Now, I was naked and sitting comfortably on my naked son’s legs. It was late at night, and we were both sitting, one behind the other, at the desk in my son’s bedroom. My son’s rod plunged into my fleshy hole, and a shockwave of the rod’s expansion traveled all over my body. We had long wanted to record in writing a complete account of our mother-son fuck.
Because we had watched the video we had made of ourselves having intercourse, we felt that the video was somewhat lacking in conveying the various subtle sensations of the senses and inner feelings we had during intercourse. My son turned sideways and watched me type one word after another, watching me write and revise as I went along. My son kept kissing my back. The back of my neck. Both ears.
It could be clearly felt as the rod in his flesh hole crumbled up again and again. I knew that it was the words I had written that were exciting him. As a mother, I am familiar with my son beyond words. Every tiny active or passive movement of my son during intercourse subtly modulated my sensual response.
My son was caressing my back, my breasts, both my arms. My son, my baby, is good at arousing my pleasure.
My smart son, quickly learned to skillfully catalyze and control my orgasm. His multifaceted stimulation of the rod, hands, lips, and forearms sent shivers down my spine. My hands, eyes, and brain wouldn’t listen to me. I want the pleasure to last. I want the pleasure to last.
Use words to constantly titillate my son’s sexual desires. My son gets sexual pleasure, giving me stimulation and transferring pleasure to me. Stroking, giving pleasure to the epidermis of my body.
The movement of his penis inside my vagina gives me pleasure inside my body. What I ultimately want is for him to ejaculate and instill his pleasure in me. I prefer the time-lagged, intermediated pleasure to the pleasure I get from masturbation or intercourse with my husband. It’s all-encompassing, inside and out. The pleasure covered and flooded my skin, my mouth, my tongue, my vagina, my uterus, and my organs were crashing and popping. My son hugged and kissed me with all his might. Unspeakable reactions of pleasure. Encouragement and gratitude. Or maybe it’s being naughty. I am a mother who has been enjoying soulful intercourse with my son for almost a year. I would like to share our unspeakable pleasure with my readers. I would like to write down in gigantic detail the various feelings and thoughts of a mother and son united as one.
What prompted me to break through the mother-son social taboo was an unintentional reading of an online piece on mother-son incest. As a result of that reading, I accepted my son’s pleas for the first time and finally agreed to have coitus with him, engaging in full intercourse with him and allowing him to ejaculate into me. The piece translated from Japanese told a story that was very similar to my experience and was well written and translated. So I privately downloaded that piece and rewrote it based on my own experience. Although it is a rewrite, I believe that careful readers can find that there are many passages that are not in the original text, and most of the original passages have been supplemented according to my own experience.
Whether my additions are detailed text or uninspired verbiage is for the reader to decide, and I don’t need to say anything more. I am grateful to the author and translator of the original text for giving me inspiration. I am grateful to the author and translator of the original text for giving me inspiration. Inspiration to write Inspiration to deal with my son Inspiration to make the transition from intimacy to sex with my son I was told. From intimacy to sex with my son I was tapping away at the computer keyboard while my son’s hands caressed my breasts and clitoris. A wave of pleasure, electric currents coursing, rushing, rushing through my body. A wave of pleasure, electric currents coursing, rushing, rushing through my body. Thoughts are turbulent, hands trembling. of my hands, washed away by the flood of pleasure couldn’t write, had to stop first it was my turn to mindfully regulate the rhythm of my son’s libido. Sideways, reach out to the table side of a glass of water to the son’s mouth. Men like to stay as long as possible in the libido plateau, as long as possible to prolong the pleasure of sexual intercourse. Men like to stay as long as possible in the libido plateau, as long as possible to prolong the pleasure of sexual intercourse. For some reason, the result of prolonged pleasure for men is always thirst.
Staring at his son, he watched as he took a few big, soothing gulps. It was obvious to feel the rod that had been crumbling to the breaking point in his meat hole begin to loosen up a little. If I hadn’t stopped in time just now, my son would have been unable to restrain himself from racing to orgasm and ejaculating cum once he surpassed a certain tipping point. I was at a sexual plateau, my flesh hole tightening. The rod that softened after ejaculation would squeeze me out of my flesh hole like toothpaste.
