They lived happily ever after, even though they didn’t have a father.
Without the unfortunate experiences that followed, they would have continued to live like this.
A physical examination revealed that my son had leukemia.
The doctor said that only a bone marrow transplant could save her son’s life, but there was no suitable bone marrow unless her son had a sibling. But her son was an only child and his father was no longer alive, so his mother was in great pain. She went to many hospitals, but there was nothing she could do.
She went online to look it up and there was no way around it.
Then an internet friend gave her an idea. The idea went on to save her son’s life, but it also completely changed the fate of both mother and son.
The mother wrote a letter to her son telling him what happened. The mother wanted her son to understand.
The son saw the letter, he cried, he wanted to live and understood what his mother was doing.
Fearing that her son wouldn’t know how to make love to a woman, the mother left her son a sex education CD.
The mother calculated the date of ovulation, and that night, she made a table of her son’s favorite meal with her own hands.
Mother and son ate and talked and drank a little red wine. The mother tried to make it as easy as possible for both of them.
After the meal, the mother first told her son to take a shower and then asked him to wait for her in her bed.
Mother also went and took a shower and entered the room wearing nothing but a robe.
My son lay there quietly, with only a table lamp on, the light was dim, perhaps only in the darkness could mother and son be more relaxed
Take off your clothes, the mother said easily to her son. Then the mother turned her back to her son and took off her robe. Lay down next to her son.
The son hugged his mother and said I’m a little scared. The mother didn’t say anything, just touched her son’s head.
Then she put her hand to her son’s lower body, which had swollen and was full in her hand, and it had been a long time since my mother had touched a man’s lower body, and the sensation was familiar and unfamiliar. Son big.
But the mother herself wasn’t ready, her bottom was still dry, and she still couldn’t get past it.
The mother took her son’s hand and put it to her private parts, and her son’s hand trembled a little, just gently placing it on top, not daring to move it.
Touch her, gently, the mother told her son.
The mother closed her eyes and imagined it was her husband, who had left her, touching her, and slowly there was a tiny flow of water in the dry river.
My son’s lower body jumped like it was about to explode.
You get on the floor, and your mother rolls over and kneels by the bed.
She knew that she could easily conceive in this position, and she didn’t want her son to see the look on her face.
Her son stood behind her, a little overwhelmed.
The mother took hold of her son’s lower body and put it to her private parts and put it in
My son suddenly felt his lower body enter a warm, moist place, wrapped tightly, a feeling like no other.
His heart was beating madly.
He’s bonded with his mother.
The mother felt that fullness again, that her son was really big and a man.
My son started twitching.
Tears streamed down her mother’s face as she was surprised by the pleasure she was feeling, and she held back from moaning.
Mom, I need to pee… The son’s lower body only twitched a few times in his mother’s private parts… it was his first time, after all.
It wasn’t peeing, it was cumming, cum, cum inside your mother, and as her mother finished the sentence, a humiliating pleasure hit her, and she had an orgasm, an orgasm that felt like the waves of the ocean.
The mother’s private exit wrapped tightly around her son’s lower body and kept twitching.
My son couldn’t control it any longer and the teenager’s first spurt of cum came out.
The son’s eruption lasted a long time. The mother felt as if she had shot to her heart.
Go wash up, Mother said.
The son left his mother’s body and went to the restroom.
The mother buried her face in the covers and cried.
She stayed in that position without moving, she didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to do anything.
Mom, I’m done.
The mother came to her senses as she threw on her clothes and headed for the restroom, her son’s cum dripping down her thighs.
When the mother returned, her son was asleep, and usually mothers and sons have their own rooms.
Today it was in the mother’s room. Mother felt so alone and helpless. She needs someone to sleep next to her.
She got into bed and lay down next to her son, cuddling him, neither of them dressed.
It’s just so strange between men and women, there’s a big difference between having and not having sex, even between mother and son.
Her mother’s long dormant desires were aroused and her body heated up again.
But she didn’t want to wake her son, and in this haze and ambivalence, she fell asleep.
Every day for a week after that.
The mother was concerned about the effect of the incident on her son, so she paid special attention.
There was nothing unusual about the son, and the mother and son’s time and interactions were no different than usual.
It feels like my son has been happier lately though, he hasn’t been in such a good mood since he found out about his condition.
Especially after dinner, my son was more excited and he was looking forward and anticipating the night.
The mother was both happy and worried, happy that her son was no longer depressed these days, and worried about her son’s interest in sex and in his mother. In the midst of the worry, the mother also had a hint of relief and confidence that she was still attractive to men, though that was something the mother was willing to admit.
You can sleep by yourself tonight, the mother said to her son at dinner.
The mother felt that after this week she should be able to conceive and that her son was too young to do this every day.
The mother doesn’t want to keep this up for fear that it will affect her son’s future.
Hearing his mother’s words, the son didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was disappointed.
The night was a lonely one for my mother, who lost sleep, thought a lot, and fell into a hazy sleep just as it was nearing dawn.
