” Hearing my greeting, my son shook his shoulders violently and struggled out from between the two folk, parting the crowded crowd and rushing towards me while apologizing uncontrollably to the disgruntled people around him.
“Ouch! It’s so crowded! Why are there so many people today? I’m all sweaty!” Easily coming to me, I moved backward laboriously so that my son could stand against the window in the spot I had vacated for him, and my son straightened his slung school bag, grumbling as he stuck his head out the window, trying to catch a breeze.
“The kid in the back! Pull your head back! Don’t you want to die?” The bus driver yelled! The frightened son hurriedly shrunk his head back from the bus.
I found a paper towel to help my son wipe the sweat from his head while complaining, “You’re silly! The driver is driving! If you stick your head out, you’ll lose your head if you’re on the wrong side of the road! This kid is so naughty! Let’s see if I tell your father at home!”
“Mom! You’re so nosy!” My son impatiently pushed my hand away from wiping his sweat and turned his face away from me out the window. I stood behind him and shook my head helplessly, putting the paper towel back away. Because my son’s tall body was in front of me, the wind outside the window couldn’t reach me anymore, making me feel a little stuffy again.
Two stops away, the road started to get bad, it was a section of road that was under repair. It had been under construction for some days and had not yet been repaired, the road was pitted with potholes, and the bus drove over it with a violent lurch.
I was bumped against my son, coupled with the crowded bus, I could not help but press my breasts tightly against my son’s back, this sudden situation makes me incredibly embarrassed, but want to get out of it is impossible, because I was bumped forward to vacate the gap behind immediately occupied by people! I could only let my 85C breasts sway from side to side and rise and fall with the bumps of the bus as I pressed them against my son’s back without any regularity.
Because the weather was getting a bit hot, the bank uniformly required the female staff to wear long uniform skirts and silk white shirts, and my son even changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt early, and the clothing gap between us was quite small, so I could almost feel my son’s body heat from my breasts.
Embarrassed, I tried to struggle into a different position, but the people behind me were squeezing me so tightly that there was no way I could move out of the way. Instead, the useless struggle caused my breasts to rub harder against my son’s back. Although the bra has a sponge lining, I can still feel a hint of the friction that makes me as a woman very embarrassed, my nipples are a little hard …… and this physical reaction is actually caused by my son, thinking about this my face can not help but slightly redden.
“I’m his mom! What’s wrong with sticking it to him like that? Besides, the kid is still young, what else could he be thinking?” I secretly consoled myself, while trying to observe my son, who was looking out of the car, seemingly oblivious to my awkward situation. I couldn’t help but let out a long breath, secretly complaining that I was thinking too much.
But it’s no good standing around like this! How can I, as a mother, keep rubbing my breasts against my son’s body? I gritted my teeth and called out to my son, “Yang Yang! Come here! Change places with mom, you stand behind mom, it’s too crowded here, you’re tall, you can block mom.”
My son turned his head and said “Oh”, his demeanor seemed to be squirming, his face was more or less red, I do not know if it was because he was embarrassed to feel the same physical friction from his mother. Anyway, it took a lot of effort for him to switch places with me, so that I stood on the inside by the window, and he stood behind me, holding the handrail with one hand.
It was much better, close to the window, there was no one in front of me, and I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief as I was not uncomfortably squeezed out of breath, but also avoided the awkwardness of the mother-son situation.
What is it? I had just gotten comfortable for a short while when I felt something hard and wrong suddenly against my ass. That thing seemed to be trying to stay away from me, but just like I was trying to struggle to keep my breasts from pressing against my son’s body, the more that thing struggled, the stronger the friction against my buttocks, and originally it was only a little bit hard, but as it pressed more and more tightly against my buttocks and as the friction created by the bumps in the car grew bigger and bigger, it seemed like that thing was gradually growing bigger and bigger and getting harder and harder, making it even more impossible for it to avoid my body. It was impossible for it to avoid my body.
“Oh my God! It’s a man’s prick!” With many years of married life, I certainly won’t make a fuss like a little girl, because of my plump body and pretty looks, it’s not like I don’t have the experience of being sexually harassed by a dirty man on the bus, and I should have seen it as not strange, but at the moment I subconsciously covered my mouth which was wide open due to my surprise with my hand, and the owner of this prick which was erected due to rubbing back and forth close to my buttocks was undoubtedly my son! He actually had a physical reaction to his mother’s body on the bus! What was I supposed to do?
I was breathing a little too hard to even look back at my son. I could understand from the way he was ducking and dodging that he didn’t mean it at all. Just as the same rubbing of my nipples against his back had just given me a slight physical reaction. How could I blame him? After all, he’s a teenager, and it’s normal to have an erection triggered by the stimulation of a woman’s body, so there’s no need to make a big deal out of it.
I thought silently in my mind while glancing at my son behind me through the reflection of the car window. Just as I thought, the look of embarrassment on my son’s face was kind of cute. I’m a little embarrassed about what I did at the beginning, I’m too much of a mother, since my son didn’t do it on purpose and was just as embarrassed as I was, I should have sympathized with him. If I had acted rashly, I don’t know how it would have reacted to my child’s psychology. It seems that pretending as if nothing had happened was the best choice.
But having my son keep an erection so close to my ass was obviously even more humiliating than the situation I was just in, and I had to think of a way to stand differently, and I struggled to move forward, and with great effort, I turned around, which was fine! I stood side by side with my son, finally avoiding the indecent contact between mother and son, which was a great relief. At the same time I felt my son, who was right next to me, seem to relax physically.
“It’s so crowded! Mommy turn around, it’s easier now!” I ran out of words to find something to say to my son to break the awkwardness.
“Well …… it did loosen up a bit ……” my son replied with his head bowed, and there was another awkward silence with each other. It was obvious that he was equally embarrassed in his mind.
It was easy to look forward to the bus arriving at the bank station! I instructed my son, “Come home early from school tonight! Don’t play.” Turned his head out of the car, turned around for a moment, I saw my son look at me in the eyes seems to be a little different, I did not take it to heart, just hurry to the bank.
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PS: Because Zhang Lin’s story has gotten a little out of hand for me. I had to end her hastily.
I originally intended to revise Zhang Lin’s story, but then realized that a complete revision would be less work than a rewrite, hence this post.
Zhang Lin’s story is considered a draft, I wrote that story self-confessed essence try to split into two: mother and child incest is summarized in this piece, the mature female conditioning is summarized in the story of the custom woman He Jing. This not only meets the two types of different hobbies of friends, but also allows me to try two not quite the same feeling of writing, the two stories cross-written, so as not to appear in the previous kind of writing on the writing of boredom do not love to write the feeling, it should be quite good.
But I’m notorious for procrastinating, so please bear with me!
Let’s start by posting the beginnings of the two stories I’ve written in the past two days for you to savor and make more suggestions.
I’m doing a perfunctory ending to Zhang Lin’s story I’m guessing I’ll concentrate on these two stories in a day or two after I’m done!
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Beautiful mom Wang Yan’s story (2)
There is no occupation more boring than that of a bank clerk. Every day the long queue to handle hundreds of pieces of business, the accounts can not make a little error, the pressure is really great. Today’s business volume is exceptionally high, even I, a veteran of more than ten years, feel a little overwhelmed. In addition, the hot air in the bank made me sweat profusely in a short time, and I couldn’t wait to get off work and take a hot bath to relax myself.
Finally reconciled the last account, easy to get through to the end of the day, but it is the evening rush hour, but also to continue to squeeze the crowded bus home, and so almost to the home when I was already in a miserable face sweating. Today, I really do not want to do complicated meals, simply in the past staple kitchen when buying two pounds of noodles and son want to make up a meal to forget.
“So tired!” I wearily tossed my carry-on bag aside and sat down on the couch to unzip my shirt to cool myself off, a cool breeze blowing over my delicate tushy breasts encased in a flesh-colored bra, I felt a rush of comfort as I sipped my water and stared at the wall clock to calculate the time.
“It’s six o’clock now, and my son won’t be home until seven o’clock, so I’ll take a shower first. I’ll take a shower first, and then I’ll come out and make my son’s favorite noodles with marinara sauce. I think my son will be home by the time I’m done, so I’ll be able to eat right after I walk in the door.” I secretly calculated that as a wife and a mother, I am like the earth revolving around the two suns of my husband and my son. Everything I do has to be done with their father and son in mind before myself. It’s no wonder, who made them my favorite people!
After making up my mind I changed into my slippers and began to undress.
The shirt, the long uniform skirt, was taken off and thrown into the washing machine ready to be washed after dinner, and the stockings, bra, and panties were carried along with me into the bathroom. I was going to wash my underwear while taking a shower, a habit I had developed over the years. Close-fitting underwear should be hand-washed with soap so that it comes out drier to wear.
I started by soaking my underwear in warm water in the laundry tub. Then I turned on the hot water heater and slowly began to enjoy the hot bath that I had been longing for all day. I like to take a hot bath, when the scalding hot water to wash away my body full of sweat I feel incredibly relaxed, as if the fatigue of the day with the sweat was washed away as if, people also become refreshed. I was soaping my body while looking at my own white cotton panties in the washtub, the crotch of the obvious piece of yellow stains secretly amused.
My husband had sex with me 3 times last night, probably because he had to go on a business trip. This nasty guy made me die, not to mention that in the end, even the paper towels to wipe his dirty ejaculate are all used up, not even to go to the storage room to get it, directly with my underwear to wipe his cock, I got up in the morning to buy breakfast for him and the children, sleepy and dizzy did not want to change a new pair of underwear, so I wore such a dirty thing on a day of work. I didn’t realize it until I went to the bathroom to pee on my lunch break. It’s really disgusting.
Thinking about it, my face reddened. Both myself and my husband are not young, but how is it that both of us are still so eager for that thing between husband and wife? I used water to rinse off the body of the soap foam, looked down and examined their own carcass. Although already 40 years old myself, skin is still white and delicate, breasts are still full and high, without a trace of sagging, legs are still long, just nipples and areolas are no longer like a young girl like pink, but show a mature dark brown.
The belly is slightly bulging, so the waist does not seem to be as slim as before, especially when giving birth to a child after a cesarean section left the irreparable scars, always let me do not want to look directly, but the total self-feeling is not bad, plus I have some self-confidence in their own appearance, which is very easy to explain why every time my husband stripped me naked after always so sexually aroused.
But what about the husband?
I couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of my husband.
My husband is very good to me and he is the most important thing I can count on, and our love as a couple is there for all to see. There is just one little flaw that has been brought up as a joke by others long when we started our relationship. Although this did not become an obstacle to our relationship, and eventually we got married and had children, and after marriage so that I became a no matter how can not leave his wife, but this little flaw is still more or less haunted in my heart.
The husband is a bit ugly! Certainly not unduly ugly, but at least taking me out does draw the comment of a flower in cow dung. Sometimes I break down the comparison of my husband’s appearance and realize that there is indeed a reason why we are not well-liked as a couple in terms of our appearance.
First of all, the height, I 1 meter 65, is considered to be a woman in the taller body, the husband only poor 1 meter 6. I do not wear high heels are taller than him. Secondly, my husband is long and black, I am long and white. Originally born black, and because my husband often work in the construction site, the degree of tanning is beyond imagination. Every time I have sex with him, I often think of an American movie I used to watch with him, a black man napping a white woman, which often makes me laugh out loud while having sex with him in a strange way.
Finally is the appearance of the husband from the countryside, long was not good-looking, in recent years because of more money, eat well, fat are almost to 220 kg, you can imagine a black and fat ugly man in heat when the appearance of how disgusting to women. In addition, because of his work and the origin of the rough temperament, and he went to bed with him is a kind of nightmare.
Of course, these are minor issues compared to the love and care he gives me. I chose to marry him because I valued his practicality and hard work more than anything else, and all this outward stuff is nothing compared to what’s on the inside. It’s just something I do when I’m lonely at home alone.
Again, even though I think of seeing him after he strips naked as a nightmare, I still can’t give up making love to him. This husband of mine is as good in bed as he is in any other way, and can’t be measured by appearances. I do have some reluctance to see his ugly body and face made even uglier by contortions during sex, but he seems to have a supernatural talent for how to satisfy a woman.
I am already a woman with a sensitive body, and I have been married to him for so long that he has been able to send me over the crest of a wave almost every time we have been married. For this reason I can’t even remember how many times I passed out comfortably during married life, which is also a hidden reason why I’m obsessed with him.
However, as I grew older, I became more fond of enjoying the pleasure he brought me with my eyes closed while fantasizing in my mind that I was riding on top of some handsome guy from a movie. Of course, I am only in the sex with my husband, because of the strong physical comfort and the harsh reality of the gap between the contrast had no choice but to have this kind of spiritual cheating ideas, usually I am extremely conservative women’s rights of a good wife and mother. In real life, I have never had any improper thoughts about men other than my husband. Even just thinking about it has not been.
Every time I take a shower when my own hands slide over the sensitive areas of my body, I always ramble on about some hidden things between couples, and today was no exception, and it wasn’t until the water from the hot water heater turned cold that I realized I’d been washing for quite some time.
I hurriedly and hastily turned off the shower, wiped my body with a towel, and squatted down to start washing my underwear. The cum stains my husband had left on my pants were hard to wash, and it took me two soapings to clean my underwear and stockings.
After washing up, I walked out of the bathroom with the laundry tub. There was no one at home anyway, and my house was on the top floor, so I walked to the balcony to dry my underwear with confidence and boldness. Although I knew that the opposite building couldn’t see my own house, I still tried to speed up the speed of drying my clothes, standing so naked in front of the balcony to dry my clothes, more or less I was still a little guilty.
I hung my underwear out to dry in three tries, and just as I was about to rush back to the bedroom to change into clean clothes to cook dinner for my son, the door opened and he was back.
I was frozen in fear, and my son closed the door to the living room and met me there, and froze for a moment. What’s worse is that I was so surprised by my son’s sudden return that I didn’t even think to protect my vitals with my hands, and I didn’t have the time to turn around, exposing all of my female privacy to my son.
“Ah!” We stayed with each other as mother and son for a while before I reacted and hurriedly clenched my legs and turned around with my hand covering my private parts. My son, on the other hand, let out a surprised yelp and ran into his room with his head down as if he were fleeing. I was left in the living room with a red face, not knowing what to do.
“Mom, what are you doing? Why don’t you go to your room in that state? How am I supposed to get to the living room?” The son let out a disgruntled yell from his room. “Even if there’s no one home, don’t you know to wrap a towel around you after your bath?” My son sounded as if I had done something wrong.
I was red-faced by my son through the door of the room for a while, because of the shame of a moment do not know what to say, only to go back to their own bedrooms to find a clean underwear and a dress to put on before.
Changing my clothes, I yelled at my son’s bedroom, “Come on out! Mommy’s changed.” Then started getting ready to cook the pasta.