We, mother and son, know now that once the ejaculation starts, the situation is out of our control. I want to keep my son’s meat stick inside me. My son also wants his meat stick to be firm in his meat hole. Our son has just sent out all kinds of signals indicating that he wants to keep us mother and son as one. He doesn’t want to cum now, he wants to see me continue to write, to write more words that stimulate him, to keep the meat stick continually firm in the meat hole. After many years of marriage, it was only after having intercourse with my son that I really figured out the tacit understanding of intercourse between a man and a woman, and learned to appreciate the marvelous carnal communication between a man and a woman during intercourse. Mutual stimulation and feedback through touch, smell, taste. Like a lower life form.
The sounds made during ecstatic intercourse are biological sounds, primitive sounds, which are impossible to form into clear words. It is the man and the woman who are immersed in the great pleasure of sexual intercourse who can experience such a chaotic, wonderful, ineffable state of originality. My son was pinching my nipples, seeking my stimulation, he wanted to stimulate me so he could stimulate him.
The urge to ejaculate has subsided. I knew that it was the above paragraphs of rational analysis that had suppressed his urge to ejaculate at the touch of a button. Now, my son’s right index finger was picking at my flesh hole. I was the one who had seen through his secret and he was inflicting a little naughty, little punishment on me. My son stared sideways at me as he shoved his finger into his meat hole.
He knows that little naughty, little punishments like this are a huge turn on for me. My son usually especially enjoys watching me force myself to endure unbearable sexual stimulation that can make me explode at any moment. I also like to stumble and continue writing in the comforting dizziness of pleasure under my son’s constant, ever-increasing sexual stimulation.
Keep writing, keep savoring the thrill of mother-son intercourse. The words that kept being typed into the computer stimulated both of us at the same time. The rod inserted in my meaty hole brings another layer of interaction and mutual stimulation to both us, mother and son. Typing a stimulating phrase, phrase, or even a word caused my son’s rod to squirm in my meat hole.
My son’s reaction caused me to react. I moan/wiggle/flesh hole spasms/contracts/keep writing/stop/write again. My reaction provokes my son’s reaction, my son’s reaction provokes my reaction, my sexuality, the direction of my literary veins. Text son mother son text son mother son the most wonderful most wonderful chain reaction in the world. Pulling one to start the whole body, multiple multi-faceted stimulation of internal and external coordination coordination coordination interaction interaction interaction loop back and forth loop back and forth loop back and forth loop back and forth coordination coordination coordination coordination coordination coordination mother and son tuning coitus, harmonious intercourse. Loop back to strengthen the stimulation, pleasure rises. We mother and son immersed in waves of pleasure, experiencing one orgasm after another.
With my son’s penis in my vagina, we sat at the computer as one, mother and son. I keyed one word into the computer, describing the nuances of what it was like to write about our mother-son intercourse. My son kept kissing me and touching me. I adjusted my words as I adjusted to my son’s stimulation of me.
My son adjusted his stimulation of me as I stimulated him. We mother and son tuned in to coitus, harmonious intercourse. Back and forth in circles of intensified stimulation, the pleasure rises and rises. We, mother and son, were immersed in waves of pleasure, experiencing orgasm after orgasm. Two of my son’s fingers were now rubbing my clit. The fingers were covered with the love juices flowing from the fleshy hole and glided smoothly over the clitoris.
I had an orgasm I think that the transition from sexual attraction to intercourse, between a mother and her son, is the natural of the natural. The sex that gives the most fulfillment is the sex based on true understanding, true adoration. And in these morbidly modern times of the AIDS epidemic, sex based on true understanding and adoration is also the safest sex.
There is no understanding under heaven that can surpass the mutual understanding between mother and child. There is no amount of adoration under heaven that can surpass the innocence of adoration between mother and son. My son’s face was pressed against my back, one hand was rubbing my breasts hard, and the other hand was spread flat on my mound rubbing back and forth hard.
The son groaned. The urge to cum came back. I stopped. Wait for it to subside. It was only after I had a physical relationship with my son that I realized the difference between the physiology of men and women is truly amazing. A man’s libido fluctuates greatly, but a woman can maintain her orgasm for a long time. Even if a woman has had an orgasm, her orgasm is only reduced to a sexual plateau, so she can have multiple orgasms in a short period of time. A man’s orgasm is the moment of ejaculation, a brief moment that lasts less than a second. Men crave the instantaneous pleasure of ejaculation and dread that moment, because the arrival is usually followed by a rapid libido fade. The rod slackens a bit. The urge to ejaculate goes down.
