36 year old mature woman seduces her young son (very delicately written)

Minnie, I’m sorry.

I was simply a little overwhelmed, second time, second time since I had slept with him that Wilder had not been able to get an erection.

I was seventeen years old when I met Wilder, and I was in my second year at a nursing school in the city. That weekend home will somehow and his motorcycle collided, and the injured actually not me, in order to avoid me, Weide will drive into the river, and he emerged from the water quickly swam ashore, just to see if there is no injury to me, the result is that the leg was sassafras broken a little skin I was actually covered in blood he cried in fear, he rushed me into the hospital, I’m not a matter of fact, but he was stitched up with six stitches.

That year Wilder was 23 years old, there is a pair of bright eyes and two slender legs, then he just finished college in this city, studying civic architecture, but he could not get the appropriate work, he went to sea, to help a contractor from the south to run the building materials.

A few days later, Wilder went to my school and bought a lot of our favorite snacks at that age, saying that he had scared me that day and came over to give me some peace of mind. I saw that he was still limping a bit as he pushed his motorcycle along.

Just like that, he came over every now and then to weigh me down, and every time he came he didn’t come empty-handed. It didn’t take long to spoil me.

When I was eighteen, I gave him my first time in his rented cabin.

Not long after graduation the following year, I couldn’t help but marry him, and I was pregnant with Weevil. Despite how strongly my parents, who were teachers, opposed our union, they were dumbfounded by the fait accompli.

When asking my parents to marry me to him, Wilder was supposed to be outstanding. He said he wanted me to have no regrets in my life, only joy and happiness from then on. And at that time I was pure and simple, I would have wanted nothing more as long as I could be with him whom I loved.

After Wei Wei was born, Wilder desperately tried to fulfill his promise, and he did.

A few years later, he had his own building materials company, followed by his largest building materials market in the area.

Our house has changed from being under my parents’ roof to a villa on the outskirts of town, and the little motorcycle that hit me that year has been replaced several times to a big Mercedes.

What especially satisfied me was that he didn’t change his love for me because he was rich, and he repeatedly told me that if he had to choose between his career and me, then he would rather be penniless than give me up. Those words have touched me to this day.

He did do the same, no matter how busy he was or how much he socialized, as long as he was local. He would never stay out and would return to me and my son as late as he could. He said he couldn’t bear to leave me alone. There is a more important reason, that is, he wants to make love with me, he said he likes to make love with me.

Frankly, I was quite intimidated by this human affair between husband and wife for the first few years of our marriage. The first time Wilder entered my body, I felt like I was going to be torn apart by him. He coaxed me by telling me that all girls are like that the first time. But after the second, third and nth time, I still couldn’t stand it. But I couldn’t refuse his caresses. His hands and mouth were like magic, always making me willing to be in pain. Later, after the wedding and the girlfriends talk about this shameful thing only to realize that the reason is him. He is indeed too majestic and thick, so much so that my close friends are laughing at my husband so should be grateful. And I could only laugh bitterly.

The situation has improved after the birth of Weiwei, I gradually be able to adapt to his thick, perhaps the child’s birth process naturally the birth canal will be large, perhaps a long time by his hammering also slowly get used to. In this regard, my mother is right: husband and wife human affairs, but only pleasure, how can it be painful? It will get better as time goes by.

The first climax of the scene to the end is still vivid in my mind: it was in the micro weaning, I was in our hospital on the ring, nearly a month did not have sex with him. WeiDe some can not stand, just Shanghai has a building materials industry annual meeting, before this kind of meeting he is not to go, which time he said at home in the face of my color and flavor of the meal but can not move chopsticks is cruel, as well as go out and around. I can’t bear to see him every day with that huge thing on the bed with that huge thing to get up, let him go. I did not think that the original said a week on the end of the meeting has been open for two weeks is not finished, as if he has never been separated from him for so long as, I actually miss his giant. Late that night on the phone chatting with us are in love, when he said he is now alone in the hotel want me to think of my lower body expansion can not sleep, I seem to see him that I love and some afraid of things, dark as if in front of my eyes, I suddenly want to be good, all of a sudden, a lot of water gushed out of the bottom, I told him that I have water out of the bottom of the water when he was even more excited, and then he told me to describe us! Then he described to me all the times we had sex, and the more he talked the wetter it got and the harder it was for me to hold back, and I almost cried out, saying I missed him and wanted him.

He went home the next day and didn’t wait for the meeting to finish. He came back on the 9:00 pm flight. As soon as he walked in the door he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me furiously, and where it used to take almost half an hour of prelude before he could barely get into me I got turned on almost at once that day, and as he carried me towards my room I could smell the sweaty scent of his body, it was so mesmerizing to me. I could feel my cavity twitching and shuddering myself, wave after wave had never trickled out so much before. When he pulled down my panties, Wilder said he almost thanked God, saying that my pussy was swollen and unusually red, my entire crotch was covered in love juice, and the opening of my vagina was swollen and cracked.

That time, the first time I didn’t feel any pain when his huge, hard behemoth stabbed me in the bottom, just a feeling of fullness and fulfillment, the first time I dared to open my legs wide and hook them around his waist so he could get in and out in a big way, the first time I wrapped my arms around him and murmured in his ear as he pumped hard and told him I liked being fucked by him like that. Wilder said those were my exact words, and he said he almost died of excitement when I told him I liked being fucked like that by him. The orgasm came that way unobstructed. For the first time, I felt that men were so good, that men’s bodies were so strong, and for the first time, I felt that being a woman could be so comfortable and so pleasurable. The first time to understand the original man under that thing is really God’s best gift to women. That time I really felt a kind of heavenly feeling, I did not feel Weide’s ejaculation, because when he ejaculated my happy vaginal cavity had already been happily contracted into a ball.

Since then I’ve been obsessively in love with the best thing in the world. Almost every day it is my or his vigorous and burning love that wakes me up, and every night it is the same thing that puts me deeply to sleep.

Weed and I were like going through another first marriage and another honeymoon. We simply sent Weiwei to my mom’s place, and we were going to be completely alone. Weiwei was two years old, I was twenty-one, and WeiDe was twenty-seven.

In the years that followed, it was true to say that I was living in paradise. Every day I had to draw enough love nourishment from Wilder before I went to work, and my favorite part of the day was of course getting off work, coming home early to make dinner, waiting for my husband to come home, and at night, waiting for our son to go to bed early, and then it was time for our holiday. Wilder is capable of doing a lot of different things, and every position and every innovation can make me feel very happy.

But we all forget that people get old, yes, especially men.

Weed was all of sixteen, and looking at my husband, who was gasping for breath beside me, I could feel his fear and helplessness even though I couldn’t see his expression, and at this point I was still spinning around in a whirlwind of lust, my fire only just stoked while Weed went out. I forced myself to hold back the unbearable twinges and itches in my lower body. I hugged Wilder: It’s okay, husband, you’ve been too tired lately, and it’s been hot

I whispered in his ear, persuasively. My hand explored my husband’s crotch, the thing that had once made me so incredibly happy and proud was now completely shrunken, and though still massive, it was limp and limp, and my hand embraced it, skillfully latching on, squeezing and kneading. I was still hoping he would regain his virility, because I wanted to, and I was incredibly hard right now.

How could this happen? How could this happen? Minnie, I’m so scared. I’m really out of my depth right now.

It’s okay hubby, it’s okay. You’re just tired. Get some rest. I love you.

I gently squeezed and rubbed my husband’s flaccid penis with some disappointment.

Minnie, I’m sorry. I know it must be so hard for you right now. I’m sorry. Wilder is a little incoherent.

Honey, it doesn’t matter. It’s not every day you have to be a god, right? I love you, honey.

I almost gave up hope and kissed his neck softly.

Weide really tired, even fell into a deep sleep, but I opened my eyes wide, already the second time, last night was the same, as usual, we went to bed around eleven o’clock, Weide today is not in a good mood, a perennial supplier of Fujian businessman this time to give him a hard knife, all the wall and floor tiles and paints in the delivery of the work was inspected substandard, to the death of these materials have been used in the city The tallest building in the city. In addition to rework, compensation for losses, there is a protracted lawsuit to fight.

Wilder has been running around for days.

Once in bed I realized he wasn’t as enthusiastic as usual, I had urged him to say get some early rest, but Vader refused me with his hand, which was all too familiar with my body, and after a few slight tweaks on my lower body I was moist.

Look, wife.

Hubby pulled his finger out of me, it was splotched with watery wetness, and the sticky love juice was pumping out of him in a long shiny filament. Wilder brought his finger to my mouth, and I murmured, opening my mouth, sucking on his finger, and my husband’s mouth came up, our tongues entwining, the love juice salty with a lewd flavor that made my cavity twitch involuntarily. My hand explored between my husband’s legs, and he had an erection, a big, hot cock, which turned me on even more, and I rubbed that lovely huge thing, reversing my position and half-volting over him, pushing up my moist privates and rubbing them back and forth against his thighs.

Slutty bitch, it’s getting my legs all wet.

Hubby teased, arching his leg up a bit to support my pussy that couldn’t stop grinding there.

Honey, take it.

I blushed and whimpered. The slender hand grabbed the penis and wiggled it gently.

But I feel something is wrong, my husband’s penis has usually been hard as a rock, but today there seems to be some abnormality, despite the erection, but not the usual hardness, but at that time I already do not care about these, vaginal itching and swelling, wet and constantly dripping out. I wanted to climb on top of my husband, but Wade stopped me and smiled apologetically, “Baby, I’ll do it, it doesn’t seem to be very hard.

I blushed, lay back on the bed, spread my legs apart, wrapped my arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, It doesn’t matter, you’ll get hard as soon as you stick it in.

Is that so? Why?

Hubby laughed softly and ambled over to me.