After my son came out, he didn’t say anything to me, but just turned on the TV and watched it while waiting for dinner. I peeked at him to observe a moment, found that he actually also secretly look at me, looks extremely unnatural, I want to comfort him a bit, then took out the mother’s frame pretending to be indifferent to the appearance of saying: “as for so nervous it? You are born of mom, we are mother and son, what can be embarrassed? Well, in the future mom will pay attention to, you first rest for a while mom will make dinner for you. Do you love to eat bruschetta, okay?”
My son nodded noncommittally and said nothing. The handsome little face was red and cute. Luckily, my son looks more like me, white, tall and handsome, and a handsome man. This is also one of the reasons why my husband and I especially dote on him. Only this child’s character is too introverted, we are busy because of work and seldom really communicate with him, so he has always been well-behaved and restrained in front of us, always seems to be a little distance.
Forget it, it’s in the past anyway. As I reassured my son, he is my own son, so what’s the big deal if his mom saw him naked once? Besides, my son had always bathed with me until he was 5 years old, and even though he had grown into a big boy, he was still the same son who had bathed with me! Why should I be nervous?
I quickly made dinner while relieving myself, and we had very few words to say at that dinner, both mother and son. Though I hid it again and again, a vague shadow was still burned into my son’s and my son’s hearts and minds.
The Story of Beautiful Mom Wang Yan (3)
After dinner, my son kept himself in his bedroom to study, leaving me sitting alone on the living room sofa with the remote control watching my favorite show: a boring Korean idol drama!
The plot is nothing more than a kimchi style Cinderella and Prince story, the plot of the drama itself has no appeal to me at all, and the only reason why I’m watching this boring drama so seriously is because the hero of the drama: the young man is just too handsome!
Probably because my husband’s character is too ugly and vulgar. Our marriage, and I often fantasized in my teenage years, the kind of marriage is really far from the combination of the man and the woman. Therefore, in my heart I have been holding more or less regret, this regret is not related to our married couple after the relationship and life, but let me have been a kind of potential in the heart of the restlessness: whenever I see handsome, well-behaved male I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. This subconscious impulse may be a testament to the saying that young girls are not pregnant.
Originally with the passing of the years, the once pregnant girl has now stepped into middle age, and has long been a mother, the inner part of the restlessness of the idea should have been drowned out in the ordinary life of the wood, rice, oil and salt, but on the contrary. Accompanied by the growth of age, and intense and frequent conjugal sex life, I was initially that the unique shyness of the young girl is indeed gone, replaced by a bed of pleasure has been accustomed to the middle-aged woman on the carnal desire of a different kind of obsession.
This in my body from simple to sultry completely changed, in the final analysis or to blame my libido strong body strong husband, because he is in bed on the superior performance, and endless energy to give in the woman as a wolf like a tiger age of me in the simple carnal desire on the full satisfaction.
The body’s physical needs are not really something I lack.
But psychological fulfillment is another story.
Every time I looked at my husband’s black, fat, coarse and ugly appearance, I would use the couple’s love to give myself relief, and even at one time I was deceived by myself, and I really sometimes felt that my appearance did not matter. Along with the passage of time, the ugly face, I learned to gradually adapt to, and it as part of my life began to get used to. Doing so was at least accepting the image of my husband.
But just that is no longer repulsive.
The desire within me for a handsome, well-behaved male was not diminished by the fact that my sexual desires were satisfied. Even though my husband was more capable in bed, more able to nail me to death and orgasm. I still can’t get rid of this hidden regret, and when the contrast between the full satisfaction of the body and the extreme disappointment of the heart creates a great gap, it makes me feel extremely depressed.
The most let me feel sorry for my husband, is and my husband after some passionate passion, after my unrestrained orgasm. Looking at my black and ugly husband’s obese body shrinking into a ball panting in a ridiculous manner, I would instead feel a trace of extreme disgust, the kind of knowingly undeserved but uncontrollable disgust makes me feel immensely ashamed of my husband.
Because I can not hide the disgust, after marriage for some time, every time after sex, I will be inexplicably angry with my husband, while my loving husband will use every way to make me happy, in exchange for my surface to turn angry and deeper self-reproach in the heart.
With the lapse of time after marriage, this makes me feel extremely sorry for my husband’s thoughts more and more intense. In a chance, I tried to choose another way to catharsis: remember usually watched TV and movies in the handsome male protagonist’s appearance, every time my husband and I make love to fantasize that lying on my body is those handsome young man, in order to deceive themselves and others to make themselves physically and psychologically double happiness. The book called this way: masturbation.
It’s hard to talk about, but it works. Especially when I turn off the light and have sex with my husband, I fantasize with my whole eyes that the person riding on top of me is not my own rough, dark and stupid husband, but some handsome, white, beautiful boy. While my husband brought me intense physical satisfaction, my inner sinful thoughts would also be cathartic and immensely relieved along with my physical orgasm.
In my opinion, the spirit of derailment for couples sex life harmless, so the result is: every time I do love body and mind by the double pleasure, after finishing my husband is another and completely different from the previous wife: gentle, charming, and slutty and coy. Careless husband at first did not even find my changes, and later found out when I did not think I have what can be strange, just that I have learned to understand the flavor, I had intercourse on his reluctant to give up after the lingering is very satisfied.
At first I certainly did feel a twinge of shame for my slightly perverted masturbatory behavior, and even at one point was filled with a deep sense of guilt, deep down thinking that it was more shameful to cheat on my husband mentally than to despise him for his ugliness.
But over time, I became obsessed with this plausible combination of spiritual and physical, resulting in extraordinary sensory stimulation of sexual life. Considering that neither hurt others, I did not really do anything wrong to my husband also put down the psychological baggage. Only this secret as their greatest privacy deeply buried in the heart, and who also did not mention, slowly I also took it for granted, even when my husband is not at home, late at night, lying in bed after the quiet, I quietly masturbate, the object of coitus is the handsome boy, and should have been my desire for my husband did not appear once in my fantasy. Like
When it comes to the protagonists of my fantasies, I like young well-behaved older boys. My first sexual fantasy was Su Youpeng from the Tigers. But as the wrinkles on Su Youpeng’s face gradually increased, my interest in him was gradually replaced by the constant influx of Korean male celebrities. Although I have also heard that these Goryeo stick are plastic surgery out of the handsome men and women, but the boys handsome face to my temptation is indeed too big, anyway, just old lady I masturbation tool I do not care so much.
I recently fell in love with the star of this idol drama: a young Korean guy named Jang.
Early 20s, incredibly handsome, especially with a very sunny smile. I’ve been watching this trashy idol drama for days on end just to see him, just to memorize his look.
On TV, the hero takes the heroine to a beautiful wooded area and after some dialog the two start kissing.
I watched in fascination as the heroine, who had also undergone plastic surgery and appeared to be very pure and pretty, enjoyed the boy’s passionate kiss with her eyes closed, and I was actually slightly jealous in my heart. How I longed for myself to be the one kissing that handsome boy!
With an inexplicable dry mouth, the man and woman on the TV gradually blurred, as if I was in front of my eyes with the young man in my arms forgetting to be kissing. The handsome boy was smiling at me in the dark woods. I licked my dry lips, girlish heart intoxication makes me blush, and so handsome little boy making out, even if I am over middle-aged I still can’t help but a little thumping heart.
I tried to bring the boy’s hand over to my skirt and mumbled, “Come on! Touch me ugly! Darling!” The boy blushed too, embarrassed, and allowed me to put his hand into my damp panties, fumbling with my bottom at a loss for words, his shy expression adorable!
“Ah! Go on, keep touching me! Little guy! Don’t be shy! Auntie loves you so much!”
This sexual fantasy of tweaking a young boy made me feel incredibly aroused, as if I actually felt the shy expressions, and gentle caresses of the handsome boy between them, and I lost my mind a little in my intoxication.
After a while of psychedelia, my sanity returned to reality and I looked at the images that had switched on the TV, and as always, everything was just a fantasy. I couldn’t help but let out a low sigh as I felt incredibly despondent inside.
At this time, my son suddenly came out of the room, stood next to me and looked at the TV, and realized that I was watching an idol drama. The expression appeared to be intoxicated, and could not help but let out a disdainful laugh.
“Mom! You’re watching this movie again? It’s so trashy! The Korean stick is just making up some silly love story to earn tears from you middle-aged women, you really fall for it!” My son said as he grabbed a bite of the apple sitting on the fruit plate on the table.
“Nasty, don’t block mom from watching TV, sit aside. Mom is so old, watching a little TV show, it doesn’t bother you!” I disgruntledly waved my hand at my son signaling him to leave me alone, where does he know how I feel in my heart?
“You can watch then, I’m going to take a shower.” My son said finishing the apple in a few bites, throwing the core aside and starting to undress.
Although the afternoon because I showered without clothes in front of the son was seen by him, inviting him to be very unhappy, but in front of me as a mother, the son has never had any regard, every time you take a shower to change clothes never intentionally avoid me, I am also accustomed to it, after all, their own flesh and blood, what’s the big deal, a few years ago when the home is not installed air-conditioning, the son, even if the summer vacation every day only to wear a small pants at home to hang around! I didn’t give it a second thought.
Today was no different, I didn’t notice at first when my son was going to take a shower, undressed next to me and threw his clothes off to the side of the couch where I was sitting. But as I smelled a strong male scent coming from my son’s shorts, tank top that he threw next to me, I couldn’t help but check out my son.
My son is a little thin, but very strong, snow-white skin got my genes, I’m very grateful in this regard did not look like his father, also very handsome, which naturally still inherited my beautiful genes, they say that the boy is like a mother, it seems to be true. At the same time he has more or less inherited a little bit of his father’s physique.
Although my husband has always felt that my son’s character is very weak, the body is not strong enough, but in my opinion is my son than my husband is more gentle and considerate, and is in the puberty stage of development of my son’s physical fitness, even if not as good as my husband, at least in the age of the people are also considered to be healthy. Just because it is mother and son, but I never realized that gradually growing son and my subconscious sexual fantasy object conditions actually so consistent: handsome, sunshine, gentle, shy. In this moment, I seem to look at my son undressing eyes are a bit wrong.
My son stripped down to a pair of snug little pants, not paying any attention to his mother’s slightly surprised demeanor, and didn’t talk to me much as he wore his slippers and went into the bathroom alone.
I looked at my son’s back, and that evil feeling that I had been indulging in welled up inside me. The handsome man I had just imagined in my mind was actually replaced by my son’s appearance for a moment.
“No way! This is my son! How can I think anything of him! It’s so sick!” I tried my best to suppress my sinful thoughts, but I still stared at my son’s solid back until he closed the door to the bathroom room, and my heart began to thump a little.
“My son is so handsome now! How come I never realized it …… No! I can’t think about it! Not even to think about it!” I held my head in my hands internally conflicted. Suddenly a man’s sweaty odor vaguely drifted to my nose. It was my son’s shorts and tank top that he had taken off. I couldn’t help but stare at my son’s shorts having an urge to quietly bring them over and smell them.
“What was I thinking?” My face burned as I tried to control my urges, how could I, a mom, suddenly have such an indescribable thought about my son? Was it the thrill of his clothes filled with male body odor? Or was it the impulse left behind by the sudden interruption of the sexual fantasies I was just having about the beautiful boy? Either way, how could I do something so humiliating!
Although I have been fighting against the inexplicable evil desire within myself, but my mind is suddenly like a movie, all the ambiguous things that happened today flashed in front of my eyes: crowded bus, my plump breasts pressed against my son’s back that kind of embarrassment that is difficult to speak, and my son because of my body stimulation and erection of the prick on my buttocks rubbing back and forth the shame of the silent in the I was intertwined inside.
Now recalled actually incomparable stimulation, the evening I stood naked in front of my son’s infinite shame of the picture, after my son’s body odor of the stimulation and just watched the TV produced by the fire burning, even let me again fantasize into a more erotic men and women relative to the picture, and masturbate to the male protagonist of the face has been from that plastic surgery handsome gradually to my son’s handsome face in the do change.
“Ah! What the …… hell is wrong with me?” After a burst of impulse, my mind gradually cooled down I couldn’t help but mumble to myself. At the same time, my face was as red as a fever, but I realized that without realizing it, my son’s shorts had somehow been rubbed in my hands in constant play.
It’s just so out of character! I had realized this at the moment, if my son saw me in this ridiculous state now, the consequences would be simply unimaginable! I desperately forced myself to throw my son’s shorts aside. Standing up, I straightened my pangs of hair and tried to adjust my mindset. But no matter what, the evil thought that had suddenly sprung up in me about my son just wouldn’t go away. Even though that vague thought was just a flash in the pan, and I was still overwhelmed with shame.
But the smell of sweat on my son’s clothes really seems to have a kind of magic, so that I feel as if some of the feeling of reluctance to give up. Can not help but quietly pick up my son’s shorts, put in front of the deep smell, that is a very strong smell of sweat, but to me how so tempting it?
When my son came out of the bathroom dripping wet from the shower, I was already sitting upright in the most dignified posture to revert to pretending to watch TV and act oblivious to him, but out of the corner of my eye I couldn’t help but glance at my son’s strong body and handsome face. When my eyes rested on the lovely globes of flesh tightly wrapped in my son’s dark blue boxers, my slightly trembling lips immediately became even drier than they were when I had my brief sexual fantasies just now, so much so that I couldn’t help but lick my dry upper lip again.
My son, unaware of my inner impulses and outwardly discordant behavior because of the cover-up, stood by me and looked at the boring TV show I was still watching and whispered again dismissively, “Boring!” Turned his head and went back to his room.
My taut nerves finally loosened after my son left!
Originally good at fantasizing, I suddenly had an inexplicable idea of my son’s masturbation, my heart has been “thumping” wildly, afraid of sniffing my son’s shorts such a dirty secret will be discovered by him, but fortunately my son is relatively careless, did not notice any difference in the location of the dirty clothes. Now that he’s back to bed, I’m relieved.
Turn off the TV and take your son’s dirty clothes and pants to the bathroom and other dirty clothes together to prepare for tomorrow’s cleaning. Holding my son’s dirty clothes in my arms, smelling my son’s body odor, my heart fluttered for a while, and after a few efforts, I still restrained the impulse to take a closer look.
This kind of obsession with the odor of the body of the opposite sex had never happened before, and the intricate feelings of nervousness, shame, and fear that the target was my own son were like being a thief, which made me feel incredibly excited. At the same time, for the first time, I used the handsome young man around me as the object of masturbation, and the real feeling, including his naked body and the strong smell of sweat, was far more real than my false fantasies about youth idols.
But in any case, I was still a little bit not quite able to accept that I was not thinking about my own son, no matter how tempting that kind of thought is, but after all, we are people living in real life, the responsibility of being a mother, being a wife, the morality of being a woman is restraining me, because the sanity generated by this constraint made me fall into a deep self-reproach after my emotions were fully under control.