She had a dream in which she and her son were having sex in the snow, she was very cold, and suddenly a lot of people appeared around her, she wanted to scream but couldn’t, she wanted to push her son away but couldn’t make any effort, and her son still kept thrusting, she was very anxious.
That’s when she woke up.
She was cold because, well, her covers had been lifted.
She felt someone touching her privates and she forced herself to open her eyes.
She saw that her son was lying between her legs and her panties had been removed.
She tried to push him away, but she couldn’t seem to make the effort, and she kind of enjoyed the feeling.
Don’t do this, go back to your room, she was pretty much exerting all her strength, but her voice still sounded so small.
Mom, I want to sleep with you.
We can’t do this. We couldn’t help it the other day. We can’t do it again.
for what reason?
Mothers and sons can’t do that. You’ll understand when you’re older.
I don’t know if I’ll ever grow up, I love sleeping with you, just promise me that, I don’t have any joy left except for this, my son said as he cried.
The mother’s heart softened, yes, it must be very hard for her son to have such a disease, and if he can’t be cured, there will be no future.
She sat up, hugged her son, and cried together.
The son got on top of his mother, excited because it was the first time he could make love to her face to face.
He thrashed around impulsively, he couldn’t find the entrance, mom, his son called in a pleading tone.
The mother guided her son with her hand, and at the moment of entry, mother and son ah’d at the same time, the son in joy, the mother in relief.
My son began to twitch, he was always so impulsive, so fast and hard at first.
He wasn’t erupting as fast as he had the first time, and he was getting longer and longer lasting.
The mother couldn’t help herself, the first couple of times she could gag herself because she was kneeling on the bed, but now she was face to face with her son and she ah, ah screamed.
Mom, what’s wrong with you? My son stopped.
It’s okay, mom screams because she’s comfortable. Go on, don’t get tired.
My son began to twitch again.
The mother’s consciousness faded, she could feel nothing but the impact of her son.
A wave of heat came from her lower body and her private parts began to twitch.
Her son erupted, forcefully, and she felt the throbbing of his lower body.
She gradually came to her senses, her son tried to get up and she held him tightly, don’t move, hold me for a while.
Mother and son gradually calmed down and the son’s lower body withdrew from his mother’s private parts.
You get up and hand me my panties.
The son went to the restroom and the mother put her panties to her private parts, from where her son’s erupting fluids flowed out.
The shouting earlier had dried up my mother’s throat a bit.
She was a bit conflicted, she wanted her son to be happy and she got happy herself, but she knew it couldn’t go on like this forever.
She thought about the dream she had just had and she wrapped the covers around her body, but she still felt cold, and she hoped her son would come back soon.
The room seemed a lot warmer with my son back.
Mommy has a few words for you.
Oh, say?
I know young people who know this and love it.
nothing
suffix forming noun from adjective, corresponding -ness or -ity
oh (interjection indicating that one has just learned sth)
But you’re still young, you’re still growing, you can’t be unrestrained, it’s not good for your health.
I don’t care. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I just wanna be with you.
Mom will be sad if you do that. Behave, okay?
So what are you gonna do?
You sleep with Mommy two days a week, okay?
okay
Three days later, on a Friday evening, it was time for the date agreed upon with my mother.
After dinner, the son began to urge his mother to go to bed early, and the mother understood her son’s anxiety, and they were in bed before nine o’clock.
My son is as acute as ever, no rhythm, just impulsiveness.
Mother was also gradually infected by his passion. Coming, coming, the moment her orgasm hit, she forgot her identity, her inhibitions, and cried out.
The Saturday morning sun woke up my son.
The son saw his mother sleeping next to him; she was naked, like a baby.
The son had never yet gotten a close look at his mother’s body because they were all together at night.
The mother was the son’s first and only woman, and a woman’s body was marvelous to him.
He sat up and looked closely.
My mother was 38 years old, but the hardships of life had not left much of a mark on her, and her body looked like that of a young woman who had just been married.
My mother was slim, so her breasts were small and plump, with nipples like blueberries.
The mother was well proportioned, with long legs, not too big hips, and small, cute feet.
Mother’s got a little bit of fat in her belly.
The son, who had yet to see his mother’s private parts, gently parted her legs.
He saw it, for the first time in his life.
It had an ugly beauty, an evil sanctity, like a strangely shaped flower.
Mother’s private parts were almost hairless and clean. The large petals were slightly open, and the small black petals showed a shy nod.
His son parted the large petals with his fingers, the underside of the small petals were red and the stark contrast gave him a great deal of excitement.
There is a small protrusion where the two small petals come together.
He saw the sacred bower that had brought him into the world.
The flower had a magical attraction to him, and he couldn’t help but lean down and start kissing the flower.
The flowers are getting wetter and brighter.
The mother woke up, pleasure coming from her private parts, but she didn’t see her son.
She had never felt this way before because she had never been kissed on her private parts.
She found the source of her pleasure and she looked up to see her son kissing her obliviously between her legs.
Don’t, it’s dirty there, she said a little against her will.
The son looked up at her and resumed his kiss.
The sensations were getting stronger and she couldn’t help but moan.