I held the big thing and gently rubbed it back and forth against my wet, sticky pussy. I loved the feeling of my husband’s huge cock head rubbing inside my pussy lips, over my clit. I felt even harder, my cunt was as hot as if it was on fire.

Because I will pinch you and hold you tight. Good husband, come in.

I gasped, my long opened vaginal opening spitting out sticky love juices that couldn’t wait to be swallowed into my husband’s huge glans. I squeezed the root of his not-so-hard cock, and more blood rushed into the glans portion, and I felt the glans portion of the glans that was holding my vaginal opening open gain weight, and it was very tight and full stuffing the first half of my vaginal cavity. I couldn’t help but moan out.

Ah, good husband, it feels so good.

As my vagina was slowly stretched open. My depths became more unbearably itchy. I let go of my grip and wrapped my arms around my husband’s firm ass, gently pressing down hard for him to go deeper. However, the penis that was no longer held tightly by me seemed to have lost its weight all of a sudden, and it was only after my husband pressed his penis all the way into my cavity that I felt that the old feeling of being tightly stuffed and filled up was gone, and I couldn’t help but anxiously tighten the muscles in my lower body, wanting to feel his strength and thickness, but I was disappointed.

Honey, I can’t. I seem to be shrinking.

Wilder cried out anxiously. I too felt as if my lower body had almost nothing in it. Desperate with lust, of course I was not willing to do that, and I raised my head sharply and looked at my private parts. Oh my God, my husband’s penis was obviously all the way inside me. I tried to contract my vaginal cavity, still no use, still couldn’t feel him.

Don’t be in a hurry, husband. Come on, get down.

Looking at the anxious Wilder, I forced down my fire-like desire. My husband had just gotten off of me, and I shrank down and turned under his belly. God, what happened to the thing that used to scare me and then made me love it so much today. My husband’s penis had literally shrunk into a soft and fluffy mass and I held the flaccid thing and with little hesitation I opened my mouth and swallowed him. I’m not a big fan of oral sex, can’t say why, it’s just a little trick we occasionally play when we’re both aroused. My husband’s cock was covered in my sticky love juice, some of the secretions of a woman in heat that have that distinctive flavor, a flavor that always turns Wilder on, and I didn’t resent it. I carefully wrapped the tip of my tongue around my husband’s still large, if flaccid, glans and licked back and forth across the smooth surface, then I pursed my lips and took the softness in my mouth and rimmed it on his cock.

In the past when I had done this, my husband’s cock had been hard and huge, and had always filled my little mouth to the brim, making it almost a bit of a chore for me, whereas this time I was swallowing him completely with such ease. I lay on my back, my hands gently roaming between his belly, my eyes fixed on my husband’s, and I know I had a somewhat slutty look on my face at that moment, and my husband said that I was especially sexy and slutty to the bone after I had seduced him or been seduced by him. I used every action, look and feeling that I knew, or that we usually loved, that could arouse the desire between us, to wake up my husband’s senseless sexual organ, but I couldn’t do it after all. I can’t tell you how long it took until my husband apologetically cupped my face and removed me from his sex organ. I knew that this time he really couldn’t be aroused by me anymore.

We barely slept that night. I could hear Wilder rolling over all night long.

But today, we are repeating the same mistake.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the exertion. I had to admit that my husband’s body might not really be as strong and powerful as I thought it was. I can’t help but be afraid of what I’ll do in the future.

The next morning, my husband gave me a surprise. The night’s desire did not get released, which makes me sleep extremely unsound, I woke up early, habitually I snuggled into the arms of Wilder, a leg up to hang less his abdomen, I immediately felt that two days after the hard erection, I woke up, and subconsciously reached down, and, sure enough, I held the very state of the Wilder let me the most fascinated and favorite, I was overjoyed, gently squeeze and knead my husband erect penis, my desire immediately rose from under the abdomen, and instantly spread all over the body. I was overjoyed, gently squeezing and rubbing my husband’s erect penis, and my desire instantly rose from under my belly and spread all over my body. I couldn’t help but snuggle my red hot face under my husband’s neck, rubbing my temples against his ear, and said to him in an almost inaudible voice: “Husband, you’re so good, how hard it is, I want it.

Wilder didn’t seem to be fully awake yet, but whirled around and was aroused by my enthusiasm. Convinced that he had a full erection, my husband did not fail to come on.

Come on, my prodigal bitch, look what two days without feeding you has done to you.

Well …… I petulantly refused to comply, but I rolled over onto my husband s chest.

I felt like I was really getting a little kinky, with no prelude at all, simply because of my husband’s erection.

I was immediately and completely wet, my lust overflowing between my thighs. The area under my belly was hot and itchy, with ants and insects crawling around, making it hard for me to endure. I slightly raised my belly a little bit, and my hand went into my husband’s stock, and gently held the familiar thick and hot penis, and I was really in a trance at that time.

How can a woman live without such a boon?

I didn’t need my hand to help find it, my pussy was already a little anxious to go down and explore my husband’s sex. I didn’t need to look to realize how wet and swollen my pussy was from the longing.

For I swallowed my husband’s huge, thick sex almost effortlessly. I screamed out as the swollen head of the man’s glans pierced my sensitive vaginal opening.

Honey, you’re so good. It’s so good. I love it. Mmm, it’s so big. It’s so cozy.

I let go and braced myself on Wilder’s chest, my slim waist driving my plump ass down and down hard, and all of a sudden I was almost sitting on the end of my heel. This was what I wanted his cock to be, so hot and so thick and long, filling the empty space in my lower body to the brim. I wiggled my hips and moved on him expertly.

I could be sure that I would soon reach my climax as my sensations down there were getting better and sharper. My husband’s cock was slippery and hot, and it was pleasuring me to have it thrusting left and right inside my vaginal cavity as I fiddled and twisted. Wilder, too, was infected by my emotions, and he reached down and took hold of my breasts, which were hanging low from their lying on his chest, his fingers expertly teasing my nipples, which had already swollen and hardened with arousal. He strained his cock as hard as he could, letting me feel his strength and hardness inside my cavity as I felt more and more pleasure and a desire to fly.

However, disaster struck again, just as I was about to arrive not quite there yet, and was in need of the man beneath me to keep that hard erection going, I suddenly felt my husband’s sex inside my vaginal cavity softening again, and I struggled, almost begging Wilder: no, husband, wait for me, just hold on for a little while just for a little while, please, husband.

My agony and pleas were ineffective as I could visibly feel the thing rapidly getting smaller and flaccid, and the flaccid male organ pulled me back from the edge of pleasure in one fell swoop.

I opened my eyes to find Wilder’s eyes closed in pain. I could no longer acknowledge his presence in my lower body except for the sensation the wet, sticky love juice gave me.

What’s going on? What’s going on here.

My tears finally fell. Weakly, I slumped onto my husband’s chest, sobbing.

I didn’t catch a word of what my husband said to comfort or blame himself, and it was clear to me that there was a change in his body, perhaps not from exertion or stress, but a sickness. I affirmed to Wade that if it was a sickness, then we needed to get treatment.

Husband’s anxiety is even more than me, we will be nearly six months, visited the country on this authority and experts, physical therapy, drug therapy, can use almost all used. But Wade’s body did not get better, his symptoms do not belong to impotence, early diarrhea or any other kind. Doctors have said that rare, similar to the lack of sexual feeling, in short, is the body’s natural aging caused by sexual weakness or sexual impotence, there is no medicine to cure, or with the help of aphrodisiacs can barely improve the drug, but it is like hemlock to quench their thirst. Not only can’t cure the disease, but also extremely harmful to the body.

We were almost desperate, and Wilder’s health was deteriorating, he used to be able to get an erection occasionally. In less than a year, he lost his erection. During that time, we were living in hell, and we both became afraid to go home, afraid to go to bed, and afraid of anything that had to do with sex or that could be associated with sex. When I was alone, I couldn’t help but cry, was this the end of my life, the good life that I had loved and longed for so much? I’m not happy about it, but what can I do. On the surface of Weide and the past did not have any change, still rosy cheeks, tall and strong, but I feel that he is obviously aging, less than a year, he has gray hair, but he is only forty-one years old ah.

I tried not to focus on this, I told Wilder I love him, love my son, love our family, do not say that you can not, even if you are paralyzed, can not take care of themselves, I will not give up. WeiDe cried that day, he said he can never fulfill his promise, he can not make me happy, also said if I am really painful, he is willing to by myself to find happiness, the only request is not let him know, and do not leave him and this family. Because he loves me and this family. We hugged and cried and I swore I would never do anything to wrong him.

We will all grow old, but we still have our son. Husband, hasn’t our son always been our hope and favorite? Don’t worry, there is no one else in this world I can hold on to except you and my son.

In the midst of helpless pain and despair, the days continued day by day. I put more energy into my work and into my son.

Wilder had no other choice, his workload began to increase, almost night and day, sleep and food, because of his focus, the company also got out of the woods, the business is booming, he said he wanted to leave his son with a normal operation of the virtuous cycle of the strength of the entity, in order to do this, he is willing to do anything.

But in the conjugal life that, we began to avoid each other, the first is one before and one after the bed, slowly Weide often in the study overnight, and then later, he sometimes live in the company. He did not like to travel before, he began to go out occasionally, a few days. He had no choice, for he could not be humane in spite of himself. But his normal man’s sexual desire is still there, every time I want to but can not do when he was in pain, in order to take care of my sexual desire, sometimes he would caress with me, he would have been skillful and experienced, his hands and his mouth, and sometimes I can reach a purely physical orgasm. But when I saw the look of wanting and not being able to when he was caressing me, I felt like I was simply torturing him.

So I began to consciously or unconsciously refused or avoided, and then later, Wilder went to the south on business to bring me back a foreign imported masturbation stick. Like a really great WeiDe did not have a disease at that time when the penis of the normal erection of the appearance, but the color is different, WeiDe’s penis in the excitement of the black dark, that JianZhong is slightly yellowish flesh-colored, but almost and WeiDe’s erection of the general big, although not really men’s sex organs so vivid and passionate, but also can let me sometimes can not help but think about the wrong way. When the batteries were installed in that thing, the glans part would gently vibrate and rotate when the switch on the back was flipped. It’s incredible.