Self-recrimination is only short-lived, the time is getting later and later, and then invaded me is because my husband traveled on business and stayed alone in the room of the middle-aged woman peculiar to the kind of loneliness and emptiness.
I couldn’t be bothered to watch TV anymore. I went back to my bedroom, closed the door and turned on the computer, logged on to an online video site that my husband and I often watch, wanting to completely vent my inner depression.
This is a porn site that offers paid adult movies online.
Husband and I are more able to accept new things, we hold the same open views on “sex”, so in order to add some fun in the sex life, the earliest from the era of the VCR, we couples secretly watch yellow videotapes together. With the progress of society, VCD, DVD constantly updated, until nowadays the network era, this bad hobby accompanied us two by the ignorant and shy newlyweds, together with the middle-aged like a wolf like a tiger sexual desire period.
How many nights we watched porn while excitedly imitating the movements of the men and women in it and having wild sex, how many nights when my husband was away on business, or during my menstrual period, one of us masturbated to porn alone to relieve our craving, and how many nights this was repeated so that porn had actually become my spiritual food that I could not get rid of without realizing it.
Maybe out of their own cultivation and temperament, although I admit that I may be a slut at heart. But in the daily interpersonal relations, no one knows this kind of indulgence in my heart. Only my husband knows how far I am in bed. And he is happy that I can take the initiative to attack in bed as wild as possible, so that he can enjoy a more perfect sex life.
In short, in my husband’s eyes, I am the perfect woman who looks like a housewife at home, a noblewoman on the go, and a slut in bed. From the outward appearance, this evaluation is quite apt. But in fact, he still did not understand my true inner thoughts. The reason why I acted in bed as an incomparable slut is only because every time I closed my eyes and fantasized him as my favorite handsome boy.
The entire yellow video site contains nearly 10,000 different styles of adult movies, resources can not be said to be complete. Our couple belongs to the more intuitive people, only like to see the uncensored A film, for the mosaic blocking the film has been disdainful, always think that there is a code for the film the possibility of forgery is relatively large, the degree of visual stimulation is not enough, and the plot is also very dragging, just classified more detailed just, and therefore look at the number of times very little. Today, however, I entered the coded movie area by magic, and carefully searched for the category I was looking for.
Inbreeding series! Found it!
Looking at these four words that make me blush even more than watching porn, my heartbeat accelerated a little bit again. But I still chose a Japanese porno with a good cover, put on the headset I bought so that my son wouldn’t find out that we watched porn as a couple, and clicked on the movie.
An old woman of at least 50 years old screamed in agony while another man who looked like he must be 45 years old with a lewd face was licking the old woman’s pussy lips in a Japanese student uniform. The thick mosaic completely obscured the man’s bearded chin and the old woman’s blackened pussy!
That’s too bad!
I was originally looking for some spiritual fulfillment on the internet because I had some unspoken reluctance in my heart, with impulse and yearning, but I met such a piece of crap, so I’m really full of blows! Closed the video playback. This time I no longer deliberately look at the cover description, haphazardly opened another one.
This one is completely different from the crude crap I just watched, a middle-aged woman with a plump figure similar to my age is drying washed panties in the yard, while a skinny white teenager is peeping around the corner, although with the same lewd face, at least the male and female protagonists really look like mother and son in terms of age.
I rested my chin on the computer table and watched intently: the plot has unfolded, the seemingly dignified single mother has always known that her son coveted her beauty, often inadvertently give her son some temptation, and finally the adolescent son in a burst of impulse to rape her, but it seems to be raped, mother and son sex but the performance of the incomparable aesthetic. Especially the boy from behind while nailing the mother lying on the couch while holding the mother’s breasts with his hands and twisting the face of the mother wet kiss shot let me replay several times.
My panties were getting a little wet from watching! I took my nightgown off, spread my legs, sat down at the computer and put my hand in my panties and started masturbating.
My husband traveled for many years, and masturbation was a routine for me with a strong libido. Because very clear about their own sensitive points, each time just lightly stroking a clitoris, I can send myself to the peak of happiness, as long as the comfort of a moment I will be satisfied, but looking at the mother-son rape A film that I repeatedly played, today I how to stroke their own exposed outside the foreskin of the smooth head of the clitoris can not satisfy the heart of the infinite longing for is the man’s prick really nappy into my body feeling!
Ahh! I tried sticking my index finger into my flushed pussy and snapping at my G-spot, and finally got some feeling. I let out the same whiny screams as my mother on the computer, only I couldn’t keep my voice down because I was trying my best to restrain myself. I was afraid that my son next door would hear me, and when I really had to let out a scream I used my other hand to cover my mouth as hard as I could. A burst of weak to strong pleasure with the porno mother-son happy intercourse, so that my heart’s desire for a man unconsciously turned into a son’s salivation.
At this moment I have a lewd image in my mind of myself holding a vigorous cock: as I kneeled on the ground with all my tricks to play with the man’s cock in front of me that high up at the same time, the owner of the cock’s naked white body continues to be revealed upward, always showing the man’s face with a smile of embarrassment, and the face of the coyly holding out the cock to let me play with the boy is my son: Yang Yang! ……
It’s an orgasm! Orgasm! The sounds of male and female intercourse in my headset, the sexual fantasies in front of me and the wild masturbation I had sent myself to the crest of the wave at last, the lust gushing out in abundance soaking my little cotton panties completely.
I licked my wet fingers with a sense of purpose and watched another round of mother-son sex on the screen. Was it loss? Satisfaction? Or was it desire? I couldn’t tell myself.
I only remember how I couldn’t sleep that night, my son’s tall figure always lingered in my mind, and I felt a burning desire for his shadow. On the other hand, my inner conscience deeply condemned me: great mother, actually fantasizing about her son’s appearance masturbation, shame is really a disgrace! Shame and desire alternately tormented me so that I could not sleep for a long time, and I also in reason and fantasy constantly wandering. Until the early hours of the morning, I was physically and mentally exhausted and fell asleep.
That night I had a dream of a happy family of three eating breakfast around the table, my husband reading the newspaper as he ate, my son distracted as he always is every morning. I was sitting in the middle of them talking and laughing, and it seemed so cozy.
Beautiful mom Wang Yan’s story (4)
In a sleepy daze I was woken up by my alarm clock. In my sleepy eyes I began my habit of putting on my nightgown and yawning to get out of bed to wash my face. Probably because I didn’t sleep well from the dream, my head was still groggy when I got up in the morning.
Last night’s rambling thoughts were unconsciously left behind me as the early morning’s busy schedule began. After washing up, as usual, I hurriedly made breakfast for my son and put it on the dining table, yelling at him to get up and eat while going back to my room to start changing for work.
After more than 10 years of wearing a bank uniform suit, I feel that I am simply a bit aesthetically tired. But because I worked in the bank’s branch office area is too small, employees do not even have their own locker room, so you can only wear uniforms to and from work every day, so although I bought a lot of beautiful clothes but have not had the opportunity to wear what can only be hidden in the closet, the heart is more or less therefore a little bit of life’s helplessness and some dissatisfaction, but that’s the way life is, the ordinary people and what can be done about it?
I took off my nightgown and looked down at my lower body, realizing that the filth left over from last night’s masturbation had made a filthy mess of my recently changed panties, making it almost impossible to wear them again. I frowned as I gently removed the panties and replaced them with a clean pair of white silk panties, feeling much fresher before I began to dress slowly.
It’s getting hotter and hotter.
I found a cotton white bra with no sponge padding and put it on. My 85C breasts in the absence of sponge cushion pressure appeared to be very relaxed, but also slightly showed signs of sagging, but because of my breast shape is very proportional, a little bit of sagging, in the thin bra outlined more mature woman’s unique flavor, that is a young woman unique full of seductive beauty.
I in front of the mirror inadvertently walked backward two steps, that tightly wrapped in the white bra within the two full peaks, with the body moving rhythm of up and down, but also let me think that do women ” quite ” good.
I tugged on the strap of my bra, adjusting it to the position that felt best to me, and gently dragged my hands over my own huge, heavy, soft breasts that my husband had fallen in love with. Married for so many years, I really can’t figure out why men would be so eager for women’s breasts, and even in my husband’s expression of sexual desire, caressing my breasts far more than my sex organs. I do not resent my husband’s caresses on me, and I even enjoy them myself, but as a mother, breasts have another layer of sacredness in my opinion.
It was a mother’s breastfeeding tool for her child. When I first gave birth to Yang Yang, the excitement I felt when the little one put his mouth on my nipple for the first time and sucked greedily on the milk is still hard to forget. The joy of being a first-time mom is hard to express in words.
Until then, my nipples had only experienced the erotic, erotic-filled sexual pleasure I felt when they were teased by my husband’s hands and tongue. And the moment my son took my nipples, I experienced a bliss I had never felt before.
The comparison between the two is like mud and mud, and the difference is immediate. So whenever I hear men around me make lewd comments about women’s breasts, I don’t think so, and I even feel indignant. But as a woman, I can’t debate with the trash who tell dirty jokes for fun as a way of molesting their female coworkers, so I can only keep this feeling bottled up inside.
Speaking of which, Yang Yang was very well-behaved when he was little, every time after breastfeeding will be quiet in my arms by my gently patting dazed sleep, not crying, not fussing, sleep until dawn, woke up with a little red face is very cute. Especially the sound of his laughter, clear and loud, as a mom, I hear my son’s laughter every day for fun. So I try my best to make him happy and obey him in everything.
Slowly the children got older and my husband often had to travel because of his work. At that time, my son was taken care of by me alone, and we were the closest between mother and son before he went to elementary school. My son often pampered me at that time, and his favorite move was to grab my breasts with both hands and drill his head into my arms. He shouted “Mom! Mommy!” Every time he does this will make me very painful, but look at him that lovely look, I also can not care about reproach him, just along the way to hold him tightly in his arms and kiss his little face to make him a happy.
When I put him to bed at night, he would always hold my breasts before he would go to sleep, and occasionally when he was happy, he would even scream out, “Mommy, I want to eat milk!” And then pressed on my body biting my nipple is a burst of sucking, biting. Although I had no milk, but looking at my son’s naughty appearance shows the attachment to his mother, as a mother, I still feel incredibly happy, let him toss some, coaxed him to play tired and then continue to shoot him to sleep.
I can’t help but laugh at the thought of my son’s embarrassment when I pressed him against my chest on the bus. The boy had grown up and was becoming more and more of a stranger to his mom. But since my son started going to school and got his own separate bedroom, and no longer slept in the same bed with mom and dad, this kind of intimacy between my son and I gradually disappeared.
Like all parents, we, as a couple, became only concerned about his academic performance and daily life. As for his inner world, as we as parents became busier and busier with our work, and as our son grew up and entered puberty, he became very rebellious, and gradually, as if there was a layer of invisible glass between us, we could no longer communicate with each other completely.
The respect and care that mothers and sons, fathers and sons, show in their daily lives feels to me like neighbors in the city: outwardly friendly, but inwardly inscrutable. This feeling is very different from the heart-to-heart feeling I had when I first became a mother and held my son, who could not speak. Although my son couldn’t speak, his attachment to his mother was far different from that of my son, who often ignores his mother or even talks back to her.
The years don’t just age you, they wash away everything, including family love.
After examining them in the mirror for a while, I took out a brand new pair of flesh-colored pantyhose and began to put them on slowly. I like flesh-colored stockings and pantyhose, the texture of flesh color, in my opinion, is far more plain than the fancy of other colors. Wearing the bank’s uniform skirts all year round, it looked uncomfortable without stockings. And I have a fuller figure taller, but also very suitable for wearing high heels with stockings. Their plump attractive thighs stockings after the lines to appear more clear than the reality of the slender points, and snow-white legs were translucent stockings cover, resulting in a unique flesh-colored texture is to allow people to produce unlimited reverie.
Although I do not intend to seduce other men, but whenever the summer comes, I can always feel from the side or familiar or strange men on my uniform skirt under the half of the thighs had to show salivating eyes, which I always from the bottom of my heart to feel disgusted and shy, but to men so rude dissatisfaction but also a hint of self-complacency. That is on their own people over the middle-aged but the posture is still charming and proud. For this reason, in my disgust, but also want to attract more eyes, I do not know when this ambivalence I have developed.
Putting on the stockings, I started to put on the uniform skirt and shirt again. Damn bank, as if we female employees as a signboard to attract depositors, issued by the black tweed uniform skirt, short even the knee can not cover, each female employee is exposed half of the thigh walking in the office area, so that the bank’s atmosphere is very ambiguous, white long-sleeved shirts are even more transparent to see the inner underwear. I am in the office, often can hear some dirty billet in whispering about a female staff today’s underwear color and style, make us these female staff very embarrassed. But no matter how unhappy, but also have to wear, this is a mandatory rule.
After packing up my dress and putting on the black high heels that matched my uniform dress, I stood bent over the dresser and roughly applied lipstick and drew on my eyebrows, turned around and picked up my carry-on bag and opened the door to quickly walk out of the bedroom while putting my long hair up on my head.
At the living room table, Yang Yang was wolfing down his breakfast.
The boy is in his growth phase. He’s a half-big boy, and he’s eating his way to death. 4 slices of bread, 2 eggs, and a glass of milk were all he ate in no time at all. When he saw me come out, he was chewing the food in his mouth and greeted me with a vague greeting: “Mom, aren’t you eating? Aren’t you going to eat?”
I woke up in the morning feeling sick to my stomach, so I only prepared a breakfast for my son and didn’t make my own portion. When I saw my son ask, I answered: ” Mom is not hungry, you eat, eat quickly it will be late, today there is not a quiz! Take the test seriously, don’t always be so sloppy, next year you’re going to college ……”
” I know! Are you tired? So much nonsense every day!” My son muttered in dissatisfaction, snatching at me unable to get the latter words out of my mouth. I could only watch him finish his breakfast, then silently clean up the dishes and continue to catch the bus to work one after the other.
Nothing was any different than it had been in the past, the hurried rush of each morning and the routine of telling my son what to do, even his impatient replies, remained the same.
Husband left the past few days everything is also as before no waves, if there is indeed something different, then every time and son in the crowded bus when occasionally and his physical contact, my heart will be a little strange feeling. Especially after realizing that my son has grown into such a handsome and sunny young man, every time I steal a glance at him I feel like I am carrying a deer in the headlights, and I get a feeling of heartfelt emotion that I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s as if I can no longer treat him as a child as I used to.
I even found myself on a couple of occasions on the bus, which wasn’t particularly crowded at all, intentionally pressing my son’s half-exposed arm, which was gripping the armrest of the bus, against my boobs, which were only wearing a layer of unlined bra. Even though it was just a subconscious action, I was still a bit apprehensive when I realized that I was out of line. Fortunately, my son never seemed to notice, so I was a little more relaxed, and secretly urged myself to control my emotions and not to make a fool of myself as a mom.