During the first two days of coitus with his son, the son’s rod often stayed steel-hard after ejaculation, so he had continuous sexual intercourse. It was my son’s youthfulness and strength, coupled with years of repressed sexual hunger, that made him ask for sexual intercourse continuously, day and night, during those two days. The total number of times he had sex during those two days was nearly twenty, and he remembered that he had ejaculated three times in a row twice, and the rest of the time it was two times in a row.
It was only after having a steady sexual relationship with my son that I fully realized that what intoxicates a man the most is the plateau of the moment before ejaculation. My son was kissing and stroking me, his fingers rubbing lightly on my clit, his rod firm. He’s at that moment of plateau right now before he ejaculates. The plateau of a man’s libido can rise and fall violently at any time.
My son’s rod was bouncing gently in my meat hole. My son was on the verge of imminent ejaculation. A man’s sexual partner must be careful to maintain balance in order to sustain the man’s highest level of enjoyment. Even the slightest misstep can cause a man to lose control, and the gently bouncing rod will in turn spasm and shake, and semen will be ejected in a single, uncontrollable burst.
The meat stick was still bouncing in the flesh hole. The sensitive flesh hole felt that the penis was bouncing slightly more than a moment ago. It was an extremely subtle difference that could only be detected with extensive experience. I knew that if I didn’t control it well, within a fraction of a second, the powerful urge to ejaculate would come lightning fast, causing my son to ejaculate.
Must suppress his desire to ejaculate. I slowed down my typing to avoid any subtle missteps, to avoid writing off the cuff words that would further give him intense stimulation. Maintaining a man’s subtle plateau requires subtle skill on the part of both parties to intercourse, a long period of careful figuring out, and a long period of coital cooperation between a man and a woman.
The meat stick loosens up. Stimulate him, it won’t trigger ejaculation now I’m working with my son mother and son, mating, coitus, intercourse, I want my son’s white semen to shoot into my vagina and out of my vagina I’m writing this to stimulate my son. My son’s rod went slack. The rod that was just bouncing gently, ready to ejaculate, is now very loose. Seeing words like “Mother and son cooperate, mate, copulate, fuck, I want my son’s white semen to shoot into my vagina and flow out of my vagina”, the flaccid rod must become firm again.
My son’s penis stayed in my vagina.
We had intercourse on one side, and I did the work on the other side, constantly hitting the computer keyboard, describing the detailed process of our mother-son intercourse, and the various subtle feelings during the intercourse. I was on my son’s lap, and while my son watched me write, he kept kissing my cheeks, my back, and running his hands back and forth all over my body, caressing my inner thighs and fondling my breasts.
With my son on the verge of ejaculation all the time, we as a mother and son are constantly fine-tuning our mutual stimulation, both literally and physically, so that we as a mother and son linger as long as possible in the sexual plateau (PLATEAU ) that precedes orgasm. For the woman, the sexual plateau is a relatively accurate description. But for the man during intercourse, the sexual plateau is not a flat, simple plain, but rather a steep, slippery hill. If you stand still for a moment, you will slide. But if you push a little too hard, you can really overdo it, and your son’s semen will gush out, followed by a rapid loss of libido. My son was already experienced enough in intercourse to know that my libido still wouldn’t go down anytime soon after he ejaculated.
Therefore, after ejaculation, my son will continue to tenderly touch me and comfort me. However, we both, mother and son, like to enjoy the sexual plateau that precedes orgasm. When my son’s libido is slipping, he likes to pull me back and ask me to kiss him mouth-to-mouth, just to turn himself back on.
There are two ways I stimulate my son when I notice the penis in my vagina softening. One is physical, which means slightly raising and lowering his hindquarters to stimulate the penis directly with his vagina. One more way uses literal stimulation. “I work with my son mother and son, mating, coitus, intercourse, I want my son’s white semen to shoot into my vagina and out of my vagina.” I write this to stimulate my son. My son’s rod goes slack.
It was the rod that was just now bouncing gently, ready to ejaculate cum at any moment.
The meat stick would respond to the text and firm up again. The damage done to modern man by society’s taboo against mother-child intercourse has become very evident. Unmarried pregnancies, so-called adolescent revolts, and dangerous periods of adolescent growth are all, I believe, the result of the taboo against parent-child intercourse. My own experience as a mother has taught me that if I do not allow my son to explore and enter my body, I cannot explore and enter my son’s heart. If I don’t give my whole body to my son, my son will not be able to receive my heart, and we will not be able to understand each other completely. If I obey the social taboos, I cannot convince my son to trust me with his heart, and I cannot control and discipline my son, who is at a dangerous stage of physical and mental growth.