At first I hated that thing, seeing him always reminded me of Wilder’s body. And always let me can not help but sad. But then there are a few times after Wilder business trip, I really want to be unbearable, I can not help but take out that thing, I tried to lie on my back, spread my legs, that thing into the body, unscrew the power supply, although he was in my body vibration rubbing, but always so that I can not focus the feeling to the feeling of the pussy up. I always felt like something was missing.

Then I realized that when I made love to Wilder I loved to be down there, spreading my legs wide apart, sometimes just stomping on the bed, sometimes holding them in my hands, sometimes resting them on Wilder’s arms, and also putting them up high, hanging onto his shoulders, waist and hips. But no matter what position I was in, it wasn’t just Weed’s huge cock pumping inside my pussy that mesmerized me and made me happy. Rather, it was the weight of his body, his body odor and even his sharp gasps.

At that time we were interactive and mindful. But how could I feel pleasure when I was pumping this wooden, temperature-less, mechanical dildo inside me? I then changed the way, I would first use this vibrating glans, rubbing my clitoris, my clitoris is more sensitive, the glans part of the dildo is extremely simulated, soft but soft with hard, like a man’s swollen glans when he is excited with blood, and the vibration frequency is very high, which the human body can’t reach, even though there is no fiery sensation, but when I stimulate my clitoris with him, it will make me feel very excited all the same.

Then I would get wetter, my vaginal cavity would overflow with so much secretion that it would fill up, and my vagina would start to itch for something to fill it up, and I would lower myself down, raise my ass up a little bit, and take hold of the object and place it underneath me, and I would be completely open, and I would be able to shove the dildo inside of me almost without any effort at all, and it was so comfortable, and I would just close my eyes, and I would think about all the things that happened to me when I had intercourse with my husband, and slowly pump the object that was rapidly vibrating inside of me. I closed my eyes and thought about all the times my husband and I had had sex, pumping the thing that was rapidly vibrating inside my vaginal cavity slowly, one hand on my chest squeezing and rubbing my already erect nipples.

I could feel my love juices slowly trickling down the thing as I pumped it in my hand, and in a moment my hand became sticky at that time I could smell the unique smell emanating from my own span, and it was just as mesmerizing to me as the smell my husband brought out as he pumped his sex inside me, and in a moment I felt an orgasm coming on. The pleasure built up inside the vibrations of the object and the stimulation of my sensitive vaginal cavity as I pumped him, growing more and more intense, and I actually began to moan out loud, the muscles in my entire body contracting as if I were actually making love to a man. I felt my nipples getting tighter and harder, and my hand holding the thing was all wet and slippery with lust.

I could even feel my vaginal sphincter contracting as I felt more effortful but more comfortable when I pumped, just like whenever I was nearing orgasm during sex with Wilder, who always said that there were many little hands inside my vagina scratching and clenching him. The orgasm came swiftly and intensely, and all at once after completing the last stroke, I felt my lower body contract in an instant, tightening its grip on the dildo that was inside the cavity. I felt giddy, and overwhelmed with pleasure. Unlike when I did it with my husband, I could clearly feel my vaginal sphincter contracting forcefully one at a time. More lust gushed out of my lower body. I couldn’t help but cry out.

Afterwards I couldn’t believe my eyes, I actually oozed so much that the area I had just plopped down on was wet. When I went to clean up the thing that had just brought me great pleasure with a red face, I realized that it was not as ugly as I had imagined it to be, the dildo that had been soaked with my lust was still carrying my body heat, and it was somewhat glowing with radiance. It was like the penis that Wilder had pumped when I was excited, when his penis was covered with my love juices, and it was also glowing like this.

Afterwards I blamed myself a little, I felt that it was also a kind of betrayal, I never tried to masturbate by myself, after I gave myself to Wilder when I was eighteen years old, he had always been the one to do it for me. I didn’t realize that masturbation could be so thrilling and enjoyable.

But there was always something vaguely wrong in my mind, like having an orgasm with someone or something other than my husband was a betrayal. This mentality was eased only after I told Wilder later and he persuaded me many times.

Then Wilder had done it to me with that thing with me, and it was still pleasurable, but I couldn’t bear to see the desperate desire in Wilder’s eyes as I enjoyed the pleasure.

The days passed slowly, helplessly and painfully, Weed still didn’t live with me much, and the temporary pleasure brought by the masturbator would soon be overwhelmed by reality. Every day is a repetition of yesterday, which makes me feel bitter and depressing.

Today and a long time no see close friends together and tea, Ruyi is my classmate, but also a rare sister in my heart, in the dim lights of the tea room, I several times melancholy want to tell her this year’s encounter, but I did not in the end. But I didn’t. It wasn’t just about me. It is about the honor and dignity of Wilder, I can’t talk about it.

Minnie, what’s wrong with you lately? You’re so preoccupied. You’re older than the last time I saw you, you know?

I’m creeped out, is that it, am I really getting old.

No way, it’s still the same old thing. I cover.

No, there’s something on your mind. I can tell. You’re not having a good time.

I’m speechless.

What’s the matter? Wilder’s not nice to you. He’s, uh, he’s got a little secret.

No, no, don’t be ridiculous. He’s been good to me.

What’s wrong with that? I don’t think so. Wilder’s a good man, and he’s extinct. He loves you so much, I don’t think he’d do anything wrong. Besides, what chick can compare with you, look at your skin, your body, no one will believe that you are the mother of a seventeen year old child. Ruyi laughed and flirted.

Hey, old age, it’s not what you just said. I said with quiet concern.

Everything is out of reach.

No, no, I didn’t just say you were old. How can I put it? It feels like you’re preoccupied. Like, like you’re not the same as the happy little Minnie I knew.

Do people always grow old? Don’t you? We’re both thirty-six.

Oh, not old, not old, do not say 30 like a wolf 40 like a tiger, we can be exactly ah. Ruyi smiled.

What are you talking about? Look at you, you’re being immodest again. I’m angry.

Really, Min, I’m not kidding. I don’t know what happened these years, but I seem to be getting more and more passionate about it, sometimes I’ve done it at night. But when I wake up in the morning, I want it again. Even Damien says I’m like in heat. Oh, I sometimes also repressed, do not dare too much to want, he that body bone again good, also can not afford every day and every night toss ah.

My heart stuttered, was it just because Wilder and I used to be so unbridled that Wilder was like this.

I told our family Da Ming said ah, is to wear worse, eat worse, this thing can not be sloppy, people live a lifetime is easy, it is difficult to find such a thing that is happy and do not want to what the capital of the happy business, we can cherish, oh, not afraid of your joke, what a pay raise ah mobilization ah, criticism and so on, what is the tight, every day back to the bed so a lie, so that the husband so a toss, hey, what pain is no longer there. What pain are gone. The next day to go to work in high spirits.

My tears are about to fall, who said it is not, before every day sometimes just think it is a piece of fun, but always thought that after all, not as important as eating and dressing, right, and now there is no more, only to realize that the original this is actually more important than that eating and dressing.

Eh, your Wade’s body is so great, he must have given you a lot of pleasure. My deadbeat, sometimes he still goes on strike, and when I’m on fire, it’s really hard to feel that way. So ah, now my task is to take care of his body, what to eat we buy what, what is good for the man that thing, I follow the prescription of the medicine, back to stew to him to eat, not to mention, sometimes quite useful, and do not listen to him screaming here and there pain, oh, at night, a bed, a little bit of work, swollen like a small mallet like, really call people love brake. Oh.

Ruyi giggled lowly, but my heart is like overturning a bottle of five flavors, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy each ah. Is not my fault ah, I and Weide together, never said to do this and that for him, simple home-cooked meals, also did not realize to do that. I always thought his body was made of iron, but today, what else can I do.

I almost cried out, sharply lowering my head and pretending to drink tea, I still can’t do it as a woman.

Ruyi rambled on a lot, I almost did not listen to what, break up almost ten o’clock, or by her husband’s phone call away. The phone can not hear anything, but pieces of a few sentences later, Ruyi eyebrows open smile in the phone low said, then you in bed good wait for me ah.

I shake my head, what an age to be so slimy.

Let’s go. My husband’s waiting at home. Oh, Minnie, you should go back too, or else Wilder should call you too.

Come back soon, look at you in such a rush of color, as if you’ve never had a man in your life. I flirted with her.

Ruyi smiled: second honeymoon ah, we all have to cherish it.

When I got home I went into the bathroom and in front of the large shower mirror I scrutinized my body. It had been a long time since I had looked at my body so closely. Am I really getting old?

The female body inside the mirror was plump and white, the slight birth hadn’t changed my shape much. The breasts were still pear-shaped and slightly upturned as they had been back then. Perhaps a little larger than before, except that the nipples had become larger and more sensitive from having breastfed, and the slightest stimulation could make them hard. The areola is also larger, although the feeling is not as sensitive as the nipple, but in the excitement of the areola above will bulge a lot of small dots, gently caressing is also very comfortable. Shoulders are still round and smooth, slender waist almost no change, waist seems to write more fat, but the waistline did not become bigger ah. The buttocks are moist and full, and the legs are still long and white. It doesn’t seem to be like what Ruyi said about me getting old.

I stepped in some more and scrutinized me in the mirror. Did my face show signs of age. The woman in the mirror had a clear and deep sadness, and for a moment, I saw the fish tails hidden in the corners of my eyes.