Fortunately, every day, my heavy workload drags me back to reality from the intoxication of riding in the car with my son. As soon as I sit down in my office chair and begin my tedious work, the ripples of my heart are left behind by the coldness of real life.
Sometimes when I can’t sleep late at night, I try to rationally analyze my almost distorted mentality in this kind of longing and masturbation for a sunny boy. After thinking calmly, I found that the age factor, the pressure of work, and the gradual accumulation of dissatisfaction with some of my husband’s problems are all intertwined and have contributed to my current high libido and good at fantasizing about the crux of the problem.
But just like a drug addict who knows that drugs are harmful, but still can’t quit. Although I know that my spiritual level is far from being as dignified and chaste as I am in reality, but since all the moral constraints in reality make it impossible for me to indulge, then what is there to blame myself for falling in my inner world where I am alone?
So even though I know the root cause of my current problem, after I found a reason for myself to convince myself, I still continue to maintain the state of almost separating the physical and mental when I give vent to my physical desires, only because my husband is traveling on a business trip, the sex partner in reality has been changed from my husband’s penis to my own fingers.
Masturbation in my husband’s absence was not a big deal to me, and it was even a secret that my husband and I kept from each other. But lately, the sexual partner I’ve been craving over and over again in my mind is my son, whom I’ve been trying to avoid, and the guilt of that thought is overwhelming, but I can’t get rid of it. That is, I can’t get rid of the embarrassment of my son, and I can’t get rid of the masturbation of my son.
The days of misery just went by one day at a time.
The inadvertent physical contact with my son every morning – the immense work pressure of going to work and forcibly repressing myself – the solitary catharsis of the night.
Every day so week after week in a vicious circle, the repressed emotions and desires are not the usual kind of catharsis can be discharged.
Even though I am no more different from my real life inside, I don’t want to subjectively and consciously use my son as a target for masturbation. As if men were whoring themselves out to prostitutes, handsome male celebrities of all stripes used to pop into my head and color my husband and I’s married life. Why was it that only my son’s looks were now impossible for me to get rid of? Even though I had been restraining myself, the image of my son still appeared in front of my eyes from time to time during my late-night solo masturbation, and this sinful thought was the last thing I was willing to take on at the moment.
But even the hardest days come to an end, and in the blink of an eye it will soon be a week’s deadline. The day my husband was scheduled to return from his business trip was fast approaching. Perhaps my husband’s return will make me change, so I eagerly look forward to the arrival of this day. At the same time, the loneliness and bitterness of the past few days were also eager to be caressed by my husband.
But all this hope was shattered the day before her husband returned from a business trip.
That afternoon I was impatiently dealing with the long line of depositors at the window, when suddenly the manager on duty called me to answer the phone. (Our bank regulations do not allow cell phones to be turned on during working hours.)
The call was from the gym teacher at my son’s school.
My son accidentally fell in gym class because he was running and fractured his right arm, he was in the hospital in a cast and the teacher told me to hurry up and take the money to the hospital.
My heart sank hard. Oh, my God! A broken bone? My son is the lifeblood of my husband and I. He has never suffered such a big injury since he was a child. I don’t know what kind of pain my son would be in if his arm was suddenly fractured. I quickly asked the manager on duty for leave, went out and took a cab to rush to the hospital as fast as possible.
When I arrived at the hospital and got out of the car, I rushed towards the orthopedic department. In front of the treatment room, my son’s homeroom teacher, Ms. Liu, was frowning and walking around helplessly, and I had just walked over to greet her when I heard my son’s screams coming from inside the treatment room.
” Ouch! Ouch! Gently! Ah!” The screams were mixed with my son’s sobs, and I didn’t feel like shedding tears even when I heard it like my liver had been cut off.
I was so anxious that I shouted, “Yang Yang. How are you? Mommy’s coming!”
Mr. Liu looked up and saw me, busy walking over to help me sit on a chair to comfort: ” Yang Yang’s mother, don’t worry, the doctor is giving Yang Yang orthopedic, the fracture part of the right place to put a cast on the good. Don’t be so nervous!”
” Liu teacher, this, how did this happen? In the morning when Yang Yang went to school, he was still good …… ” I listened to my son’s incessant screams heart is broken, the teacher’s tone is very dissatisfied, dare not be your son, you are not nervous!
” This is the case, in the afternoon on the physical education class, Yang Yang running when an accidentally fell a cross, he wants to get up, with a hand to support may be the strength and angle are coincidental, the right arm arm bone poke fracture. Our physical education teacher contacted me to send the child here for treatment. Fortunately, it is not a big problem, and the child will be able to attend classes after resting for a week or two. It won’t delay the child’s study too much.” I could see that because the accident apparently had nothing to do with the school’s management, Mr. Liu looked incredibly relaxed as he spoke to me.
” That! Will there be any disability?” I was still not quite sure, and hurriedly pursued the question.
” Should not be right? I also asked when the doctor went in to treat it just now, and the doctor said it’s just a minor problem, but it hurts for a hundred days, so will recuperate for some days for sure.”
As I was talking, my son came out of the treatment room with his right arm in a cast around his neck and tears in his eyes. Once he saw me, he couldn’t help but cry out, calling out as he cried: ” mom! …… mom!” And then head into my arms.
Although my son is already a head taller than me, he still cried like a child aggrieved, looking at his arm hanging, I also fell a few tears of heartache. I was busy patting my son’s firm back with one hand, and took out a tissue to wipe his tears, which came out with tears and snot. I don’t know how much he has suffered.
At this moment, it’s as if I’m back to when my son was little, and I’m feeling my son’s attachment to me all over again.
” All right! Okay, okay, okay! Talking back to me every day, treating yourself like an adult, I really thought you were a little man! I thought you were a little man, but you’re crying because you’re hurt so little, aren’t you ashamed? Don’t cry, son, it’s okay, does it still hurt?” While I was comforting my son, I didn’t wait for him to answer, so I hurriedly asked the doctor, “Doctor, is my son’s hand okay? Will he be disabled?”
The doctor, an old man in his fifties, handed me the X-ray photo of my son, briefly talked about his condition, told me that Yang Yang’s hand was only slightly fractured, and that he should not exercise strenuously after the joint was fixed, and that he would be able to take off the cast in a month or so, and then issued a two-week leave slip for him to Mr. Liu, and then signaled that we could go now.
From the hospital out while walking and chatting, I realized that Ms. Liu for Yang Yang advanced the medical expenses, busy take out the money back to her. She did not push, put it away and told Yang Yang to get well, recuperate during the cultural lessons can not be delayed, to do self-study, our mother and son and thanked her after this parting.
” Yang Yang, don’t always hug me like that!” After Mr. Liu left, Yang Yang and I walked towards the bus stop. Along the way, Yang Yang had to use his uninjured left arm to put his arm around my shoulder and walk together. I couldn’t stand this sudden intimacy from my son for a moment and tried to break away from his embrace. It made me too uncomfortable for him to do so!
In the street, my son at this time is not a child, taller than me, the body is also very strong, this is to let strangers see into what kind of ah! And, originally, I have so difficult to speak to him inside the idea, although he does not know, but I know, because of this, I am very wary of his intimate behavior, this kind of wariness is not to the child, but to my own wariness!
” Mom! What’s wrong? Didn’t I used to hug you like this when I was little? Even when I grew up, I was still your son! That old doctor’s bones hurt me so much today! I just wanted my mom to hold me! But you came so late!” Said the son choking as if he was about to cry again.
No matter how much he usually talks back to me, he is still a child after all, and it’s true, as my husband said, that my son does have a weak character, and after only a little bit of suffering, he can’t take it anymore, and desperately needs to be comforted.
I smiled bitterly and shook my head, no longer refuse my son’s arm around my shoulder, obediently in his arms with his footsteps with him walking slowly, although my son’s stature is far taller than me, in the eyes of others I am being embraced by him. But the feelings between mother and son let me deeply feel, at this moment the son is still so young, need to protect, be embraced by the side of love and care in fact is still the son himself only.
” Give me your cell phone! Yang Yang! Mom left in a hurry and forgot her cell phone at the bank. I have to call your dad! Your dad doesn’t know about your accident! I don’t know how mad he’ll be at me when he gets back!”
” It’s in my bag! Mom you take it yourself!” Yang Yang said stopping in her tracks.
My son stood still, I turned around and he was face to face, low to go through his diagonal backpack looking for a cell phone. Because there are too many textbooks in the bag, a moment can not be found, I can not help but mutter in a low voice complaining that my son’s bag is too messy. My son, on the other hand, accompanied by a small voice, still tightly wrapped an arm around my body. At this time the night is gradually falling, but the street lights are not yet turned on.
In the dark evening, many people in the roadside pedestrians are casting curious gazes, they probably have never seen a hanging arm wearing a high school uniform with a backpack, so blatantly in the street embracing a middle-aged woman in a professional female clothing seems to be whispering to each other. The middle-aged woman in the arms of the boy whispered something while burying her head in the chest of the boy seems to be very gentle look.
Probably because I kept my body in decent shape, my back was quite playful. Although passersby could clearly see that I was considerably older than my son, none of them seemed to realize that I was the boy’s mother. The way they looked at us was like they were watching a couple of mismatched ages flirting recklessly on the street, curious with a hint of lewdness, as if they wanted to see us do something exciting to satisfy their curiosity.
I felt this ambiguous gaze from the surroundings and looked around. Some pedestrians were busy turning their heads away as if nothing had happened, while others hurriedly walked away. But I have already realized that this is not good. After finding my son’s cell phone, I firmly broke away from his embrace, and while preparing to call my husband, I instructed my son to continue walking to the bus stop.
The phone call had just gone through, and I had just called out to my husband, not waiting for him to answer, when my son’s healthy hand reached out and took my hand to walk with him. I hesitated in my heart, did not resist, let my son hold my hand, while talking to my husband, along with my son walked towards a bus parked at the station that was about to leave the station.
” You said you! Why are you so stupid? You can fall down even when you’re running! What can you do at your age?”
On the phone, my husband was scolding my son so loudly that it sounded as if everyone on the bus could hear him. I sat next to my son and watched him tense up because of his father’s reprimand, but I couldn’t bear it anymore. While holding my son’s cold hand and squeezing it to show comfort, I took my son’s cell phone and advised my husband not to be so angry with my son.
“Lao Yang! Don’t yell at the kid like that, okay? He didn’t want to fall. Do you know how painful a broken arm is? Look at you, you’re just yelling without thinking, and you’re scaring your son, he didn’t have a good heart either!”
Before I could finish my sentence, my husband jumped in, “Yanzi, don’t protect him. Look at how you’ve spoiled him! He’s a big boy who acts like a girl. Who’d want a kid like that when he goes to college and gets a job? You’re always on his side when I teach him a lesson, so just spoil him. It’s good that he broke his bones! Let him know that mom and dad can’t take care of everything for him.”
I was slightly pissed off and said, ” Forget it, I can’t talk to you about this, what time will you be home tomorrow? What do you want me to prepare in advance?”
” Let’s eat dumplings! I’ve been on a business trip for the past few days, and I’m tired of eating boxed lunches every day.” Mentioned home, the husband’s tone changed a lot of mild, ” I take the train in the morning can arrive at the station, but the company asked me to come back immediately after a trip to the headquarters, may not be able to return at noon, you will prepare dinner.”
” Oh,” I looked at my son, who was unhappy but didn’t dare to get angry, and reminded my husband in a low voice: “Come back and stop talking so harshly to Yang Yang, our son has never been so wronged, you don’t always have a stern face to him.”
” I just think he is really too soft, forget it, the child’s problem slowly, you tell him to get well and read more, don’t delay your studies because of something like this! I bought him a pair of Nike shoes, go back and tell him, don’t talk too much!” Husbands are so hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.
I couldn’t help but smile slightly in agreement and asked if he wanted to say anything else to his son. My husband said no, and my son shook his head at me vigorously, indicating that he didn’t want to hear any more of his dad’s nagging, so I shook my head and hung up the phone. This pair of father and son is really too incompatible personality, who can not take them.
Beautiful mom Wang Yan’s story (5)
When I got home I really didn’t have the energy to cook, so I went to the restaurant in front of my house and ordered a few dishes and bought some rice, and went home to prepare to deal with having dinner with my son.
My son’s right hand is in a cast and he can’t use chopsticks, so he can only hold a spoon in his left hand, and he can barely scoop up the food one bite at a time. Did not eat a few bites, suddenly pushed the bowl of rice, said to me in a huff: ” Mom! I’m not eating!”
Across the dining table, I put down the bowl of rice that I had just lifted up, walked to the chair beside my son and sat down, gently stroked my son’s back with my hand, and softly asked, ” What’s wrong? Son! The food is not delicious? Do you want mom to go to cook a bowl of noodles for you?”
” No! I just don’t feel comfortable eating with a spoon! And it’s too uncomfortable to use my left hand! I’m afraid I’ll tip the bowl over if I try too hard, so I just don’t eat! You can eat by yourself! I’ll just have a cookie later.” As if my son was touched by my gentle gaze, he was no longer as agitated as he was a moment ago.
” Silly boy! I knew it! Forget it! Come on, mommy will feed you!” Said I copied my son’s rice bowl, for him to scoop up a few spoons of his favorite Kung Pao Chicken, mixed well and scooped up a spoonful with vegetables and rice with lips to test the temperature is not very hot, and then tenderly sent to my son in front of him.
” Mom! It’s okay! I’ll just have some cookies later! I’m too old for you to feed me, it feels too awkward!” My son shook his head and turned it to the side.
I heart a little funny, adolescent teenagers are so everything wants to be independent, not to mention like a good baby is still being fed by mom, which is certainly very strong blow to his self-esteem. But now you look like you can be independent? Being stubborn in the end is not good for you at all. It seems to need the guidance of the mother to be able to do,
I smiled and shook my head, continuing softly, ” What nutrition is there in cookies? You’ve injured your hand so badly, you need to replenish your body, if you always take snacks as your staple food, then how can you get well? Be good and obey! Eat this bowl of rice for mommy honestly! Besides, I can’t eat all this food by myself. It’s a shame to waste it! Come on, good boy! Open your mouth!”
My son looked at me, although I urged him to be “good boy” in every breath, but when he saw some tears of pain in my eyes, he could not be more stubborn, and swallowed the spoonful of rice I handed him, and then whispered: “Okay! Mom! You put it down. I’ll eat by myself, you also hurry to eat, lest the food gets cold!”
Listening to my son’s thoughtful words, my heart was touched, but I had to insist on finishing the bowl of rice. My son looked a little impatient, but tolerated, or chose to obey, let me bite by bite to finish the meal. And deep down, watching my son so obediently at my mercy, letting his mouth open and letting him eat slowly, vaguely, I had an unprecedented excitement. Obviously, this kind of excitement is not because of my son’s understanding and feel pleased, that is from my heart a kind of strong desire to control the teenage man to be satisfied with the stimulation feeling.