This seems to me to be the simplest of truths. Yet most humans would rather put their children in danger, let them bump their luck in danger, even into the valley of the shadow of death, than honor inexplicable social taboos. The rod of flesh went slack. My son is stimulating my clitoris, asking me to stimulate him, asking me to write something more exciting now.
After my son established a sexual relationship with me, he gained self-confidence and did better in school. This is because his body and his spirit have re-established a strong connection with his mother. When my son was sexually aroused by sexy women outside, by classmates, friends, and passers-by, he would come to me, have sex with me on one side, and confess to me on the other:
“Mom, today I saw my beautiful classmate #### wearing a short top and tight black pants. Seeing her slim waist and round ass, I wanted to take off her pants, shave her pubic hair, listen to her screams, and stick my rod into her naked sex …… “The rod stood erect, and my son gave me a thrill up.
Since having a full sexual relationship with my son, I don’t worry about my son being stimulated out there anymore, instead I love it when he gets the thrill of excitement and comes home to take his sexual desires out on me. I love it when my son jets his semen into me. As a mother, I like to channel and guide my son’s sexual desires into my vagina.
I turned him on. The meat stick crumbled again. Since we had established a sexual relationship as mother and son, my son no longer suffered from sexual anguish. With me ready to fulfill his desires, my son no longer has a morbid curiosity or hunger for sex.
The meat stick was bouncing gently. At this moment, my son could cum at any time.
The moment a man is about to ejaculate, the woman just needs to be still and the urge to ejaculate usually subsides within about ten to twenty seconds. After it subsides, stimulation needs to be resumed immediately in order for the man to maintain the pleasure of the erotic plateau. With a slight delay, the urge to ejaculate subsides too far, and the man’s pleasure quickly diminishes.
Re-propelling a man’s excitement to a sexual plateau requires harder and more skillful techniques. Nine times out of ten, the result is to catapult the man’s libido up too fast, over the sexual plateau, to orgasm and ejaculation. The crumbling rod of flesh bounced slightly again. There could be no stimulation, no friction on the son now. The slightest mistake and the semen would have to be ejected.
Can’t write stimulating text now, a little too much stimulation and he’s going to lose control and ejaculate.
With my son’s penis in my vagina, we were stimulating each other both literally and physically so that we, mother and son, were constantly enjoying pre-ejaculatory orgasms. I felt my son’s penis twitch again in my vagina. It seemed that the words I was typing into the computer were stimulating my son a little too much.
I was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to ejaculate and the semen would jet out, bringing our mother-son intercourse to an end. To write a little rational analysis to suppress my son’s urge to ejaculate for a while. As a mother, I have never been able to understand the social taboo against mother-son intercourse. The average parent, seeing his child horny, tries to satisfy his horny desires as quickly as possible, giving him water, orange juice, milk, fruits, sausages, bread. For the sake of the child’s healthy development, the parent will also change the food and drink pattern to attract the child and fully quench his thirst. No one wants his child to dig a well when he is thirsty, or to hunt or gather his own food when he is hungry.
However, in a so-called civilized society, when confronted with sex-starved children, their parents push them away and ask them to feel their way in the dangerous world and solve their problems on their own. Unconscionable. Against nature.
The evils of sexual taboos are well known:
Horny promiscuity, unrestrained frenzy, rape, rape and murder, suicide, sexual impotence, frigidity, venereal disease.
The meat stick softened. Not all the way soft, but this time it was noticeably softer than the previous times. My son’s urge to ejaculate was suppressed a little too much. His sexual pleasure was rapidly waning. My son was kissing the back of my neck, stroking and stimulating my clit, my nipples. My son wanted me to stimulate him up. I landed on both feet and gently raised my hips, moving them up and down, letting my meaty hole massage his rod.
I could write some exciting words to get the meat stick hard again. In order to continue to write rational words coherently, I now had to do two things at once. Sorting out rational thoughts while pondering how to catalyze my son’s pleasure. While hurriedly typing, I massaged my son’s sex. The meat stick gradually regains its toughness. I slow down the up and down movement of my hips.