Is it? Is that my face? It’s pale and lifeless, not like Ruyi’s glowing face. What’s going on? Yes, that’s what Ruyi said. It’s the love of a man. How can a woman without sex be glowing? In a flash, my tears welled up. At this time I realized, that thing is not only can make people comfortable. That is to maintain a family a couple must be elements. Without the husband and wife of the spirit of flesh and blood, without the man across the thing in the woman’s body inside the stirring, without the original raging passion and desire between men and women, life is a pool of stagnant water. But what about me? What should I do?

It was late and Wilder hadn’t come home yet, I didn’t call him, I knew that even if I did he would say that he had a lot to do and wouldn’t be coming back. I got into bed, it was early winter and the heat was on in the house.

It was hot and dry and made it feel like being in spring. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t sleep, I thought about those words from Ruyi, some of them made me blush and my heart beat faster. I can’t know how people’s couples would be like when they go to bed, it’s probably similar to ours. But suddenly I would think about whether Ruyi’s husband also likes to pull Ruyi’s legs up high and press down on Ruyi’s snow-white stomach to pump hard.

Or maybe like Wilder, he likes to tell Ruyi to lie on her back on the bed or a chair and then get on top of Ruyi’s ass and fuck her. Or maybe Ruyi is also like me, like to sit on the small belly of their family Damien, and wriggle herself on it? The thought of Ruyi’s unusually plump and protruding snow-white ass sitting and writhing on a man’s belly, her long dark hair flowing, or her moaning, certainly she was happy. Maybe Kisame was doing it right now.

God, I couldn’t think about it any longer, I felt a surge of heat flooding through my body from under my belly, my cheeks were on fire, and my strands were already springy and wet. I reached my hands to my chest, my breasts bulging, firm and round. I pinched my nipples, which were already like hard little rocks. I clenched my legs, the dampness of my privates like leaking water making me feel shy.

Lust rushed into my brain at once, not allowing me to think, I subconsciously took out the dildo that Wilder had bought from inside the cabinet drawer next to the bed. I didn’t use it often, but every time I did I cleaned it and put it back in its original box and tucked it away in the lower drawer of the nightstand. I struggled to remove the nightgown that was wrapped around my body, naked as it was, and spreading my legs apart, I reached into my crotch, the heels of my thighs were sticky with love juice. My clit was already protruding, exposed beyond my labia, so hard.

I twisted the switch on the dildo in my hand and the thing hummed and turned. I spread my legs and pressed him against my hungry, forbidden pussy. The spinning glans vibrated and rubbed against my clit, and I pushed up my belly and stomped my feet hard on the bed, sending my pussy up, just like I did when I fucked my husband. I held the dildo and rubbed him up and down inside my swollen labia. Especially in the clit and vaginal opening area, where it was most sensitive.

Slowly I could feel the liquid trickling down my groin, the inside of my vagina becoming desperately empty and starting to tickle. I recoiled onto my back, gasping for air, and brought the dildo to my lower body. I could see that the bed was already wet. This time I didn’t wait any longer, and in one fell swoop I aimed the head of the thing at the open vaginal opening, and with a slow pressure of my hips, the thing slowly impaled itself on my long awaited lower body. I opened my mouth, gasped, and flicked my wrists to get the thing in and out of my healing cavity. My breasts were also bulging uncomfortably, and I reached down and grabbed a nipple, turning her, squeezing and squeezing her.

The pleasure was gathering more and more visibly inside my vagina, slowly spreading throughout my body, and every in and out and turn of that thing sent that pleasure on its way up, and I began to gasp sharply and moan loudly. The moment the orgasm came, my head was a mess inside, but the pleasure was so realistic and shocking. Coming back to my senses, I realized that the door to the room had actually been left open.

But I remembered that I had obviously closed the door and gone to bed, so maybe I hadn’t touched it. I got up bloated and lazy, my lower body was covered in the stuff that had just come out of my excitement, it was plentiful and sticky, I grabbed that and went into the bathroom, I had to clean myself up.

After finishing the cleaning, I was also a bit sleepy, I turned off the porch light and prepared to go back to my room. When I looked up, I saw what looked like a light still on in Weevil’s room… this kid, he didn’t remember to turn off the light even when he went to bed. I put the masturbator away and went out of the room.

Weiwei lived on the third floor, in fact, that is not really a floor, just a small attic. After buying this villa, Weiwei has been living in that small attic, there is a balcony and a bathroom above. I gently up the stairs, the stairs are wooden, circling up, Weiwei’s room door is tightly closed. Room through the light, I hold the door handle, was about to twist open, suddenly I heard a slight gasp from my son’s room, as if it was very urgent, I can not help but frown, could it be that my son had a dream.

But it didn’t sound like it, like it was still talking to someone, or calling out to someone.

Suddenly I felt a little heartbeat, and I had a vague feeling that it wasn’t my son talking in his sleep or something, but rather, rather, like the sound of a man’s gasp as he was doing that. With an extra eye, I let go of the doorknob and went around to the small side terrace, where a small light was on in the room, and I gently almost tiptoed over to my son’s window, and in the undrawn curtains I saw a scene that made me blush.

Weiwei even all naked lying on the bed, is concentrating on playing with his crotch of the male genitals, gosh my son even masturbate, however, instantly I saw my son is hard to set things, my son is no longer my little Weiwei, a year ago still only know to pester me and WeiDe buy this and that of the son, now has been developed very normal, I saw his crotch of pubic hair, actually I saw his crotch pubic hair, actually not more or less, a dense piece. And his completely excited and enlarged thing at this time, and his father the same, thick and long standing in the small belly.

And the next scene dazzled me even more. Micro seemed to be nearing the moment of ejaculation, and I saw his eyes tightly closed, his legs stretched out straight, and one hand flying over that erect penis. His gasps became louder and more urgent. And at that moment, his other hand actually touched a pair of women’s panties out of nowhere and put it under his nose. Sniffing and kissing, his mouth called out, Mommy, Mommy.

I saw at once that those were my panties, that I had just taken them off and left them in the bathroom when I took a shower, when did he go down and get them. When did he go down to get them. Was it just when I was masturbating? Then there was a possibility that I hadn’t left my door open, but that my son had opened it, so wouldn’t my masturbation have been completely seen by him, just as I was seeing him now.

My mind in turmoil, I quietly returned from the terrace and walked quickly back to my room. I closed the door behind me and hit the safety. Lying down on my bed, I had no way to close my eyes. I was ashamed and nervous.

What can I do? I’m his mom, but the way I masturbate is actually seen by my own son, and in full view.

That’s for sure, if Weiwei really opened the room to look, my bed is facing the door, and at that time, I was lying on my back with my ass facing the door of the room, everything between my strands was in his eyes. No wonder he was masturbating inside the room, he must have just seen me masturbating, gosh, shame on me too. Moreover, he was holding my panties, which had already produced a lot of love juices from chatting with Ruyi in the tea room, and by the time I changed out of them, the area between my legs was already a wet mess.

Looking at Weezy, it didn’t seem like it was the first time he had masturbated, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had masturbated with my panties. He was actually calling out to me when he was nearing orgasm. Oh my god, my son, what happened to my Weevil.

Shyness aside I felt some fear, I even wanted to call Vader right away. Tell him all this, but how can I tell him such a shameful thing. My son has really opened up and is no longer the same son he was a year ago. Over the past year, we have focused so much on Wilder’s body that we have neglected the slight growth.

Suddenly I actually remembered what I had just seen of Wei Wei’s sex organ, it was so big, almost as big as his father’s, but there was still tender foreskin wrapped around the head of that huge penis. The pubic hair was also spreading into a very thick bush.

God, what was I thinking.

I couldn’t help but spit on myself, how for no reason I remembered to compare my son’s sex organs to his father’s. I blushed to myself. Ashamed.

That night I do not know when I fell asleep, more embarrassing things to me, after falling asleep actually dreamed, at first dreamed that her husband’s body treatment is good, that happy ah, we made love, really, I felt his thick hard erection, so powerful so let me fascinated. But do to do, my husband suddenly do not know how to become a micro, I see lying on my body action is my son, I was anxious to push him down, but can not scream, micro just like that tightly pressed on me, struggling to use his just grown penis in my body quickly pumping, and I actually a moment to orgasm.

I woke up ashamed and humiliated, the feeling inside the dream was so realistic and the pleasure was unreservedly cathartic.

I felt between my thighs, only to realize that there was wetness at the base of my thighs, on my nightgown, and all over the sheets, and that my sensitive pussy even retained the sensation of being close to feeling the very pinnacle of my senses.

Bright light had already shot into the room through the curtains, I looked at the time, it was past six, it was time to get up, I still had to prepare breakfast for Weiwei. As I stepped into the bathroom I saw at a glance that my underwear, which I had played with yesterday when Weiwei masturbated, had now returned to its original place. I picked it up, the top is still a little wet, and seems to be wet a big piece, I see the crotch center of the sticky thing can not help but wonder, is my secretion if it should have dried up ah, I put to my nose sniffing, light but very clear, that is the smell of a man’s semen. My face turned red for a moment and I hurriedly threw down that underwear. It was as if I could see Wei Wei wrapping these panties around his thick sex organ as he ejaculated. This brief impression made me feel a sudden surge of lust, and my crotch actually got a little wet. I shook my head and tried my best to delete this dirty and immoral scene from my brain. Collecting my mind, I put the changed clothes into the washing machine, poured in the washing powder, and unscrewed the switch.

I looked at the time, it was almost seven o’clock and my son hadn’t come downstairs yet. If it were before, I would have had to go and call my son long ago, but after all that last night, it suddenly occurred to me that he would be tired, so let him sleep a little longer. Just like Wilder would not want to get up early in the morning if he was tired from sex the night before.

Why am I thinking about my husband again? What’s wrong with me? I shake my head and do my best to get things done.

My son came downstairs and greeted me as usual. Wash up, then breakfast. I sat across from him, stealing glances at him from time to time, and it was only then that I really felt that my son had indeed grown up; there he sat, almost as tall as his father, perhaps even bigger than his father, since he had been training for games at school on whatever basketball team the soccer team was. The full sunlight had made his skin a little darker than his father’s, and if it weren’t for the boyish look on his face, it was impossible to tell that he was still a junior in high school.