The rebellious son was obviously reluctant to accept this kind of care from his mother at first, but after a couple of bites, he began to gradually adapt. After finishing one bowl, he asked me to add half a bowl, and seemed to be eating very comfortably. As he ate, he asked me, “Mom, I remember you used to feed me like this when I was little! I remember you used to feed me like this when I was little, right?”
I smiled as I reminisced about the past and said, “That’s right! At that time, your father was always traveling, so mom and dad sent you to grandma’s house, so that grandparents could take care of you. But you always refused to eat the food fed to you by your grandmother, and you had to be fed by your mom every time. Later, grandma saw you really can not leave mom, persuade mom to leave her job without pay for a period of time to take care of you at home, then ah, you are like now, every day with your mouth wide open ” ah! Aah!” You were just like now, with your mouth wide open every day, calling for your mom to feed you, and now you’ve grown up. Now that you’ve grown up, mom has to beg you to feed you again. My son smiled and continued to eat. Only after he finished eating did I pick up my own rice bowl again and simply ate a few bites with the leftovers.
After the meal, Yang Yang was not in very good spirits because he had suffered a lot of shock during the day, and he looked a little disheveled. I told him to take an early rest. The child obediently obeyed and went to his room. In the living room, only left after cleaning up the dishes, also physically and mentally exhausted, I watched a little TV alone, my heart is always unsettled. I couldn’t let go of the short-lived excitement I felt when I fed my son. It looked like my old habit was back, so I licked my dry lips and secretly called out my name, “Wang Yan! Wang Yan! Your husband is coming back tomorrow! Just bear with it. How can masturbation feel better than real sex? Endure today, and you’ll definitely be more passionate when you do that with your husband tomorrow.” On the other hand, I also know, because today my son to me this old mom showed a long time close, awakened not only my years has been buried up deep kind mother love, at the same time deeper deeper in my heart some evil ideas.
I mentally bully myself for a while and try to find something to do in order to distract myself. Suddenly I remembered that when I came out of the hospital, the doctor had also prescribed several packets of Chinese medicine for Yang Yang. Busy looking for it, took out a dose and went to the kitchen to decoct it, poured it into a bowl and gave it to my son.
Yang Yang is lying on his side in his bed, holding a comic book with one hand with difficulty and reading intently under the lamp. He never had the habit of unlocking the door, so much so that when I walked softly to his side, he only realized it with a start, sat up and closed the comic book, put the book behind his back, and asked with a smiling face, “Mom! What are you doing here?”
I glared at him, put the bowl containing the decocted Chinese medicine on the desk in front of his bed, and said with light anger, “Reading comics again! Your hands are like this, and you’re still flipping through books! You really have the spirit to read, look at your English textbook, okay?”
“Mom!” My son blushed and argued, “Usually I rarely read comics anymore, it’s rare to have such a few days off, and I don’t always read them, I’ll review my homework on my own during the day tomorrow! Don’t worry!”
“Drink the medicine first!” I signaled my son to drink the medicine, and looking at his worried face by the bitter medicine, I was busy pouring him another glass of water to suppress the bitterness. Then picked up the medicine bowl and walked outside while scaring him, “I don’t care, anyway, tomorrow your father will come back, let him know that you only read comics every day and don’t review your homework, let’s see if he doesn’t tear all your comics!”
Realizing I could scare him with his dad, I didn’t expect my son to just make a face at me, still unimpressed. All I could do was sigh and walk out of his room.
The turn of the day is the weekend.
I woke up early in the morning and was excited. My husband, who had been away for a week, was finally coming back. Yesterday on the phone, this deadbeat wants to eat dumplings, early in the morning, I went to the market to buy meat stuffing, prawns, ready to make him his favorite dumplings filled with three kinds of fresh food in the afternoon.
Yang Yang, on the other hand, is visibly uncomfortable because his dad is coming back.
After lunch, I was busy starting to work on the noodles, mixing the filling to prepare the dumplings. Yang Yang, on the other hand, found an excuse to go to the library and hurriedly slipped out of the door. I know that he is afraid of his father to come back to scold him for carelessness, and can not take care of things, so go out to hide from the wind to take a break, so I did not say anything and let him go. This child loves to read, usually either bubble library, is to visit bookstores, his learning is beneficial to the place we couples are not much against him to go.
As the sunlight from the balcony window was reflected into the living room, it was late spring and early summer. It was late spring and early summer, and I was already sweating in the living room as I stood alone at the table, making dumplings for my husband.
I am afraid of heat by nature, today I wore a yellowish skirt underneath and a moonlight white short-sleeved T-shirt on top. Because I was afraid of trouble, I didn’t wear my favorite flesh-colored stockings, but bare two white cute feet, slipped on a pair of pink slippers, casually pulled my long hair into a ponytail in a housewife-like manner, and was working hard, from time to time raising my arm to straighten out a strand of long, un-pulled-up hair that had fallen in front of my eyes due to the lowered dumpling skins, or to wipe the sweat from my temples.
I was just halfway through wrapping my dumplings when the door to the house opened. My long-lost husband had finally come home.
I could not hide the joy in my heart, regardless of the hands of flour has not been cleaned, busy to meet, to embrace her husband. Although just a few days, but for some reason this time my husband traveled, I feel like a day like a year, physical and spiritual dual desire for him, simply can not be described in words. My husband is my spiritual support. Although almost every night I fantasize about some unreal and even sinful ideas, to achieve psychological satisfaction, but I know that these thoughts that I can not talk about are simply sinful, although I know that I can not easily get rid of this kind of lingering sinful ideas in my heart, but I have always been convinced that this kind of sinful ideas are all because of my physical desires do not get a complete catharsis and produce. As long as my husband is by my side, with his incomparable energy, and my love for him for many years as a support. Will certainly let me in the physical pleasure, those who recently suddenly appeared to make me deeply ashamed of sinful thoughts firmly suppressed. At the same time, I also hope that from now on, I will no longer think wildly, abandon their own excuses, and my husband and the real spiritual and physical union, in order to purify their own hearts.
With all the good thoughts, I threw myself into my husband’s arms. But before I could say anything, I didn’t expect my husband to open his mouth and curse, urging me to help him organize his clothes.
” Fuck him! I’ll do all the hard work! Yanzi! Get me a few more sets of clothes, socks and underwear, and see how much cash we have at home, get me more, I have to leave soon!” My husband didn’t even change his shoes, he just gently wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me away to the kitchen.
I followed and asked, “What’s wrong? Just got into the house, where else are you going?”
“Also go to Nanjing! This time the project had a bad accident, I was the main person in charge, and I just went back to the company to be scolded by the old boss. The plan was re-set, and the company arranged for me to go to the construction site to supervise the progress of the project until it’s over! It looks like I’ll have to stay out there for a month or two!” Husband opened the refrigerator and rummaged out a few snacks, ate a couple of bites. Asked, “Where’s the son?”
“Finished lunch and went to the library. Should I call him back?” I went into the bedroom to my husband to pack a suitcase of clothes to go out, while all the cash in the house to find out to him, see him full of fatigue and beard, the clothes on the body is also unkempt. Heart also can not help but some heartache, think of just husband and wife get together and then have to separate, the heart since the boss is not willing. Gently with a hand stroked her husband’s black face covered with mud, with tears tenderly asked: “What time to go? If you can make it in time, eat the dumplings I made before you go.”
My husband looked at me with guilt and warmth in his eyes, wrapped one hand around my waist, grabbed my hand that was caressing his face with the other, and gently kissed me on my hand whispering, “Yanzi, I’m not at home, take good care of yourself!” Said full of deep feelings and I began to kiss. Our couple’s tongues in each other’s mouth desperately stirring, he gently let go of holding my hand, began to randomly in my chest rubbing up hard.
Because the bra I wore had no sponge padding, I could not help but let out a low, “mmmm” as my husband rubbed my breasts hard through his shirt. I snuggled into his arms, kissing my husband’s stubble-covered face back eagerly while lifting my left leg and rubbing it skillfully against my husband’s crotch with my bare knee exposed by my yellowish skirt. Hubby’s cock through the pants by my snow-white crystal thigh rubbing seems to have already started a physiological reaction.
“Come on! Husband!” I whispered to my husband in a winking voice, but there was a strong desire in my eyes. After a few days of emptiness, if I didn’t take the opportunity of my son’s absence to have sex with my husband, my usual masturbation would not be able to eradicate my sinful thoughts, and my husband seemed to me to be the most effective cure for my empty and agitated heart. Because of this, after the small goodbye, the original appearance is not outstanding and now the husband is unkempt actually let me have an incredibly strong desire. A kind of different from the past, relying on my fantasies and masturbation to tease their nerves of the tease, but simply between men and women’s sexual desire in the surge.
“No time! I will have to catch the train, eat dumplings time are not, and then again in broad daylight, a moment Yang Yang back and then see ……” Husband also want to argue what, but suddenly found himself has been impatient I do not know when I unzipped his pants, one hand into his crotch and pulled out his big cock jerked! Jerked, not waiting for it to become fully erect, I squatted down and began to greedily use my mouth to contain a large mouth.
“Ahh!” My husband let out a low growl of comfort and, without further ado, held my head and pumped his cock hard in and out of my mouth.
Probably business trip in the past few days husband did not take a bath, black thick cock stench incomparable, I contain in my mouth only sip twice, by the husband’s genitals secreted the stench of incomparable nausea. But my husband can not afford to put the cock into my mouth turtle head by the strong suction stimulation of my mouth, still pressed my head hard, happy to put the cock one by one, one by one in my mouth pumping. Oral stimulation not a lot of effort to make the husband has an erection hard.
I tried to push my husband’s large hand on my head away and after a few dry heaves and a moment of nausea, I stood up and pulled him into the bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I rolled onto the bed with him in a fierce embrace, groping each other’s bodies for a while while exchanging fervent kisses on each other’s faces.
Husband’s rough right hand in my skirt under the snow-white smooth inner thighs gently touch, suddenly a hand of my white silk panties pulled down, along the hand along my bare thighs into my skirt, with two fingers along the edge of my pussy in the clitoris back and forth sliding a few times. Found that the touch is warm and wet, but could not help but laugh at me, “wife, you can be really slutty, I’m not at home for a few days, just so touch a few times you spring?” Said her husband unlocked the belt, the pants and underwear to the knee, holding up the mouth of me to contain the drenching has been hard and rising big cock, climbed on me with his big black stinky cock on my white legs a burst of chaotic arch. With a look of anxiety, while waiting for my permission, he took off my panties for me that hadn’t been completely stripped off by him just now and threw them to the side.
I pouted and punched him a few times, while pulling my skirt up above my belly, spreading my legs apart to reveal my naked private parts, reaching down and holding my husband’s big cock and rubbing it back and forth, guiding him to push his glans against my pussy while urging, “Don’t talk so much nonsense, don’t you have a train to catch? Hurry up! Or else Zi Zhen will be back in a while!”
“My little slut! I’ll fuck you to death!” Husband harrumphing and lying between my legs by me to guide the penis gradually inserted into my lower body, hot hard cock in my wet pussy slightly stopped, seems to be looking for that long-lost feeling, suddenly my husband yelled, began to pull up the gun on the horse, began the conquest of me.
Without too much passion or excess shyness, we, a couple married for many years, began our familiar sex life in the late afternoon of this weekend. What we sought from each other was pure carnal pleasure. My husband almost never let me down in this regard, his black hard cock pumping away at my beautiful cunt, which had been empty for days, while I wriggled my lower body to actively cooperate with his fucking, and soon we were both sweating and panting.
“Yanelle! How’s it going? Hoo…… I’m going to cum!” Her husband was getting a little too supportive, pumping faster and faster and sweating more and more.
“En…… people want more! Harder! Hubby! Come again! Ah …… that’s it! Again!” Husband’s glans every once in a while, I don’t know how that one time, it pushed against the opening of my pistil-like uterus, every time that stimulating feeling came, I couldn’t help but give a jolt, screaming for joy, for a while I was gasping for breath, a pair of soft breasts undulating up and down along with the rhythm of lovemaking, I was wriggling my waist even more vigorously and used my pussy, which was already drenched in juices, to lasso my husband’s prick which had become more and more swollen due to rapid thrusting, while letting out comfortable cries of pleasure. I let out a comfortable grunting sound.
“I can’t! I really have to go! Ah …… ejaculated!” My husband probably still couldn’t let go of his job, and this time he actually cummed so fast. So much so, that I surrendered before I could have beautiful visions of my orgasm approaching as I had in the past, which slightly disappointed me.
But there is no way, I still wrap my arms around my husband’s fat waist, let him lie on top of me motionless will be full of deep love semen all shot into my body after. And he kissed and kissed, has been waiting for him to completely ejaculate the sperm completely wait until the fulfillment, which only slowly from each other’s body between the separation.
Perhaps because of the loss after sex, or after a short period of pleasure, the pain of separation of husband and wife will continue to accompany me, a moment that I find it difficult to accept. After the intercourse, I got up from the bed without saying a word, wiped my dirty lower body with the paper towel on the bedside, put on my panties again, straightened out my husband’s wrinkled dress and ponytail, and looked a little bored, frowning as I leaned on the bedside. A silent look and just a moment ago in bed in the sound of joy, eyebrows and sheepishly I was a complete contrast.
Seeing my pathetic appearance, my husband, who was already dressed, came to my side and held my shoulders and was about to comfort me for a few moments. Suddenly, I heard a faint sound of the door opening outside: my son was back!
I hurriedly pushed my husband away and whispered, “Yang Yang is back!”
My husband heard it too, and was busy heading for the living room, and I hurriedly got out of bed and put on my slippers to follow.
“Dad!” My son lowered his head and came in and saw that his husband was coming out of the bedroom, his expression seemed to look unnatural, but because he felt that he had done something wrong and had been afraid to face his father, he didn’t care that there was anything wrong with us as a couple, he just asked in a small voice, ” You just came back? “
“En!” Sweaty husband looked at his son who just ran back from the outside with the same sweaty and hanging an injured arm, and said to him in a rare gentle tone: “Yang Yang, Dad can’t stay at home this time, he has to go to the construction site in Nanjing right away, and this time he has to go for a month or two, listen to your mom at home, don’t make your mom angry, understand?”
“Just got back and you’re leaving? In such a hurry?” My son asked his husband, puzzled, as he threw his school bag full of books he didn’t know whether to borrow or buy all, or books, onto the couch.
“Yeah, there’s been an accident on the project over there, we have to rush now. You remember my words, don’t make your mom angry, listen to her in everything, I’ll rush back to see you guys halfway through the day when I have time, if I come back and your mom complains to me, let’s see how I’m going to clean you up!” With that, the husband’s tone changed to the stern tone he usually used with his children.