One can go on writing coherent words. As a mother, I am powerless to save sick civilized society, sick civilized humanity. I can only save my son. After breaking the taboo of mother-son intercourse with my son, I am glad to see that my son is able to face his sexual hunger with a normal mind, just as he faces his usual hunger.
Unlike the vast majority of his peers, my son no longer views sex as unusually important or unusually trivial.
It was only after completing full coitus with my son that a thorough understanding between us, mother and son, began to gradually build.
We, mother and son, learned to stimulate each other during intercourse and work together to maximize sexual pleasure.
In the process, we also learn to experience, experience experience experience, and know with our bodies all the subtle emotions and mood swings between each other. Free from social taboos, free from guilt, the mother and son frankly sexually engage their genitals, allowing the son to inject his full passion and semen into the mother’s body, so that we, mother and son, can enter into the realm of true blending of water and milk.
The meat bounced. My son’s urge to cum was back. I stopped moving my hips up and down for fear that he would cum. After my son and I broke free of social taboos and established a watered-down physical and spiritual relationship, I watched my son gain an incredible, unshakable self-confidence. My son no longer felt shame, inferiority, loss, or despair over any woman, because he knew that he could always return to his mother for affection, understanding, comfort, and relief. The son no longer shared the morbid curiosity and hunger for sex that characterized his peers and even most adults. The rod of flesh softened. The need to stimulate his son’s words came back.
I want my son to burst his rod into my cervix. I want my son to jet and sow sperm into my womb.
I want my son’s vibrant spermatozoa to break through the outer wall of my egg. I want to fertilize and get pregnant. I want to see what kind of child I can have with my son. Frequent bouncing up of the rod again stimulated him to the edge of ejaculation son seems to ejaculate no ejaculation is so dangerous today is the danger of my conception. Frequent mother-son intercourse and emotional and informational exchanges have enabled my son to know my physiological cycle like the back of his hand. Not only can we use birth control, but we can enjoy the pleasure of being especially stimulated because of the danger. Tonight it was three hours from the start of coitus. The longer the plateau lasts, the more likely a man is to ejaculate suddenly or to have a rapid loss of libido. The longer the plateau period lasts, the more the maintenance of a man’s pleasure requires a high degree of delicate balancing skills, skills that need to be acquired through a long period of love, care and attention. I feel my rod softening rapidly now I want to have another child to be a mother again I want to produce milk again I want to savor the sensation of my breasts swollen and aching with milk again I want to give one side of my bulging breasts to my little baby and the other side to my son I want my son to coitus with me while sucking on my milk I want my son to help me help me to feel how to reconcile the production of milk with the ups and downs of my sexuality I want my milk to be sprayed into my son’s mouth Son’s cum jet into my vagina I want to develop new pleasures. My son wrapped his arms around me my son screamed as my son ejaculated his rod shuddered the first three times in a row like a series of shots in quick succession, then six more times, one after another at intervals long enough for me to count them clearly. In the middle of the last two intervals I keyed in three words. Again and again the rod quivered unexpectedly, and again and again my son ejaculated unexpectedly, pushing me to a high, high orgasm. Tonight, the number of times my son ejaculated and quivered broke all previous records.
The rod went completely limp. A perfect fuck. I’m going to go to bed with my son. My son has gotten into the habit of not going to sleep until he ejaculates in bed with me. I want my son to go to bed early. Tomorrow is a day of study, a day of life. Sexual intercourse. I don’t know if I will get fertilized and pregnant tonight. It is said that the chance of conception is just twenty percent every time you have intercourse during ovulation.
Neither my son nor I want me to get pregnant now. Both my son and I now want me to get pregnant. I believe it is not difficult for readers to understand the ambivalence of our mother and son. My son’s completely flaccid rod is getting erect again. I am going to go to bed with him. P.S. I wrote the above account of mother-son intercourse. I wanted my son to write it, but he said, “Mom’s writing is good. Mom’s emotions, her sexual skills, and her psychology are more stable than mine. In addition, mom knows that as a man, it is not easy for me to control the urge to ejaculate during the sexual plateau, and I am afraid that I will ejaculate before I have recorded much.
Didn’t we want to write a full and complete factual account? “Lovely son. Reasonable son.
A son who is always considerate of me. Every hole in my body is being used by my son. I am craving for my son’s penetration again. Finally, I hope that the readers of this essay will also enjoy the extreme pleasure we enjoy as mother and son with their lovers, with their husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters while reading it. Let’s read and fuck at the same time.