Don’t ride your bike today. Mommy will give you a ride. Out the door, I said to him.

Don’t let your classmates see how embarrassing it is, you’re so old and you need your mom to send you away. My son smiled, got into the car and left, mom. Bye, mom.

I waved my hand and watched his tall figure disappear from my sight, shaking my head as I turned and got into the car, starting it up.

Coming, coming.

I put down the spoon in my hand and had just opened the door when Micro scurried in like a gust of wind.

Mom, is there any food? I’m starving.

As soon as my son entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of sweat, the memory seems to have not smelled this flavor for many years, it should still be Weiwei his father when he was delivering building materials to the people in a hurry to see me too late to take a shower I smelled this flavor. This kind of smell is the unique body odor of men. But my Weiwei now actually also have. Maybe it was already there, but I didn’t realize it before. This strong man’s body odor made me a little dizzy.

Look how dirty you are, go wash your hands. I snapped as I gently smacked a spatula against his hand as it reached into the dish.

Yes, my beautiful mom. Smiling slightly, she wrapped an arm around me and gave me a peck on the cheek. Darting off to the restroom.

I was flushed and stunned in place. It wasn’t that Wei Wei had never done this to me before, on the contrary, he would show intimacy with me like this almost every day. In the past, I would always be very happy that he expressed his love for me in this way, but today, after I found out his secret, his kiss actually made me have a feeling like being electrocuted, just like, just like the feeling of a young girl in spring being secretly kissed by her lover, a long-lost feeling, as if the Weed of that time had come back again, as if I was as colorful as a spring flower at that time, standing in that fiery red apricot grove, standing in a pavilion.

Where’s Dad? He’s not coming back again, is he?

Weiwei came from behind me and I sighed: Your dad is too busy now, no one is minding you, so don’t be too naughty.

Hee hee hee, Daddy isn’t as mean as you are to me. My son playfully walked over to me and lowered his head to sniff around my head.

What are you doing? I was so angry, I ducked my head. My son has grown so tall. He’s taller than Wade.

It smells so good. Mom, I love your smell.

I suddenly felt a blush, liking the way I smelled, did that include the smell of my secretions on my panties.

Nonsense, there is no scent on mom. I blushed and went into the kitchen with my head down to serve the food.

That’s it, is there? Mom smells the best.

My son followed my ass into the kitchen and helped me serve the food.

Wow, what is this? So much good food.

On the table, my son lifted the lid of the soup can. The aroma was overflowing.

Ushi stewed with Kaiyo, you’re studying so intensely now, and you have to play this ball and that ball, don’t wear your body out.

I blushed a little, and while I was grocery shopping I remembered Ruyi’s words again, never let a man’s body get tired across, Weed was already failing, but Wei Wei, even though he’s still young, but he, isn’t he already doing what grown-ups do?

Have some more. Is it good?

I was so happy to see him eating so well that I added another bowl for him.

Mom, are you eating too?

My son took my bowl and filled it for me as well.

Mom made it especially for you. You go to bed so late every day. Can your body handle it?

I felt my face burning.

As if sensing something too, my son blushed a little and lowered his head. Huffing and puffing, he drank his soup.

After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, I saw my son fiddling with the remote control for the TV in the living room.

Wei-Wei, mom’s going to the supermarket. Do your homework at home.

Mom, wait for me, I’ll go with you. My son hurriedly put down the remote control and ran over to me.

No, it’s not far. Mom can go alone. You can do your homework at home.

No way. Dad said there are a lot of bad guys out there now. When he’s not home, I’m a big man. I have to protect mom.

I can’t help but be saddened by the fact that my son is acting like a big man, but what about my man?

I stopped refusing my son and closed the door. I was ready to go to the garage to get my car.

What are you doing, mom? It’s so close, we’ll just walk there. You need to exercise after dinner.

Good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good.

I gave up on the idea of picking up the car.

Mom’s getting to be an old lady. What’s the point of exercising.

As soon as my son took my arm, he turned his head sideways and scowled in my face.

What for, bad boy. I blushed, laughing and cursing.

Mmm, mmm, just old ladies and the prettiest old lady moms.

Smooth talker, little shit.

I laughed, reaching out and knocking him on the head.

There was an accident on the way back.

It’s not far to the grocery store, but you have to cross a busy night market. Used to drive there and not take that road.

That road is indeed not safe, as Wade said. There are many stalls of barbecue in the night market, mostly Uyghurs from Xinjiang. So there were a lot of Uyghur kids stealing there. But very little strong-arm robbery.

And I really met. Weiwei carrying the supermarket to buy things walking in my left, I sat a small bag, holding his arm, one side walking, one side and he was talking. Suddenly, a small seven or eight years old or so Việt Nam people, from my right side of the past, a hand reached out to my bag from my shoulder down.

Oops, my bag. I exclaimed, and the thief had scurried away.

My son let go of his hold on my hand at once, threw down the things in his hand, and scurried up in an arrow step. I hurriedly shouted at him: Weiwei, Weiwei. Come back, do not chase.

There’s nothing in the bag, a phone, chemise and some money. But my son went out after them. What if he suffered a loss? Those Xinjiang guys are all gangs.

I never knew my son could run so fast. With those long, slender legs, he only hurried a few steps, and before the kid could get into the alley, my son was in front of him.

Bring it.

I hurried up. My son had blocked the kid at the entrance to the alley.

The kid was jangling something out of his mouth. Though I couldn’t understand it, I knew he was calling their people.

I tugged at my son: forget it, Weiwei. There’s nothing in the bag, don’t argue with them.

People watching from the roadside gathered around. I saw several young men from Xinjiang also running towards here from inside the alley. I couldn’t help but be anxious.

Weevil, let’s go. Forget it.

Mom, don’t pull me. You can’t leave it like this.

Give it to me.

The son stared back at whichever child. Hands reach for him. The kid’s mouth is still chirping. Eyes, however, on a couple of young Xinjiang boys walking into the crowd.

A twenty-something Viennese man walked up to the kid and was talking to the kid. I was holding my son’s arm tightly and was pulling him.

A moment later, the child pointed to his son and then to me, as if to tell whichever one of them the bag was mine and that my son was with me.

Maybe there were more people around, or maybe the taller son scared them too. The young man took my bag from the kid. Smiling, he handed it to my son. While using the not very skillful Mandarin, said: a joke, a joke.

My body was still trembling from the ride home with Micro on my arm.

You just scared mommy to death, what if they do something to you. I blamed him.

What’s the big deal about losing a bag? If something happens to you, what will mom and dad do?

I can’t believe I felt tears coming to my eyes as I said that.

It’s okay, Mom. My son wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and swept me into his robust arms.

They wouldn’t dare, there are so many people here, besides, it’s rare for me to go out shopping with my mom, and my mom’s bag was snatched, if my classmates know about this, do I still have the face to go to school?

That’s better than something happening to you. Anyway, don’t you ever do that again. Mommy’s scared. You know what. Wei Wei.

Okay, Mom, I promise. Good Mom.

My son laughed brightly and gathered me tighter.

Nestled in his arms, I felt my son truly growing into a big boy. I could almost hear the heartbeat thumping in his chest. The tantalizing smell of sweat kept coming out of the armpits of his chest, and I felt dizzy and even a little mesmerized. I couldn’t help but think back to when I used to be with his dad, when Wilder’s smell seemed to mesmerize her in the same way.

I really found out that I was obsessed with Weevil. This discovery surprised me, and more than that, it caused me pain and shame.

I’ve been too lazy to clean up after myself since Wilder doesn’t come home to stay as often, but after that time when my son said I smelled good, I actually started to dress up, intentionally or not. I even wear some light perfume.

I actually get a little shy and faintly proud whenever my son sniffs me around and tells me I smell good.

Every day after dinner, I ask my son to go outside with me, so naturally the supermarket is out of the question for me.

The purpose of asking him to accompany me out turned out to be that I liked the feeling I got when he was holding me, smelling the scent of Wei Wei’s body, feeling his strong physique, and hearing his powerful heartbeat, which made it seem as if I had the kind of feeling that hazy teenage girls get when they fall in love.

I started to care about the panties I changed out of, every day when I changed out of my panties I would go back to my room and I would listen carefully for movement outside, I would hear Weevil coming down the stairs, and every time he would stop at my door for a while, and I was now afraid to close the door without going on the safe. And every time I go back to my room I always put out the light. Micro perhaps see my room’s light is out, only to reluctantly go to the bathroom to get my panties, when he went upstairs, I must go to the bathroom to see. I would find that my panties were indeed gone. And the next morning it would be back in the bathroom. Sometimes I would quietly go to the third floor and watch him masturbate through his curtains, because watching my son masturbate always made me very excited, especially when I saw him grinding my panties over his soon-to-be-ejaculating penis, it always made me uncontrollably gush with love juices, and then I would go back to my room, thinking about my son’s growing, thicker and longer penis, and imagining the dildo in my hand as if it was my son’s thicker and thicker thing, pumping inside my own pumping inside my vagina.

I knew it was sinful and immoral. But I just couldn’t help thinking about it that way, to the point that if I didn’t think about my son’s penis when I masturbated, there was no way I could bring myself to orgasm.

To a certain extent, the attachment to my son actually made me gradually neglect my husband’s existence. Wilder came back from time to time, but it was the same old story, and I had almost no hope for him anymore. My husband continues to treat me with love and guilt.

I know that my son is in love with his own son is that day, the family came to the phone, I answered but a delicate little girl’s voice, is looking for my son, and then I saw my son holding the phone back to his room. A long time did not come out, I can obviously feel my heart sour, sad to death, son is not early love, I have the heart to listen to what they are talking about, but can not pull the face. That day, my son did not come down to take my change of underwear, I almost did not sleep all night, the heart and annoyed and chaotic, I repeatedly advised myself, can not go on like this, will destroy the family, but the thought of the smell of my son’s body, my son’s erection of the penis, I’m new to the chaos of a family, a mother in love with her son, and a son obsessed with his own mother. What kind of family is this.