” Got it! Dad, you take care of yourself at the construction site. I’m here at home, don’t you worry!”
“The boy! And you! You can even break your hand running, how is it, does it still hurt?” The husband was so touched by his son’s words that he took out 100 dollars and handed it to his son.
“Ouch! It was midnight last night before I fell asleep!” My son took the pocket money my husband handed me. No longer so intimidated by dad.
“Get well, don’t spend money recklessly and don’t be angry with your mom, study hard and don’t delay your homework. Dad will call you often. By the way, in that pocket over there is the Nike shoes that dad bought for you, try them on later. Well I have to go,” said my husband looked at me, the eyes look reluctant to give up, apparently there are a lot of sweet words from the husband simply can not say, but to separate immediately, so that his heart is slightly sour, but this sour feeling I have not it? And as a woman, I only more intense.
My son and I helped my husband carry his luggage all the way to the entrance of the neighborhood, and watched him get into a cab to the train station before we, mother and son, went back to the house relatively speechless.
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Thank you all so much for putting up with my slow updates. I’ll aim for a chapter a week from now on.
The difference between Wang Yan and Zhang Lin is that Zhang Lin is a real virtuous woman, and the humiliation she feels when she is subjected to H is from the bottom of her heart, and it is only because of the outside world’s compulsion that she can experience the pleasure of sin.
Wang Yan was a slut to the bone, and while she could feel the shame of the outside world just as strongly, she was more likely to turn that shame into excitement to experience it.
Honestly writing this made me realize that the Zhang Lin series is really failing, not to mention the large space for plot breaks, but also the complete failure to grasp the core of it. I’m picking up Wang Yan’s story this time, so hopefully I can make up for it.
Last time when I was preparing to write Zhang Lin I originally wanted to write a bigger scene, so I ambushed a few people in front of me and prepared for a big messy intercourse. However, because of a friend’s secret that I wanted to read a simple messy article, I gave up a large part of the content, and made the article very incoherent. This time, I wanted to write about the son, the mother, and the father. A hidden incest story about a family of three, but then a friend suggested I add more characters and make it more lively. Awkward!
Honestly if I hadn’t had Zhang Lin’s failure in front of me probably I would have compromised again. But this time I said to myself that I won’t! Everyone about the details of the suggestions I will be open-minded to take, affect the plot of the setting brother I will no longer soft ears.
The framework for this article has been laid out, to make a long story short. But because I tend to good women to follow the guidance, even if the slut does not want to fall at once. So friends anxious to see the main topic of the messy article again let you down, this time another piece of padding.
Ha ha!
But to make up for the lack of meaty scenes, a quickie between the couple has been added this time. To prevent the concern raised by some of my friends who were afraid of it becoming an erotic text with a bland narrative.
Dude my heart is still set on writing H-literature.
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Beautiful mom Wang Yan’s story (6)
Perhaps because my husband had been on a long business trip, my son had not been very happy since his return. Their father-son bond is actually very deep, but they are just not good at expressing it to each other. The only thing I could do as a mother was to continue to make dumplings and comfort him at the same time. On the surface, although I look like I’m used to my husband’s business trips, but in my heart, why wouldn’t I want him to leave? Especially with this damned guy that rush some intimacy, but also let my emotions all afternoon in a state of excitement, seem to have nothing to do as if.
Seeing that the dumplings are about to be finished, Yang Yang suddenly remembered the sneakers that his father left for him when he left, dragged a hand with limited mobility, clumsily opened the box, took out the brand-new sneakers and sat on a chair with his butt intending to try them on, but how could he not get it right with his left hand, so he could not help but pout.
I saw him at the side of the effort, smiled and shook his head, cleaned up the flour on his hands and walked to his side and bent down to help him gently put his shoes on, and was about to tie his shoelaces for him again, suddenly realized that he was squatting because of the edge of the skirt has dragged on the ground, busy stood up and tugged on the corner of the skirt, lifted the skirt up to the thighs above the only then squatted down to tie the shoelaces for his son again.
Just tied the shoelace of the left foot, I woman with a sharp intuition suddenly felt an inexplicable wrong, subconsciously raised his head, but found that my son wearing shorts crotch seems to have a small rat in the squirming, gradually bulging a large piece. I again to tilt my head up to see my son’s face, but met my son’s two hot eyes, in the thief secretly glanced at me because I lifted up the skirt and exposed the two snow-white plump thighs.
The moment our gazes met between mother and son, we were so shocked that we couldn’t help but turn red in each other’s face. My son was busy turning his gaze to the side, while I hurriedly lowered my head again, subconsciously using my arms to try to cover my beautiful legs that made men think about me, hurriedly tying the remaining one shoelace for him, and hurriedly standing up to let my skirt cover myself.
For a moment, neither my son nor I knew what to say.
After a moment of silence, it was me who took the lead to break the silence and said to my son with a smile, “Yang Yang, you can see that your father really has a good eye! These shoes really suit you!”
“Yeah?” My son responded in a small voice, stood up and took two steps, then lifted his leg high and hard to try the landing, also satisfied, “Eh, it’s comfortable to wear, too.” After that, we were silent again, mother and son, relative to each other.
My heart is in turmoil. I did recognize that as a perfect woman I was attractive to men. And as I grow older, I have long since changed from a simple aversion to the erotic gazes of men when I was a teenager to a gradual acceptance of such gazes. In my opinion, the fact that I can still be scrutinized by men with this kind of gaze when I am past middle age shows that I am still very attractive to women. Even if I still have a sense of disgust, the gaze that is desired and even somewhat admired by the opposite sex does satisfy my vanity as a healthy woman, and thus generates a not-so-small sense of pride and self-importance.
But this time, I was welcomed at home with such a heart-stopping gaze in my son’s eyes that it really left me a bit at a loss for words. Because as an understanding woman, I knew very well that my son’s gaze was more than mere curiosity about the female body; the erection in his lower body had clearly betrayed his thoughts. What frightened me, however, was not my son’s sexual impulses. Although the very fact that my son had sexual urges towards his mother was enough to surprise a mother. But what really sent shivers down my spine was the fact that I was actually looking forward to my son’s sexual urges. So much so that I can’t even tell at this moment whether my own action of getting up and lifting up my skirt was intentional or unintentional.
Mother and son continued to be silent for a while relative to each other, or I broke the silence. Turning around while packing up my things, I said, “Mom is going to cook dumplings for you, take a break.” With that I walked towards the kitchen.
“Mommy!” My son suddenly whispered to me.
“What’s wrong? Yang Yang?” I asked, twisting my head.
“Mom ……” Yang Yang’s little face was suffocatingly red, and it took half a day’s effort to say, “Why aren’t you wearing stockings today?”
Upon hearing this, my face swished red again. Mentally, I hesitated for a while as to whether I should get angry or not. But then I looked at my son, hanging by a broken arm, his face also red with shame and not knowing what to do. Somehow, I can not be angry with him, at the same time this question asked my heart numb, I try to maintain the dignity of the mother, but not lose the tenderness of the said: “Today, mom does not have to work, home on vacation to wear what stockings ah? Why do you ask such strange questions? Do you want your mom to wear stockings all day long?”
My son nodded stupidly and mouthed, “You look just as beautiful with or without stockings, mom, but you look even better in them.”
“Silly boy!” I reprimanded my son with a light anger, “What wearing stockings is more beautiful, what are you thinking in your head? Don’t talk nonsense in the future, quickly go to your room to review your homework, mom cooked dumplings and called you to eat.” Said, I turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen, my heart deer for a while wildly jumping: “Son this is to me to show what?”
My son appeared more nervous than I was, but as if relieved to see that I wasn’t throwing any major tantrums, he grunted some kind of ditty and went back to his room resentfully clutching his newly acquired comic book.
Perhaps feeling that the words were too much, or perhaps wanting to forget the ambiguous conversation of the afternoon, my son and I ate our dinner that night without saying anything more to each other than the necessary exchanges.
Just before I went to bed at night, I found out the flesh-colored stockings I want to wear to work tomorrow, and compared it with the mirror on my own snow-white thighs with a half set, and found that my plump thighs do still look more mature and dignified with stockings on. But the mirror of my face is red like a red cloth, and actually with a girl-like shyness. This makes me more or less a little surprised.
That night, I didn’t sleep well again. The realness of sex with my husband and the growing longing for my son stirred my thoughts deeply once again.
The next day, I re-dressed in my bank uniform stocking skirt and finished my chores as usual, rushing to the bank to meet the challenges of a new day’s work.
It was 2:00 p.m., the busiest time of the day in the past. But today I don’t know if I should say it was good luck or bad luck, but the machinery of the power supply bureau in the area where our bank is located broke down, resulting in a large-scale power outage. Since it would take half a day to make repairs, the manager decided to terminate the business early in order to make sure that there were no surprises in the work. We can go home from work early after we finish the accounts at hand.
This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As I watched the depositors leave our branch with curses because they could not withdraw their money, I couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, as I had been distracted by the crowd of people who had been working for half a day. God is really helpful, can let us this group of heavy work pressure of the small staff can be busy to steal half a day of leisure is really worth celebrating.
I didn’t have many accounts on hand, and it only took me half an hour to organize them. After a careful handover, my two colleagues and I happily left the bank to go to the supermarket together.
Two coworkers are young women who have just become mothers. At their age, they were busy picking and choosing at the supermarket, as they had an elderly family and a young one below them. My husband is not at home on business, both parents have their own homes, and only live alone with a son who is about to become an adult, so there are not many things to buy. I just bought some hygiene products and snacks and waited for them quietly.
Easy to wait until they bought a big bag after a lot of time has been wasted, walked to the cash register queuing up ready to check out, colleagues Xiaoli eye, suddenly saw the cash register next to the small shelf set up on the condom is playing 70% off, and took a box put into the shopping cart.
On the side, another colleague, Wen Wen, laughed evilly and picked up the box of condoms painted with the image of a fierce man from her shopping cart and looked at it, and teased in a low voice, “Aiyo, Xiaoli, I can’t see that you are quite a romantic! Jasper’s Colorful Rainbow Set? There are 7 colors in total? You and your husband are not idle every day!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at Rei from the sidelines as well.
Xiao Li’s face was slightly reddened, but after all, they were all very familiar colleagues, and everyone was all over the place, so although she blushed a little, she didn’t have a trace of shyness. Generous answer: “Yes! The one in our family is awesome in bed! So what? Wen Wen sister, I’ve never seen you buy these things, is your husband ……” said Xiao Li unkindly smiled at Wen Wen
“Stinky girl! Let’s see if I’ll rip your mouth off!” Shizuku laughed and teased loudly with Rei, no longer caring about anything.
“Stop it you two!” I whispered to them, “Look how many people are looking at you. You’re not young anymore, and you’re still fooling around like kids!”
“Yanzi!” Xiao Li broke away from Wen Wen’s pawing hand and turned to me for help “Look Wen Wen, she makes fun of me and bullies me when I buy a condom, do you care about her! You can’t stop her! Wen Wen said and secretly pawed her again.
“Okay Raven!” I frowned and tugged on Shizuku’s shirt, and the people in line around us were all looking at the two of them with interest at the moment. Along with me, my face was not looking good at all. Indeed, two young moms under the age of 30, dressed in neat bank uniform skirts, should give off a sense of dignity and stability. But these two guys are still like junior high school students in public because of the purchase of a condom fight is indeed too unseemly.
Wen Wen was pulled by me and finally collected herself, standing behind Xiao Li again. But her mouth was still not idle, and she asked Xiao Li in a low voice, “Xiao Li, didn’t you get an IUD after giving birth? What’s the point of buying condoms?”
Rei smiled slightly and said, “Use it, what for?”
After that, she pulled me and Wen Wen whispered in our ears with a voice that no one else could hear, “My husband and I have been married for almost three years, especially after giving birth to a child, I have sex with him always as if he can’t get enough. It’s not that he can’t last, it’s mainly because he has a sense of loss. Later, a cousin of mine who is studying medicine told me when we talked in private that I should try using a condom when I have sex with my husband in the future. At that time, I was also strange, but did not smell too much on the buy a box of condoms she said and her husband tried, hey, it really works. That time let me orgasmic desire to die, I wondered! We can’t satisfy me with the feeling of flesh on flesh, how can a layer of rubber satisfy me instead? When I asked my cousin later, she told me that my vagina had been enlarged because I had given birth. The previous degree of sexual intercourse has been unable to satisfy me, she suggested that I buy the kind of condom with rubber particles, lovemaking a grain of rubber like a brush can strongly stimulate the female vagina to obtain sexual pleasure is several times the previous, and there is also a point, because we are married for a short period of time of the woman, in particular, after the birth of a child on the uterus built-in contraceptive ring, do not have to worry about unwanted pregnancies, so it has been and her husband to take the condomless internal sex, gradually adapted after making love in the sex certainly no longer have the mysterious feeling of the past when they were in love. Try to use a condom, you can find a little bit of their husbands when they were young and shy when eating forbidden fruit, for women’s sexual satisfaction is also an effective stimulus. That’s why I buy a few boxes of condoms every now and then to spice things up with my husband.”
Shizuku and I couldn’t help but feel a blushing sensation as we listened to her mesmerized. In fact, we have become a mother’s wife in the husband what else can be demanding? Since we chose him to give birth to his children, we have long not cared about what he can give us the material life of the rich or not, couples really close to the heart of the life of a wife to her husband’s real needs only sexual requirements, the most primitive instincts only. That woman is not willing to sex life can be more beautiful and happy?
Wen Wen didn’t say anything when she heard Rei finish, she just ambiguously looked at Rei.
But I listened to a little bit of God, Xiaoli see me seem a little heart, busy ambush in my ear whispered to me: “Yan sister, you can try Durex passion suit. The rubber particles on top of the ultra-thin are also larger, so you can both feel your husband’s body temperature and have the most intense sexual stimulation. You are the oldest among our sisters, your need in this area is definitely stronger than mine, listen to me and try it!”
“Go! Nasty!” I blushed and laughed as I pushed Rei away, shamed her face and said, “You think everyone else is like you? Nothing else to do but that?”
Xiao Li giggled, put her arm around my shoulder and said, “You’re the one who’s hypocritical, love to buy or not! Wenwen-san, you do it!”
With that said, Rei walked over and put her arm around Shizuku’s shoulders and whispered in her ear again. Shizuku gently pushed her away and muttered, “No shame!” But as she passed the rack of condom boxes hanging in front of the checkout counter, she still picked them out and gently put one into her cart. It drew another round of whispered teasing from Rei and me.
After buying things, we went out of the supermarket to break up and go home. Along the way I sat holding the bag containing the things bought back from the supermarket, thinking about what Xiao Li said, which does have some sense. As a middle-aged woman with high requirements for sex life, her suggestion did scratch my itch. But in front of my little sisters, I have always been a mature and stable big sister, although these little sisters of their private chat of these dirty topics, I sometimes will also pick up a sentence or two. However, taking into account my age status, I have never taken the initiative to mention in this regard. Xiao Li and I talk about privacy issues in fact, I would like to tell her disappointed, my husband is not around, buy can not be used. But the words came to my mouth I still can not say out, for fear that they think I really to the point of like a wolf like a tiger a moment can not leave the man as if.