This time the orgasm was even more intense, different from anything she’d ever had before, and she felt like she was going to die.
She pulled her son on top of her. Come on in.
Mother and son have become one again.
The mother feels an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and the son feels a warm embrace.
The winds stayed and the rain subsided.
Where did you learn that? Mother asked.
I didn’t learn from anyone. I just wanted to kiss.
Silly boy, there was a bit of gratitude in his mother’s tone; he had made her feel something she had never felt before.
The son felt that his mother was very gentle and happy today, and he decided to make her happy more often in the future.
The days passed quickly. The mother was pregnant. The mother was happy and worried, happy that she was finally pregnant with her son’s child and that there was hope for her son’s illness, and worried about whether the child’s bone marrow was suitable for her son and about the child’s future.
In fact, she should be more worried about herself right now because of the doubts and rumors that have been spread about her by her relatives, neighbors, co-workers, and friends.
As his mother broke the news to her son, the son was happy, he had renewed hope for the future, and he was accomplished because he was going to be a father. Reality had forced him to mature prematurely.
The mother intends to terminate her sexual relationship with her son, although the primal desires of her heart are very reluctant for her to do so.
She spoke to her son, but as before, she softened when she saw the look of disappointment, frustration, anxiety, and anger on his face. Her body softened when her son’s mouth kissed her private parts.
Sex was like a drug to a teenager her son’s age, and she could only give it now until her pregnant body couldn’t handle her son’s passion.
The day the child is born, the most nervous person is the mother, who worries about the child’s health.
The baby was born, a girl, and all was well with the child, and this was a great relief to the mother.
The mother’s mother, and also one of the mother’s best friends afterward, took turns caring for the mother, the son, and their daughter.
They didn’t know that their daughters were sons, and their mother told them they were artificially inseminated.
My son was curious about this new life. When there were no outsiders, he always hugged his daughter and asked her to call him daddy.
His mother told him he couldn’t, she was his sister.
They went to the hospital and had the child tested, the child was healthy and the child’s bone marrow was a good match for his son’s.
They began preparing for their son’s surgery.
The day before the surgery, my son offered to go home for the day. The doctor agreed.
They sent their daughter to her mother’s mother.
The mother understood in her heart what her son was thinking.
They hadn’t had sex in a long time, and after the baby was a month old, her son proposed a few times, but she refused.
But this time she knew she couldn’t say no again.
As soon as they entered the house, her son dragged her to the bed and they were soon naked.
His son’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the flowers that haunted him again.
He swooped in and cupped the flowers and kissed them.
The mother’s orgasm came quickly, when her son had just kissed the petals.
In fact, her heart had been longing for it, only reason and ethics had kept her suppressed.
The mother had already had two orgasms by the time the son entered her.
She forgot everything, she grabbed her son’s arm and shouted, Come on, come on.
The son was encouraged by his mother and became even more frantic, and his passion infected her.
They look forward to tomorrow and they fear it; they think of today as the end of days.
They hugged and flailed, their mother had never let go so much, and they kept twitching and shouting so much that they couldn’t even hear what each other was saying.
In a frenzy, they climaxed together, and the mother felt her son’s cum shoot into her heart.
Before leaving the house to go to the hospital, the son hugged his mother. I love you.
Silly boy. Mommy loves you too.
Mom, you have to promise me one thing or I won’t go to the hospital.
What’s up? Go ahead.
I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Mother was silent for a while, mom is old and can’t stay with you for so long, when you grow up, find a good wife to stay with you
I don’t. I just want to be with you. I’m not looking for anyone else. You’re my wife.
The mother looked into the eyes of her son, who was determined.
If you don’t promise me, I won’t go to the hospital.
The mother’s eyes were moist with tears.
My son panicked. Mom, don’t cry.
Mommy promises you that you will live a good life
The mom hugged her son tightly, and in this moment, she made a decision, one that she had hesitated to make for a long time, one that might break her heart.
The son’s surgery was successful and his recovery was quick; the son was anxious to be discharged from the hospital, which his mother did not agree to.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, his mother didn’t come to pick up his son, but his grandmother and one of his mother’s good friends, Auntie Zhang, did, much to his son’s disappointment.
Auntie Zhang told her son that his mother had to go out of town for some time before she could come back, and asked her son to go to his grandmother’s place for a few days first.
The son went to his grandmother’s place and found that his and his mother’s daughters were also absent, and the grandmother said that her mother had taken her daughters out of town as well.
The son called his mother and his cell phone was turned off.
The son was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do but look forward to his mother’s return every day.
Time always passes slowly for my son.
There had been no news of her mother. She went to ask Auntie Zhang and she had no news of her mother either.
He could only wait.
He has been doing well in his studies, he went to college, the school is out of town.
In college, many of his classmates fell in love, but he didn’t, he couldn’t forget his mother.
He had things on his mind, but he couldn’t talk to anyone about them, he chose the internet, he started chatting online, he wanted to find someone to talk to.
He doesn’t like interacting with people his own age, and he prefers to go to chat rooms like Midlife.