I became concerned about my son’s early romantic endeavors, and fortunately I was being paranoid. My son was not in love with anyone.

He’s still as obsessed with my smell as he was before. Obsessed with my body.

I knew something that shouldn’t happen was going to happen someday. Because I asked myself if I would say no if it was going to happen, and the answer was surprisingly vague and indecisive. Even I couldn’t control wanting my own son, how was I going to stop the son who was in the height of his adolescent desires. Besides, I was so enamored with him.

Wilder was gone again, and this was the third time he had traveled in the past three months, and even I don’t remember. The night before he left, Wilder came home and said goodbye to my son and me.

Listen to your mom at home. Don’t just play around. Take good care of your mom now that dad’s gone.

I’m used to my husband’s comings and goings and I’m somewhat unconcerned. I sometimes wondered if I still loved my husband. But I would immediately deny my doubts again, because no matter how infatuated I was with Wei Wei, if I thought of a day without Wei De, I would be involuntarily scared from the bottom of my heart. After all, I’ve been with him since I was eighteen years old, and I’ve been through all the storms with him for more than ten years. And he had given me so much joy. And he still keeps on loving me and this family.

I seemed to become more slutty when it was just Weiwei and I left in the house, and to put it unashamedly, sometimes I felt as if I was seducing my son. I would wear a semi-transparent nightgown into the living room without underwear after a shower, and sit next to my son and watch TV with him. Even walking around in front of him, I could feel my son’s burning eyes following my perky breasts or swaying ass around.

I would put my panties that were wet with lots of love juices from thinking about his huge firm cock during the day in the bathroom, sometimes even the love juices were still wet on the panties that I took off. I would still go to his window and watch him masturbate, and while watching I would try to caress my body at the same time, sometimes even trying to go in and put that thick thing in my son’s hand right inside me as I watched. This fantasy would bring me to orgasm very quickly, even before my son could get there.

I hated myself a little for being such a slut sometimes, and wondered what exactly I could accomplish by seducing my son like that. But that’s what I want to do, and it gives me an inexplicable thrill when his eyes are on my hungry body under my nightgown.

I didn’t realize for a moment what nasty consequences this perverse oedipalism of my son would have. In a sense I sometimes even often confused Weiwei with his father, and my bright young robust son often made me unconsciously think of him as the young Wilder.

The school was approaching final exams, and I was taken aback by an unexpected home visit from Weiwei’s homeroom teacher.

Since elementary school, my son has never asked us to worry much about his studies, he is smart and loves to learn. It was more similar to his dad. He had never been in the top few in school, but he failed two of his final exams, and his teachers reported that he used to perform extremely well in the school basketball and soccer teams, but lately he was lazy and unenergetic even in practice. And in class, he was always lost in thought and answered questions incorrectly.

I didn’t hear what the teacher said afterward, and then my heart was in a mess, and I understood the crux of the problem, but those reasons could never be told to outsiders. And I knew that my son and I were so deep in each other that it was impossible for us to reconcile with outside forces or outsiders.

After the teacher left, I contemplated for a long time, and I decided to have a talk with my son, because this would not be a small thing, my son was really falling in love at an early age, and the person who made him fall in love was his own mother. I realized that I had made a most immoral, lowly and despicable mistake. I wanted to have a thorough talk with Weiwei. I can’t ruin my favorite son.

Weiwei, don’t go out today. Mom has something to say to you. After dinner, I sat down on the sofa opposite my son.

Today, your teacher Liu is here.

My son obviously knew what I was going to say, withdrew his smirking gaze and lowered his head. It was in that moment that I felt like my son was still a child.

What I’m saying is not what you did in school.

All at once my son looked up at me again, amazed.

I suppressed my pounding heart; my son’s fundamental problem was not his performance at school. It was his psychology, and I had to have a real conversation with him.

Weevil, Mommy loves you so much. She did and she still does.

Mom, I love you too.

There was a gleam in my son’s eyes that made my heart palpitate. I interrupted him.

Mommy knows that, just like you know Mommy. But, Weevil, Mommy’s a bad woman. Sometimes, sometimes even shameless.

No mom, you’re not, you’re the best mom in the world. My son sharply corrected me.

Listen to me, Weevil.

I licked my lips, no matter what, I had to account for this previous incident or the consequences would be dire.

As you can see, Dad has rarely been home lately. Maybe you don’t know why. Your dad still loves your mom and you as much as he used to, but.

I really didn’t know how to go on, I really wanted to back out. But then I saw my son’s confused eyes.

Bite the bullet.

Dad and mom, and Weiwei, we’ve been living a happy life, and mom loves dad, a lot. But a year ago, your dad’s health suddenly went bad.

I know, Mom.

My son’s face suddenly went red, and I looked at him with some surprise.

Mom, I’ve heard you and Dad talk about it, and I know you’ve been to the doctor.

My son’s words made my jaw drop… does this kid seem to know a lot?

I’ve also heard both you and Daddy cry, and I know that Daddy is, is not going to be able to have sex with you anymore.

My mind is a mess.

You, you a child, how …… how …… I am a little overwhelmed.

Mom, don’t be mad. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m seventeen. If I were in ancient times, I would have had a child. In our class, there are classmates who fall in love and have sex.

God, what is it with kids these days.

I suppressed my pounding heart. Cleared my throat. I had to turn passive into active.

Weiwei, you know, mom that won’t hide it from you. Since your father’s health is not good, mom and dad are not happy.

It’s been a while and mom is a little unsure of what to do.

My face was red and I really wanted to tie up this awkward conversation.

Sometimes mom has a nervous breakdown and mistakes you for your dad. Weiwei, you look so much like your dad when you were young that sometimes mom mistakes you for him. Honestly, mom doesn’t know what to do, my heart is also very scared and confused.

Tears came to my eyes and I felt helpless and weak.

Mom. – You don’t. You don’t. Seeing me cry, my son’s eyes got red too, mumbled, and tried to sit next to me.

You sit down, Weevil. Listen to Mommy finish her sentence.

Mom is so shameless sometimes, even sometimes I feel like she’s hitting on you. Don’t you say anything. Every time after doing so mom is in pain and hates herself.

Mommy knows you, too, like Mommy. Knew what you did every day before you went to bed. Mommy went to your window and saw it.

My son’s face went very red for a moment and his head went down.

Originally, these things were normal, you had reached puberty, and mom knew all about it. These words should have been talked to you by your father, but mom didn’t want him to know. Mom does not know how to tell you, this thing is not a big deal, but mom is also afraid that your body can not stand. So, mom stews this and that every day. I’m really afraid that you’ll break your body at such a young age.

Talking to my son like this was exceptionally difficult. My heart kept touching and beating.

But mom didn’t think it would still affect you. Teacher Liu said you’re always distracted now, and you don’t go to team practices anymore. Your grades are even worse. Mom is so worried and sad. Mom feels that I have harmed you. If mom had talked to you as soon as she found out, it probably wouldn’t have been like this. But mom hasn’t talked to you because sometimes she really, really doesn’t want to get in your way.

Some thoughts are hard for me to talk about after all.

But if you go on like this, mommy will be very upset. I don’t know what to tell you, but you can’t go on like this. Do you understand? Son.

Got it, Mom.

My son lowered his head. With no sense of relief in my heart, I stood up, walked over to my son, and hugged his head. My son stiffened as if he was going to resist. He didn’t look like he was pampering me again like he did in the previous days.

It was like something had stung me inside.

For several days in a row, although my son and I were still going in and out regularly, I felt like he was distancing himself from me. My heart ached and I felt helpless. I realized that my son no longer sneaked downstairs at night to get my changed underwear, and he went to bed earlier than before. I can’t tell you how I felt, but it definitely wasn’t joy. I also knew that I probably hadn’t convinced my son at all, it was just that he understood, he was however forcibly repressing himself.

But his son definitely tried, and on his final exam, his son’s grades went up. Wilder was so happy that he moved his son back to a computer he had always wanted. He still rarely comes home, and now that his son is on winter break, he comes home even less, saying that he is more at ease with his son at home. It’s the pressure I feel when I’m dealing with my grown-up son every day. I still sometimes think of my son as my husband. Even though I counsel myself again and again and even scold myself, it doesn’t help at all.

A week after Weiwei’s vacation, Wilder went to Beijing. But I suddenly fell ill. In fact, it is not sick, in the hospital downstairs, I do not know actually will step on the air, and then rolled down more than twenty steps of the stairs. I didn’t suffer any injuries. But sprained my back and legs. Weiwei almost cried out when she came to the hospital to see me.

Silly boy, no talent. Mommy’s fine.

Looking at my anxious son brought a tinge of sweetness to my heart. When I came home that day, my son carried me downstairs to my room. He is a big boy, he is really strong. In my son’s arms my face burned again.

After getting me settled, my son called his dad.

It was only when I got a call from Wilder that I burst into tears, sending my husband into a frenzy. That night, the husband flew back.

Wilder took me to the hospital for another checkup and confirmed that nothing was wrong before he let go.

But injuries don’t heal in a day or two. Wilder has been sleeping with me when I’m home. It had been a long time since I had slept snuggled in my husband’s arms, smelling the familiar body odor of his body. My desire began to rise again.

Wilder noticed my eagerness and thoughtfully stripped me naked, first with his hands, then with his mouth, and in no time at all he had coaxed me to an orgasm. I looked at my husband staring at my body with such eagerness and longing, and yet I knew there was nothing he could do. I felt guilty as hell. Wilder stayed at home for four days and then left, the work in Beijing will soon be tendered, Wilder had to go to Beijing.