The bus was still lurching, and it looked like we were about to arrive home.
Getting out of the car, I walked slowly towards home with my shopping bag. I always feel that I didn’t listen to Xiaoli’s advice to buy that box of condoms, like missing something like upset. Suddenly inadvertently glance sideways, in front of me is a small drugstore. Standing in front of the drugstore, I hesitated for a moment, ruthlessly lowered my head and walked in.
The pharmacy was not big, and there were only two salesmen in white coats chatting. When I came in, one of the middle-aged male salesmen greeted me enthusiastically, “Welcome, may I ask, what are you buying?”
My face burned slightly at the sight of a male sales clerk greeting me, and I walked over to the birth control counter with my head bowed even lower, hoping that my long hair, which was spread across my forehead, would try to cover my face as much as possible. After searching carefully, I found the Durex Passion pack of condoms that Rei had mentioned and said in a low voice with my hand through the counter glass, “This one! Take a box!”
The male salesman looked at me smiled and pulled out the box I was pointing to, looked at the label and said, “35” and started to write a check.
I took out my money and handed it to him, and he walked over to the other female cashier and passed her the money and ticket, saying loudly, “Durex, 35, check.” My heart beat faster at the word “Durex”.
Instead of putting the box of condoms in my shopping bag, I quietly slipped it into my handbag. I don’t know myself why I risked the embarrassment of my heart by going into the drugstore to buy this stuff! Both my husband and I have not used this stuff again for over 10 years, just like all women who have given birth. I have also been using an IUD for birth control to prevent unwanted pregnancies. So that I can fully enjoy the pleasure generated by the collision of flesh and flesh with my husband without having to worry about getting pregnant again and undergoing the pain of abortion, but I never thought that a small condom can also bring more different pleasure to us who have adapted to the sex life, as Xiao Li said. What kind of pleasure is it? Although I was eager to experience, but my husband just traveled away. Even so, I still chose to buy it first, so that, perhaps at night before going to bed by me to take out one to play with may be able to play the effect of quenching the thirst of plums, right?
When I came downstairs, I looked at the time and saw that it was less than 4:00 p.m. In the past, at this time, I was still busy at the bank, sweating. In the past, at this time, I was still in the bank sweaty busy, today so early back I wonder what my son is doing at home alone?
Thinking to myself, I walked up the stairs. Took out the key and gently poked the door, slowly opened the door and gently took the door with me. I thought to myself that my son was probably still napping, and that he should rest more because of his injured hand, and I didn’t want to disturb him. I tried not to make too much noise as I walked. Into the living room, I put the handbag and shopping bag on the coffee table, wiped the sweat, ready to go back to their own room first this wearing a day of uniform dresses and stockings and high heels all change, change a light dress and then go to take a shower and then begin to cook dinner.
Just as I was about to head for my own bedroom, I suddenly heard a low, intermittent moan coming from my son’s closed room.
“Ah …… ah …… ouch! Ah……”
My son’s groan startled me, had something happened to his broken arm again?
Filled with a nervous sense of caring for my son, I didn’t have time to think about anything more, turned around and rushed to my son’s door in a few steps while pushing open the door of my son’s room that was never locked with force, and asked anxiously and loudly, ”Yang Yang! What’s wrong with you? Hand still hurts ……”
My words were only half asked before I was stunned raw by the sight before me!
I saw my son half-volted at the desk, the desk opened a 16-page comic book, the comic is a large close-up of a full-bodied middle-aged woman legs M-shaped, after the comic exaggerated female sex organs wet in front of my son’s eyes.
And my son’s appearance at the moment is even more ugly: his pants down to between his knees, crotch of the little cock in the bus aroused me almost a little bit of delirium is wet glossy high up, by the son with the right hand exposed in the broken arm cast outside of the powerless grip, his lower body like horny monkeys back and forth vigorously thrusting, seemingly happy and unable to extricate themselves, it is obvious that this brat’s moans are not at all caused by the pain of the broken bones. No wonder I heard his moans just now seemed to hide countless pleasure, just because the child is still small, and is alone at home, I simply will not go in this direction.
At this moment, because I pushed the door with more force, my son, who had been immersed in the pleasure of masturbation, was suddenly awakened!
He glanced sideways and I was looking at him with my mouth growing in surprise. The mesmerized expression on his face immediately shifted to eat, which then gradually changed to fear.
We mother and son looked at each other, no one knew what to say, it was as if the moment had come to the end of time, our expressions froze together, mother and son on each other’s faces were the same surprise, the same overwhelming shame.
As a mother, I knew that my son had already entered puberty, and I should have been prepared for this kind of thing. As a new generation of parents, when we were young, we actually had this kind of secret masturbation experience, but why did our parents never bumped into it once in the first place? Thinking about it now, maybe it’s not because of how cleverly we hide it, but on the contrary, it’s because of our parents’ good intentions. Even when they did, they hid it to make it look like they never knew. My husband and I have occasionally discussed this issue in the dead of night, and he has even said to our son that he would just ignore it if it happened to him. But why was I so reckless today? Obviously my son’s moans seemed so ambiguous, and I still crashed into his room like that! Is it just because Yang Yang grew up with a good and soft look that made me, as a mom, overlook the fact that he is also a boy and has normal physiological needs, and only care about his injured arm?
Maybe …… maybe ……
Also there might be another possibility, but that possibility I hope is just my own wild guess. Even speculation feels evil.
But no matter what I thought, I couldn’t help but be a little annoyed watching my son, a good boy who I’ve loved since he was a little boy, masturbate. Who could associate masturbation with such a sunny and handsome young man? It was probably a sin to even think about it, and he had just broken his hand! I can’t believe he completely ignored it, how would I explain to my husband if something happened to it! The more I thought about it the angrier I got.
My son’s genitals were still in his injured right hand, only gradually shrinking from the sudden loss of passion. It was the first time I had seen my son’s penis since he was in elementary school. I was looking at him angrily, but I inadvertently peeped at my son’s penis. Although my son’s penis was vigorous when it was erect, it had obviously not developed for a long time, and his pubic hair was not yet a few, and there was still a very serious circumcision, so it seemed to be developing later than his peers, which was a lot different from what I had imagined.
My son suddenly felt something wrong with my gaze, and it occurred to him that he was continuing to look that ridiculous and nasty. His face swished red. Busy stand up, let go of his own little cock, turn his body around so as to bend over and lift his pants with his left hand laboriously towards the matter, while saying sardonically, “Mom …… why are you back so early?”
At this moment, I have very complicated emotions, anger, shame, pity, love, a moment to rush to the heart, actually can not answer my son’s question.
There was another moment of silence, and although I had a thousand things to say to my son who had done me wrong, I couldn’t say anything. Maybe my husband was right, and I just didn’t know anything about it. My son, who is already timid, must be even more nervous than I am at this moment. Forget about it. Just pretend I didn’t see anything. Not saying anything is probably the best relief for him, but knowing that my son is addicted to masturbation, I will be more cautious when I go in and out of his room, so as to avoid any further embarrassment between mother and son.
Thinking about it, I just turned around silently with my blushing face down, ready to leave, and whispered, “Remember to lock the door later.”
Beautiful mom Wang Yan’s story (7)
“Mom!”
My son raised his pants and gave a timid yelp at my back.
“What?”
The blush on my face hadn’t dissipated yet, and in order not to embarrass both myself and my son, I didn’t turn around to look at him squarely, but only slightly twisted my head to look at Yang Yang out of the corner of my eye.
My son looked embarrassed and timid.
“Mom …… don’t tell Dad, okay?”
There was a pleading tone in his son’s voice, he knew very well that with his dad’s temper, he knew how terrible the consequences would be if he was known that he not only peeped at the pornographic comics but also learned how to masturbate.
I bowed my head and remained silent for a while, although my husband talked about how parents should avoid such things, but after all, I had already inadvertently bumped into it. Can we really not say anything to our husbands? On second thought, my husband did educate my son in a way that was a bit too harsh, and that is why my son was so afraid of him like a tiger. If my husband can really be more tolerant of my son as he said, then there is not much difference between telling him and not telling him. If my husband were to find out and get angry, then there is no guarantee that my son’s weak character would be scared out of his wits.
After thinking about it left and right, I felt that it was indeed better not to mention it in front of my husband, so I ruthlessly decided that it would be better to keep my son’s privacy for him.
“Then. You have to promise!”
I raised my head and looked at my son with my mother’s authoritative gaze, and said in a stern tone, “You have to promise that in the future, you won’t be allowed to masturbate again until you really can’t help it! And absolutely can’t do this kind of disgusting thing in the daytime when there are people at home! And even more so, you are not allowed to read those messy comics anymore! I’ll check your room later! Except for the textbooks, all the comics belong to mom! I’ll give them back to you after your college entrance exams!”
“Mom!”
My son pouted and protested with a pleading tone! “I know it’s wrong! Can’t I change it from now on? Don’t take away my comics! Okay?”
“No!”
My tone remained stern, “Your father and I have always taken you reading comics as a child’s hobby, who knew that comics had such unhealthy content! This time, mom won’t let you off the hook, look at what this garbage has turned you into! Don’t ever bargain with Mommy again! Or I’ll call your father right now!”
As soon as my son heard that he was going to call his dad, he immediately became honest. No longer asked me for anything, just looked at me with a disgruntled face.
I sighed and softly said to my son, “Yang Yang! You should know what mom and dad expect of you! Today, if mom hadn’t accidentally stumbled upon this, I shouldn’t have been the one to talk to you about this. But who let your father be away on a business trip! And he’s really hard on you in a lot of ways, and he’s also grumpy, so it’s not appropriate to talk about this kind of thing with your father-son relationship. So you should understand your mom! Now you are in puberty, the desire to know about sex, and even have sexual impulses are understandable. But you should restrain yourself instead of letting go! Especially these messy pornographic books and magazines, on the already stupid you even play a role in promoting the role. Mom decided to confiscate your comics for the time being instead of banning your future masturbation behavior, so that you can get away from these negative external factors and directly face your own desires to see if you can control them with your own will. I believe that you are already a big kid and you can control your behavior. But these things that affect your growth must be confiscated!”
“Mom! I only have so many yellow comics! Most of them are healthy, can’t you just confiscate the yellow comics?”
As soon as my son heard me, he started begging and softening me up again.
“No way! You’ve been using this as an excuse not to study properly because of your broken arm lately! This time mom must correct all your bad habits at once! Otherwise you’ll be on vacation for so long, how far behind the other students will you have to be in your studies?” I said decisively.
“Hmph!”
My son grunted in dissatisfaction, “He simply caught an opportunity to deliberately screw me!”
“Whatever you say! Mom has already promised to help you hide the fact that you masturbated to a pornographic comic, and you still don’t know enough? If that’s the case, you can call your dad later and ask him if I’m handling this the right way or not!” I smiled and threatened.
My son heard the joking meaning of my words and had to make a face and say helplessly, “Whatever you want! Who let me have a handle on you?”
A small storm that was so gently diffused by me.
After dinner, as I watched my son helplessly go to his room and open his textbook to revise his English, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug about how calmly I had handled the situation.
After removing an entire cardboard box of comic books from my son’s room, I couldn’t help but fret a bit. Where to put so many books? In order to prevent my son from peeking at them, I purposely set aside a small half of the closet and prepared to lock them all inside.
Everything is cleaned up, inadvertently, I casually open a cover very exposed yellow comics flipped, want to see what exactly the content of the son so shamelessly in broad daylight alone hiding in the room masturbation.
The book is called “Shameful Mother” and the Japanese style is quite beautiful. In it, the adolescent son is drooling over his beautiful mother, and step by step, he sets up a trap that eventually makes his mother a complete sexual captive.
Although just casually turn over, but a look, I can not help but a little can not bear to release the volume, read a while, by standing in front of the closet casually flipping, into lying down on the bed to read carefully. When I saw the cartoon of the junior high school son with not yet out of pubic hair of the small cock napping his and my age and the same demure and soft mother, I can not help but secretly dripping out of the lower body of the lustful water. No wonder my son was so excited to watch it! This is a beautiful incest manga. I can’t help it, but I’m a mature woman, so I can’t blame my son for being so uninitiated!
By the end of one comic, I was soaking wet in my pants. I flipped back to the image of my mother being raped by her son for the first time. Looked at the inside of the shy face to the side of the mother twisted her face to the side of the mother greatly spread his legs and let his son’s small cock in his own beautiful cunt rapid thrusting shouted out a big “Ah!” The word. Inside the heart is difficult to suppress the emergence of twisted sexual desire.
I lifted up my skirt, slipped my hand into my panties and began to stroke my clit. In my mind’s eye, I imagined that I was the one lying on the bed in shameful nappies, and that the one riding roughshod over me was the handsome little boyish son that often appears in the comic book teenage manga, who was now pumping his little cock into my wet cunt with a wicked grin on his face as he whimpered, “Mommy! Mommy!”
The orgasm from the masturbation had me in a state of ecstasy. I couldn’t help but respond, “Son …… son ……!” In a haze, the beautiful boy from the manga who had jumped on top of me and copulated with me had actually turned into a son! When I was shocked and tried to push him away, I realized that I had already climaxed and leaked my cunt.
The night was already heavy, and I sat up from the bed despondently, alone in the darkness. The book “Mother of Shame” still rested in my lust-stained, sticky hands.
In the next few days, my son really seemed to have behaved a lot, and that kind of dirty things really didn’t happen again. Every day when I came home, he was either revising math or reviewing English, and when he occasionally watched TV, he only watched sports and news programs, which made me feel quite happy.
On the contrary, I was peeking at my son’s pornographic comics every day. Every day, I have to masturbate when I see something strong. I can’t help it, my husband is not at home and I’m already lonely. And son’s comics are so sexy and touching incest stories, so that after reading my heart and body have a huge yearning, this yearning if not get effective catharsis, I do not know what to get out of the loophole it!
In any case, at least the family is apparently calm, the mother is kind, the son is filial, and the life is not bad.
It’s a new weekend in the blink of an eye.
The bank organizes a spring trip for its employees to a scenic spot in the countryside for two days. One family member could be brought along. I didn’t hesitate to sign up for my son and me.
During this period of time, my son has been shutting himself up in his room and studying hard, and his body is recovering well, but he just lacks outdoor exercise. I was afraid that he would be suffocated at home, so I had the opportunity to take him out for a walk and some fresh air, and after telling him about it, he was very happy himself.
At noon that day, among the green hills, I took my son to sit around a picnic with some close sisters. Basically, we all brought our children out to play. The bank is already full of women, so a group of small children will inevitably make a lot of noise and chatter.