After my husband left, it fell to my son to take care of me. My son promised to be good to his father.

Dad, don’t worry about it, if you come back and mom has one more gray hair or one less pound, you’ll stop my allowance for a year.

Looking at his son who was almost taller than him. The husband walked away satisfied.

My son was obedient and stopped going to play soccer to visit friends. He wakes up early every day, he can’t cook, but the meals he buys are quite fancy. Basically, I love to eat. Nothing to do with me in the room to watch TV, play chess.

Or you can help me walk around the yard. When Ruyi and the others came to see me, they smacked their lips in amazement and said that I was lucky to have married a husband who could care for people and to have a son who could care for people. Sometimes when I watched my son walking around, I couldn’t tell you how I felt in my heart. Living not to mention, my son also has to change my medicine every day, the Chinese medicine practitioner with a number of plasters, legs on my own can paste, waist on the only son to help, a few days down, although I bare back every day to let him on the medicine, my son is quite regular, I can not see his eyes when he gave me medicine, but I can hear his rapid breathing. My son, however, had no extra hands or feet. Once the medicine was on, he helped me pull my shirt down.

Instead, I blushed like a thief every time.

But no one can stop what’s coming, it’s as if it’s destined, destined for something extraordinary to happen to me and my son.

A week later, I felt that the pain in my lower back was almost healed, and I didn’t have a few more patches of medicine left. It was just the legs that weren’t doing so well yet, and as usual, after dinner, my son shuffled the dishes around and went into my room to put the medicine on for me. I crouched on the bed, my son rolled my pajamas to the waist above, with a hot towel to cover the old cream, after a while, the old cream pulled down. Then the hot new poultice was put on. I couldn’t see my son’s gaze, but I felt his hot eyes moving up and down my bare waist and back, and I heard the sharp intake of breath that he was trying so hard to control. It made me feel instinctively shy and I buried my head in the pillow, my face hot and burning.

In fact, I feel this way every day when I change my medication.

As the poultice was applied to the injury, I felt it was too hot. There was a gasp of surprise.

Oops.

I backhanded my hand to scratch at my back, not really, it was just an instinctive reaction. But my hand went between my son’s legs in a flash. I didn’t realize it at first, until I seemed to grab a handful of something hard and pouty and thick-like, and I felt what it was. Oh my God, I was actually holding my son’s erect penis, and I almost hurriedly tried to pull my hand back, when somehow the lights in the room went out.

It was as if everything was arranged. In the darkness I heard my son’s ragged breathing, and my hastily retracted hand was taken in one of his.

Mom.

My son called down to me, but his hand, which was much thicker and stronger than mine, took my hand and dragged it towards the place I had just touched without meaning to, and my heart went haywire when my palm touched the bulging, swollen account of my son’s crotch. Inside my mind all of a sudden I had a vision of my son tripping on his bed, holding that thick, powerful thing that was hard as if it was demonstrating to me. I didn’t have time to think about it. Instead, my palms instinctively circled, and through the not-so-thick clothing, I was surprised to hold the thing.

It’s so big and hot, so uplifted and energized.

It was as if I saw my son again pressing my panties to that soon-to-be-cumming glans.

Again, it was as if I saw my son calling low to me as he trembled with pleasure.

Mom.

My son’s voice trembled, and it was as if I felt the hot breath from his nose hitting my bare back. But my son’s call also woke me up. What was left of my sanity told me exactly what I was doing.

I tried to jerk my hand back sharply.

My son’s hand is stronger, however, and he tightens his grip on my wrist. Not letting me move.

Mommy. It’s so cozy.

I was crushed at once. The same low call from my son as he ejaculated appeared in my mind.

I almost lost consciousness as my delicate hands skillfully and forcefully grasped my son’s young life. What a vivid and exciting life.

My son’s hands were almost trembling as they slowly moved up my back. Those hands were thick, and strong. Sizzling the skin of my delicate back, I felt a tingling sensation emanating from my back, a sensation that seemed to have left me for ages. But I was sure how much I loved that feeling. I subconsciously straightened my back, letting every inch of my delicate, caress-hungry skin stretch under my son’s hands.

My son’s hand trembled and moved inside my clothing. Resting on my rounded shoulders. Squeezing and kneading gently, so comfortably, I let out a long, drawn-out breath. I didn’t want those hands to stop. There were so many parts of my body that needed to be touched and stroked by such hot, strong hands.

My hand unconsciously caressed my son’s lower body. I think that is a woman’s instinct, every woman, especially a woman who has experienced sex, when touching a man’s erect penis, will unconsciously hold him in the palm of her hand, measuring his length, feeling his heat, experiencing his hardness, and sharing his passion.

The son’s sex organ already seemed to be fully developed, thick not to mention almost the same length as his father’s, and that hotness was even greater than it seemed to be in his husband’s organ.

My son’s hands roamed my shoulders and neck for a moment and began to slowly move up my chest. I gasped and instinctively raised my shoulders slightly. My already aroused and bulging breasts fell into my son’s exploring, unskilled hands. Lying back on the bed made my engorged and bulging breasts feel crushed as if they needed a strong pair of hands to rub them hard to squeeze and squeeze, and my son got his hands on them. I could hardly believe how full I was.

My son’s hands were hot over the peaks of my erect breasts. There was a moment’s hesitation before I felt two other nipples on the tips of my breasts that had long been erect from excitement and had hardened like two grains of stone. My son’s hand seemed to carry some curiosity, but I think it was more of a thrill. His fingers, I think it was his middle and forefingers actually clamped down on those two hard nipples, and the hardness of them excited and thrilled him as his hands gently squeezed and squeezed my bulging breasts.

Mom.

My son’s low call no longer embarrassed me at this point. Lust had long since driven reason from me. Instead, the low call was like an aphrodisiac, making me almost forget to breathe as it rang in my ears. In a trance, the man beside me was a son one moment, a husband the next. Eventually I couldn’t tell the difference, no, it was that I didn’t have time to tell anymore.

Because my hand was no longer satisfied with just stroking my son’s hard sex through his clothing, the hotness was enticing me to get more directly in touch with him, to feel his power. My hand probed into the waist of my son’s pants, down to the crotch, which was propped up high. The thing just throbbed and struggled slightly, sliding into my slender hand with heat, with fire. I squeezed.

It’s so hard.

It makes me wonder if my husband’s hard penis is back, but it feels like he’s never been this hard before. A teenage boy’s penis should be this hard. I hold him tightly and let his throbbing pulse sizzle in my palm. What a hot thing.

My caresses must have made my son feel more comfortable and happy than he had ever felt before. His hand almost stopped.

The panting, however, increased. My son stretched him out, no longer sitting, but lying down next to me. He straightened his legs, his lower erection restraining him, and I gently stroked my son’s engorged sex. Letting him relieve that constraint.

My son’s face was hot to the nape of my neck, and his rapid breathing brought out a trail of hot breath spraying down my neck.

Mom.

My son was calling down to me. The hands increased in strength.

He was clearly more interested in my hard, erect nipples than the whole full, bulging breasts, and switched to controlling my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, gently turning and pulling them. His not-so-skillful caresses added to my excitement.

I didn’t have to look, I could imagine how excited my nipples had become.

Mom.

Apparently not satisfied with the unrelenting lapping of my slender hand, my son sent his hips forward and I felt the tip of the thing against my waist. My son jerked his hips and the thing rubbed against my waist.

Faint.

I turned my head and face teamed my son, the room was still dark and I couldn’t get a good look at my son’s face, all I felt was the rush of his hot breath on my face.

I’m your mom.

I don’t know if this counts as a last stand because I’m so weak.

Mom.

My son’s hand pinched resolutely at my nipple as his lower body squeezed harder.

I sighed. Gave up the struggle. Slowly turned around. My son’s hands moved to my back in a flash and rolled me into his not-so-mature, but already masculine arms. I could feel my son’s violent heartbeat, my son’s body was so fit and hot.

At that moment, I felt all the pain in my body disappear and my senses sharpened. My son’s long, thick, huge sex organ was pressed firmly against my belly through my clothes. It was still throbbing vaguely. My son’s embrace was so tight it almost took my breath away a little, but I felt so comfortable and safe. Like being in my husband’s arms. But with a thrill and a strange excitement that I never felt in my husband’s arms.

My son, obviously not only to what to do next, was rubbing me in his arms and jabbing his hard-on into me. But nothing else.

Mom, it’s so sad.

My son whispered low in my ear. I realized he was still a child who knew nothing and could do nothing. A big boy who was mature but had never experienced anything yet.

Darkness makes one forget shame and morality, restraints and rules.

Weiwei, don’t move. Mommy will help you.

My voice was barely audible in the darkness, and I think my face must have been red enough to bleed by then. My hands removed my son’s pants, I removed my own son’s pants with my own hands.

Once again, I couldn’t help but marvel at my son’s greatness as I grasped his sex again. My son heard me.

No more desperately slamming that hot thing into the small of my back, but I felt him shuddering slightly. I tightened my grip on that huge cock and skillfully worked it, like I was giving him a fatherly caress, like I was caressing him myself as he masturbated.

Mom!

My son gasped and screamed so long and so much that it moved me.

His hands also moved down my bare back, slowly inserting themselves into the waist of my pants and further down. My plump, jutting buttocks fell into his hands. The moment my son hooped my ass made me want to run away a little. I was his mother, after all. But my son’s hands were so strong, and in one fell swoop, my buttocks were so tight that I didn’t even have the slightest room to struggle.

Another reason for wanting to escape was my shyness. As soon as my son forced me to hold his sex organ, I felt my bottom begin to moisten, and the unashamed love juices leaked out from the depths of my vagina without stopping for a moment. As he caressed my breasts, I felt the inside of my thighs get all sticky. Then there was between my femurs, with all that liquid nastily dripping everywhere. When my son held my hips, I was already wet with water up there too.

And my dampness obviously turned my son on. He had such long hands, and as he gathered me from the front, his hands moved surprisingly slowly toward my femurs. It was almost time to let my own son explore my mother’s most shameful, embarrassing place.

The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I tried to resist, but I felt more liquid trickling out.

The growing dampness and sticky liquid had my son’s hand resolutely probing my crotch. I felt my son’s breathing become more rapid, almost like he was moaning. And the sex in my hand hardened more and more, as if it had gotten bigger and thicker as well. What a big boy my son was still, with a thin layer of skin encasing his thick giant glans, unlike his father, with his smooth round thing so uninhibitedly exposed. But his son was still growing, and it wouldn’t be long before he would be as, no, probably more magnificent than his husband.

I couldn’t stop the curiosity of my son’s hands no matter how much I clenched my legs. The moment he parted his legs. My face should have blushed with shame or excitement to the extreme. I winced and buried my entire face into my son’s chest.

My son had finally found his mother’s source, and I was screaming for embarrassment like spilled soup between my legs. But when my son’s trembling fingers almost carefully touched the swollen, open mouth of my pussy that kept spitting out love juices, I actually felt a sense of comfort I’d never felt before, as if I’d finally done something.

Mom, you’re so full of water.

My son whispered in my ear, not in flirtation, but in admiration.

Calling.

My blushing face tightened against my son’s violently beating heart. The hand tightened around his hard sex organ. Exploring a woman’s body for the first time made my son excited curious and nervous. His fingers moved carefully around my crotch. My parted and swollen labia, my soft and open mouth, and even the straggly and equally soft pubic hairs on either side of it, all made my son marvel. His explorations made my arousal erupt like a volcano. It made me shiver wherever my fingers touched. It made me want to moan out loud. But it was my beloved son’s hands that were roaming my shameful privates.

My son’s fingers rubbed back and forth between my cracked, swollen and numb labia, and this rubbing made my vagina flow out uncontrollably like an open river of love juices that made me shy. It also made the depths of my vagina begin to itch, and the sensitive mucous membranes and muscles inside the vaginal cavity began to twitch and experience slight spasms, and this kind of itching and spasms are the inevitable reaction of a normal woman who wants a man’s erect sex organ to go in and pump it, to go in and rub it, after she has been sexually stimulated. And I have such a fully erect, fully presenting an excited woman wanting sex organ touching thing in my hand. But I couldn’t, because it was my son’s body that this thing was on.

But my resistance couldn’t dictate my body’s response, and as I twisted my slender waist and a slight moan began to leak from my mouth, I pushed up my lower body and went to entangle my pussy with my son’s fingers. There was an intolerable itch in the cavity of my convulsing vagina, an itch that could be excruciating.

My son must have been unaware of my sadness, his fingers were just curiously exploring the outside of my vaginal opening, probably sensing my twitching there, or perhaps attracted by the constant flow of liquid coming out of there, his fingers hesitated for a moment and actually probed in.

Geez.

I clenched my legs, no, rather I violently tightened my sphincter in the cavity of my lower body.

My son’s fingers though were not as satisfying to me as his cock, now erect in my hand. But that somewhat clumsy finger still gave me great pleasure the moment it entered his mother’s moist vaginal opening.

Mom, it’s so tight. It’s like it’s biting me.

My son leaned in my ear.

Weiwei ah ……

I almost cried out. Started panting sharply and moaning softly.

I didn’t teach my son how to move, and in a slutty mother probably wouldn’t have done so, but my son’s fingers literally explored my bottom, those hungry mucous membranes on the smooth, sticky love juices of my vaginal cavity wrapping themselves around my son’s fingers moment by moment. I couldn’t tell if it was my son’s middle or index finger that was probing into me, but he did probe deep, stroking the spasming mucous membranes inside my cavity. This stroking made me feel like my lower body was convulsing with pleasure. Love juices kept pouring out like a never ending stream. The hand that was slightly resting on my crotch I could feel was covered with those sticky fluids that made me namely shy and helpless.

Boys perhaps this very exploration of the female body is one of the greatest thrills for them. I also felt my son’s penis rising and getting hotter as he stroked his way around my moist vagina with slight effort. I also heard him breathing so heavily. And his toned body began to tense and tremble.

I was already a sexually mature and sophisticated wife and mother, and my son’s behavior made me feel that he was about to reach the peak of pleasure. My hands were actually getting a little weak, as Micro’s penis was really big and it was difficult to hold him in one hand. This made it more difficult to help him with his sleeve, as a man needs stronger and faster friction when he’s in the throes of passion. His son’s underdeveloped sex organs also prevented him from reaching his peak faster. The thin layer of skin wrapped around the head prevented me from directly and effectively stimulating the most sensitive part of their glans when I was fingering him, and it wasn’t like my son was a child who had never had this experience before. He himself had already learned how to make himself happy a long time ago. Prolonged masturbation has reduced the sensitivity of the sexual organs. And I’m afraid of hurting him, so I’m sure I won’t be able to reach an orgasm any easier than if he did it himself. But sometimes the mental stimulation is more than the physical. That’s the case with my son now.

He was caressing my private parts making him feel even more stimulated. My rimming also gave him a different feeling than when he moved himself.

Right now, I could feel that my son was close. The thought of a mother struggling with her hands, ready to make her son cum. I then had a great sense of shame, which surprisingly evolved into a strange thrill and great excitement in the darkness. I was surprised to feel a lustful thrill as I listened to my son gasp and moan in my own ear.

Mom. I …… I ……

My son suddenly shuddered, and the hand that had been groping inside my pussy withdrew, his arms tightening around me.

Baby, Weevil, come on.

I felt my son’s urgency. The strength and frequency of my hands quickened.

The young body of my soon-to-be-cumming son was so hot it almost hoovered me up. My son pushed his hips up toward me, motionless, his hard sex straight, quivering and spasming, waiting for that moment. My arousal was also incited to its peak by my son’s excitement. Surprisingly, I began to gasp as well, as if I was about to climax with the same tension and excitement.

The quivering intensified as the slight male organ began to rise, so large that it almost broke free from my grasp.

Mom ah …… ah!

Screaming out slightly, I felt the thing in my hand jerk up one by one, the hot liquid hitting my belly one by one even as my son’s sex organ jerked. It was as if I had experienced an orgasm as well as the hot liquid spurted onto me. I could feel the sphincter muscles in my vaginal cavity begin to contract in rhythm with my son’s powerful ejaculation. And a pleasure similar to that only experienced during an orgasm rose from deep within my vagina and quickly traveled throughout my body.

I backhanded my son’s sturdy back and let out a long, emotional sigh.

Weiwei ah ……

It was as if I had actually experienced a sideways orgasm. My body was still shaking slightly, I was a little dizzy, I was sweating a little on my forehead and back, and worst of all, my private parts, which were wet and slippery, which made me feel shy, since it was my son who had made me so wet and slippery. But I was rapturous, like after a really wild experience of a satisfying fuck with a man, I felt relaxed and peaceful and a little sleepy.

My son hadn’t quite recovered from his panting, and it felt so good to hear his thumping, powerful heartbeat.

My son was sweating too, and I snuggled into his robust arms, the smell of that sweat smothering and enveloping me in a comfort that called to me beyond words.

I closed my eyes slightly, not wanting to move a muscle. And at that moment, the lights in the room came on all of a sudden. This sudden light made me feel extremely embarrassed, and I felt my face burning even more, burying my face deeper into my son’s chest. How am I going to face this with my beloved son.

Suddenly my son’s wet and hot lips were at my forehead.

Mom, I’m so comfortable. I’ve never been so comfortable.

My body shuddered, not knowing how to answer my son.

My son’s hand gently caressed my bare back.

Mom, your skin is so smooth and soft.

My son gave a low sigh of approval. Just like when he had just complimented me on how wet I was, my son’s words made my heart skip a beat.

Mom smells so good.

I also felt a nice smell around me, but it was not any kind of aroma, I understood that it was the smell of my love juices, it was not a fragrance, but a strange but arousing smell. Weakly’s father also said that this smell always makes him very excited. Now the room is also filled with the smell of the semen that Weiwei just ejaculated, ejaculation is still solidified in my abdomen at the semen, now gradually melted, from my abdomen to the downward flow, young men’s semen flavor is really different from the adult men, there is a kind of unspeakable fragrance, like some kind of plant blossom when the smell. That flavor made me feel intoxicated as well.

Mom ……

My son reached up and cupped my burning face, and I slowly raised my eyes to the same red-hot face of my son, eyes filled with love and gratitude. I wrapped my arms around his neck and surprisingly closed my eyes and tilted my face up. My son’s hot lips leaned in with a shiver.

The four lips met immediately and latched on like magnets. My son was rusty he sucked hard on my lips, I gasped, parted my lips and spit out my tongue. My son was smart, our tongues were entangled and sucking on each other.

Turns out kissing your own son is so mesmerizing.

After a long time, we parted, our eyes met, and a thousand words were exchanged in a flash. I realized that my son’s gaze did not look like that of a little boy anymore, it was clearly that of a man looking at the woman he loved. I closed my eyes and tears welled up. What his father had failed to do for so long, his son had accomplished. It was my destiny to be entangled with my two favorite men in this life.

Mom …… mom ……

My son saw my tears and probably got scared and called down to me.

Micro …… I am speechless, but more tears.

Mom, you scold me. My son’s self-doubt makes my heart ache.

Micro is right, and if she’s wrong, it’s mom who’s wrong.

No, Mom. Mommy, Weevil loves you so much. Either love mommy love, or love you. I often can’t sleep at night. I often miss my mom.

Sometimes I think about it during the day. It’s so hard to think about.

Weiwei, mommy loves you too, so much. But mommy is really scared, because mommy still loves your daddy. What should mommy do?

Mom ……

My son kissed me again, and we caressed each other’s mouths, each other’s lips, like two hungry lovers.