Yang Yang sat down on the floor and sat next to me in a formal manner. I, on the other hand, took out my usual relaxed posture at the bank and helped open various canned food items with Wen Wen and Xiao Li while they were poor.
“Sister Yan! Your son is the oldest among our colleagues, isn’t he? He’s much taller than you! Little guy! What’s your name?” Xiao Ying, who was working on the opposite side of the room, asked with interest as she looked at her son, who was a bit overwhelmed by the situation beside me.
“Not at all! Old Sun, Old Chen, Sister Xu, their sons are all in college, and Manager Zheng, her daughter is getting married next month. My Yang Yang is only in high school, she’s still small compared to them! Yang Yang, this is your Auntie Xu.” I continued to work while making introductions for my son.
Ying is a newly transferred employee, the last two years, my son s studies are getting heavier and heavier, rarely go to the bank to find me, so the new transfer of a few colleagues do not know him. A few of them exchanged words and peeped at Yang Yang whispered and laughed about something. Yang Yang is a shy child, by a few middle-aged women with this ambiguous gaze staring more uncomfortable, face red a white burst.
“What are you guys doing?” After half a day’s effort, I managed to open a can of sardines and put it on the tablecloth laid out on the floor in front of me, and asked Ying and the girls with a smile, “Why are you looking at my son and smiling badly! What’s the plot?”
“Hee hee.”
Ying, Shizuku, and Rei couldn’t help but laugh out loud, leaving my son and I baffled.
“Sister Yan! We were talking about how your son is quite handsome!” Wen said with a smile.
“Cut! That’s! What’s there to laugh about?” I asked
“The more we see of you, the less you look like mother and son.” Rei interjected.
“Nonsense! How are we not like mother and son!” I fumed slightly.
“You didn’t understand, we’re saying that you and Yang Yang don’t look like mother and son at all, instead they kind of look like siblings. He looks too much like you.” Ying said as she picked up a drink and took a sip.
“My own son, of course he looks like me! Don’t talk nonsense! What siblings? The child is sitting right here! Nonsense!” Although my mouth complained, my heart was still sweet after hearing my coworkers’ compliments. Listening to them, I really don’t look old at all!
“We’re not talking nonsense. Who doesn’t know that you used to be a famous flower in our bank!”
Xiao Li continued to compliment me, “Look at you now, you’re in your early 40s, and your son is still standing together like a brother and sister. What a beautiful pair of golden girls!”
“The more you talk, the less you talk! Stinky girl!” I laughed and cursed as I picked up a chicken leg in a gesture to throw it.
“I’m saying this for a reason!”
Xiaoli smiled and raised her head to say, “Do you remember a few years ago, when our bank organized an outing, you brought your husband and children along? You know what we said at the time? Behind our backs, we all said that the whole flower was stuck in cow dung. Those who know, your family is a husband and wife with a son, while those who don’t know thought that the father was bringing his daughter and grandchildren! Now that Yang Yang has grown up, your husband didn’t come on a business trip, and if he had come this time, I guess people would have said that it was an old man bringing a pair of children out for an outing.”
“Haha!”
The coworkers sitting around couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Damn girl! See I tear not tear your mouth!” I red-faced rushed up half-true half-false to hit Xiao Li, although it is a very good friend, but in public by her so say my husband, I face really a little hung up.
“Okay, okay, stop it! Everyone hurry up and eat, you lesbians ah. Gathering together is just not a proper behavior, there are still so many children here, pay attention to the image!” Liu, the deputy manager on the side, couldn’t stand it anymore, and smiled to persuade us away.
What had been a happy get-together put me in a bad mood. My son glared at Xiao Li a few times from the side with a dissatisfied gaze. When he saw me return to his side, he couldn’t help but secretly shake my hand with his uninjured left hand, and I looked at my son, who was also looking at me with the same concern.
Later excursions, my interest sharply reduced, casually look at the scenery, and my son took a few pictures did not re-contact with Xiaoli more contact with them, from the heart of her not a small degree of mustiness.
In the evening, we took a bus to a local 3-star guesthouse for dinner.
Dinner is also noisy, but I am not in a good mood, obviously do not like to take care of those coworkers. Fortunately, my son has been with me, we mother and son from time to time alone to talk about some of the joys of this excursion, not too stifling.
Split the room cards after the meal.
Colleagues with no family members are sharing rooms with each other, and those with family members have one standard room for two people. Yang Yang and I got a standard room with card number 603.
It was a small, beautifully decorated and compact room, with the bathroom isolated by thick glass as you entered. Inside the room there is a large sofa, and then a wide double bed, a LCD TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed, not far from the bed is a floor-to-ceiling windows and balcony. I went up to the balcony, looking at the night of the countryside, lush mountain scenery, and the city lights are like two worlds, a wind from the opposite side of the mountains blew over, the air is particularly fresh.
“Yang Yang, come here and get some fresh air.” I called my son.
“I’d better take a shower after all that stinky sweat, I’ve been breathing fresh air all day today. I don’t feel very comfortable either! Walking that long way up the mountain is kinda tiring.” The son took off his clothes with seven hands in the house. Wearing only a pair of small pants, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.
“The boy!”
I smiled and shook my head, continuing to look at the scenery outside. The beautiful night color cultivated my bosom, and soon I gradually forgot the unpleasantness in my heart. Thinking about it, it is no wonder that Xiao Li speaks spitefully and meanly, her husband’s appearance is indeed very unworthy of herself, this point has been brought up countless times by people who are either familiar or strangers. I am today and why is it! Originally a very good outing made so unpleasant.
As I was thinking about it, there was a knock at the door and I opened it to see that it was Raven.
“Sister Yanzi! Are you still angry? You ignored us all the way to dinner, did you really take it to heart?” Shizuku asked with a smile.
“You guys are just talking out of turn, what are you talking nonsense in front of Yang Yang!” I muttered in dissatisfaction.
“All right! We were wrong! Good sister! We’re playing mahjong, we’re short of three players, why don’t you come over and join us?” Wen Wen begged.
“No go! I’ve been tired all day, how can I still have the strength to play mahjong! You guys go ahead.” I’m closing the door,
“Come on! Come on! Just eight rounds!” Raven begged as she took my hand and shook it back and forth.
“Really! There’s really nothing I can do about you! Then it’s a deal for eight rounds!” I compromised helplessly. Wen Wen was the youngest and prettiest among our sisters. I’ve always treated her as my own sister, usually when she begs me for something, as long as she’s so petulant, I’ll immediately compromise, except for maybe Yang Yang, I’m the least able to do anything to her.
“Yang Yang!” I shouted at the bathroom.
“What!” My son was washing his hair too late to say anything more.
“I’m going to go play a few rounds of mahjong with your Sister Wen Wen, watch some TV by yourself after you wash up and go to bed early, you hear me!” I cleaned up, grabbed my wallet and headed out.
“Got it! Mom, you come back early.” With the sound of rushing water, my son replied through the thick frosted glass in the bathroom.
When I arrived at Wen Wen’s room, Xiao Li, Xiao Ying, had been waiting impatiently, Xiao Ying was holding the dice and kept waving them around, when she saw me coming, Xiao Li first apologized to me for overdoing the joke at lunch, and after a few casual remarks, we all got busy scratching the cards.
I had a good hand that day, playing from 8 p.m. until nearly 1 a.m., winning four or five hundred dollars in a few hours. In the end, Xiaoying couldn’t stand it anymore and announced that the group was breaking up, so I went back to my room in triumph.
Because I knew it was getting late, I entered the door in the dark gently, afraid of waking up my son, who was already lying on the bed and snoring loudly.
I put my purse on the nightstand and pulled the wall light on, the two beautifully crafted wall sconces on the wall gave off a soft yellow warm light, and with the light I began to undress.
For the convenience of today’s excursion, I deliberately wore a pair of beige casual pants, tailored to fit the thin texture of the pants to my plump ass and panties outline incredibly clear. I unlocked the waistband down to fade pants, while my feet force each other to Nike brand shoes from the feet, and then sat on the couch and pants completely off on the side, under the soft light, I flexed up the two long and slender legs show white crystal luster.
Today I didn’t wear the flesh-colored pantyhose that I often wear, I only wore a pair of cotton white socks, took off my socks, I rubbed my fleshy little feet, after a day’s walking in the mountains, my feet were a little swollen and painful, and they were covered by the travel shoes that gave off a slight odor of sweat, I couldn’t help but frown and shake my head.
The temperature in the room was hot, my son had not turned on the air conditioner, and I was already sweating a little on my forehead in order to undress. I took off the white T-shirt I was wearing, and busily unhooked the flesh-colored bra underneath, so that my heavy breasts could get some proper relief. While removing the bra hooks, I inadvertently glanced at my son on the bed, who was facing me, tugging at the back corner of the towel with a heavy snort. Even though he was my own son, somehow I was still a little worried that he might suddenly wake up.
The room’s floor-to-ceiling windows are not closed, late at night in the countryside unique cool wind, from the thick curtains drilled to pick up, blowing on my sweaty body, so that after playing mahjong in the middle of the night restless I feel a burst of cozy. I used my hand to support the slightly sagging breasts in front of my chest shook, because of wearing a bra, the top of the wet and sweaty, I touched a tissue from the nightstand carefully wiped the sweat. Looking at my own plump and beautiful breasts, I was proud and shy at the same time.
After a little rest, I put on my slippers and headed for the bathroom in just a pair of panties. Make sure you take a good shower before bed.
The moment I turned to go, my sleeping son twisted and turned, his stiff body seeming to relax.
The bathroom lights came on and there was a sound of water spraying out of the rosette head being turned on. The thick translucent frosted glass door reflected my plump, slender figure in the light, bending over and curling up one leg as I gently removed my panties.
In the room, there was a lamentable sound, not loud, drowned in the sound of the rosette head fierce jet out of the sound of the water, a mind to shower and bathe I was unaware of the slight sound.
After taking a shower, I dried my hair, put on my panties and quietly came out of the bathroom.
Today is really too careless, even forgot to bring a nightgown out. Standing in the dimly lit room, looking at the bed is still huffing and puffing son, gently brush just blowing through the long hair not organized, I can not help but face a red, subconsciously with a hand to protect on the naked breasts, nervously biting his lips.
Originally, it was no big deal for a mother and son to share a bed. But my son’s growing maturity and handsome face always makes me want to get into trouble, and today so embarrassing not wearing underwear lying next to him, just think about it I can not help but feel a deer in the head of a wildly beating.
My son seemed to be sleeping soundly and I tentatively called out, “Yang Yang.”
My son didn’t react at all. It looks like he was tired of playing today and slept quite deeply. I secretly put a little bit of heart, thinking, as long as the bed, I will use the towel blanket tightly wrapped his half-naked body, tomorrow morning, get up early, rushed to the son woke up before the clothes should be fine.
Thinking of this, I am also really sleepy can not stand, tiptoe on the bed, gently lying next to my son, touched a bed towel quilt has been pulled up to the chin under the tight cover their half-naked body, this only two yawns, curled up into a ball of drowsy sleep.
Sleeping, I don’t know how much time passed, and in a daze I seemed to dream.
I dreamt that I was sleeping in my bedroom at home by myself, my husband was lying on my pillow with his hand resting on his cheeks, and was looking at himself tenderly, his gaze was full of the ambiguity of husband and wife’s tacit understanding of each other, and I couldn’t help but smile tenderly as I slept.
“Damn old Yang! You’re an old married couple, why are you still pretending to be so affectionate! You’ve been on a business trip for so long, what’s on your mind when you get back, don’t I know? Come on! Kiss me!”
I wondered in secret as I took my husband into the crook of my arm, pouting and waiting for him to dissolve the pain of longing in my heart with a fiery kiss. But my husband seemed to hesitate, no! That demeanor was not just hesitation, it was almost a fear of me!
“Look at your stupid face! Why don’t you come over? …… Lao Yang …… Lao Yang what’s wrong with you today?” I was surprised at the scowling demeanor my husband displayed.
In the past, every time he came back from a business trip, he was like a beast in heat, as long as no one in the house he will be eager to strip my clothes, with a near-rape way to give vent to the fire of desire that has been accumulated for many days. Husband to my love of single-minded, although often travel, but not half a bit of the experience of the dabbling with grass. So every time he came back to me hungrily, I would use all my tricks to satisfy his needs and respond to his loyalty to me. But this is the first time I’ve been as intimidated as I was today.
I silently called out in my heart for a long time, a trembling and sweaty big hand then responded, shivering and pressing on my breasts that were completely exposed outside the towel blanket because I rolled over, tightly covering the top of my breasts, but not daring to move at all.
“What’s wrong with you today? Why don’t you say a word? If you keep ignoring me, I’m going to get sleepy and go back to sleep!” I said in a daze with a sly grudge.
My husband did not answer my words. He just lay silently beside my pillow and continued to scrutinize my cheese-white breasts with a gentle gaze, and the hand that was caressing them began to move gently and somewhat.
“Nasty! Ignore you! Sleepy, I’m really sleeping!” I rolled over impatiently and turned my back toward my husband, in another trance. Vaguely, I felt that the hand that was touching my breasts was getting more and more unsteady. It was my husband who was tenderly caressing my firm nipples with his fingers, tickling me with comfort.
I gave a soft “Uh-huh.” I gave a little “mmm. A drowsy continue to sleep, while silently enjoying my husband’s caress on my nipples, in my impression, my husband has never been so delicate caress my nipples, rude he pinched my nipples every time as if to pinch out the cigarette butt like the same force. I have long been accustomed to his rude action of his sudden such a delicate caress can not help but greatly affected, began to indulge in the sound of comfortable grunts.
Perhaps my little moan spurred my husband on, and he stopped stroking my nipples, took a hold of my left breast, and began rubbing it with abandon.
What a wonderful wet dream this was! Even my husband’s caresses on my body seemed real!
Slow down! It’s not right!
Obviously it’s a dream, why does the feeling of my breasts being rubbed feel so real? It doesn’t seem to be a dream! In my sound sleep, I suddenly felt that something was wrong! Not only were my breasts really being played with by a man, but there was also a violent lurch in the soft double bed, as if the earth was trembling!
Is it an earthquake?
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and realized in a trance that I was holding my son tightly with his left arm on my back, while his big hand was holding my left breast and rubbing it restlessly.
I shook off my son’s arm with all my might. By the ambiguous light of the wall sconce, I sat up suddenly and turned to look at my son, who was supposed to be sleeping. He was lying on his side next to my pillow gazing up at me with mesmerized eyes. He was wearing only a pair of small pants, rolled up between his legs, pants exposed his not very eye-catching small cock straight at me high up, with a plaster cast on the injured arm is still awkwardly up and down with his hand back and forth jacking his excited cock.
Faced with this scene that I could never have dreamed of, I froze for a moment having just awakened from my spring dream.