Chapter 60

Her vagina contracted repeatedly, gripping my penis. She moved faster and faster, one hand on my chest, the other caressing her right breast. I started groaning again, and she moaned and cried out in pleasure. I could feel my penis getting harder and harder, and gradually a tingling sensation came from the base of it. I ejaculated, and she reached another orgasm at the same time. She lay down, her body limp, her head resting on my chest, and said:

“Xiao Cheng, thank you, thank you for letting me enjoy the pleasure of sex again.”

“Auntie, if you still want to in the future, I’m always willing to serve you.”

“Xiao Cheng, could you please not call me Auntie when it’s just the two of us?”

“Okay, then I’ll just call you Wenxi from now on.”

“Thanks.”

From then on, I often made love with Wenxi.

Last March, I married Yiwen and moved in with his mother. But my forbidden game with Wenxi never stopped. We made love whenever we had the chance, even when Yiwen was home. We’d find opportunities to touch or have sex when he wasn’t looking. Sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes on the balcony, even in the bathroom. Because of this, since I married Yiwen, Wenxi hasn’t worn underwear at home except during her period, so she can enjoy our illicit pleasure anytime.

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Chapter 33

Husband is busy with work, so the promiscuous mother seduces her son into bed.

“Ring…ring…”

“Hey honey, I’m so sorry, I’m currently working on a new company project, so I probably won’t be able to come home for a while. Could you tell Ming’er for me? Honey, I have to go now, I’m really busy. Bye.”

“How could this happen? You never come home. Don’t you know how lonely it is for me to be home alone with a child? Besides, you know you haven’t been home for almost half a year.” The person who answered the phone was a beautiful and charming woman. She looked resentful and sat on the sofa with the phone already hung up.

“Doesn’t he know how much I need him? Doesn’t he know how unbearably lonely I am in my bedroom?” the woman thought to herself.

The woman’s name is Shufen, and she lives with her 15-year-old son, Panming. Panming has been very troubled lately. One morning recently, he woke up to find his pants wet, sticky, and smelling fishy, ​​and he also felt somewhat excited. He was terrified. Having always been quite naive and raised with meticulous care from his parents, he thought he had contracted some strange illness.

So he quickly turned on his computer and searched online for similar “conditions,” only to find that this was called “nocturnal emission,” a condition that boys experience at a certain age. However, being sexually inexperienced, he still thought it was just a medical condition that occurred at that age and didn’t know how to resolve it, but he was too afraid to tell his mother. Finally, after experiencing the “condition” again, he decided to tell his mother—Shufen.

Because Pan Ming’s mother married young, even though her son is already a teenager, she still looks very young. She has fair skin, a slender figure, a slim waist, a round and firm bottom, and large breasts. She possesses all the beauty a woman could have. Her beautiful face is always smiling, and when she speaks, dimples appear. She looks like a blooming peony. Since her family is well-off and she doesn’t need to work, her days consist of housework and dressing up. As the weather gets warmer, Shufen has started wearing low-cut tops and very short pants. And because she doesn’t like going outside much, she often walks around “without a bra” to stay cool.

On Saturday, Shufen had just finished her morning chores and was about to rest when her son came over, looking pale and avoiding her gaze, as if he had done something wrong. Shufen, who doted on Panming, assumed something serious had happened and quickly asked him what was wrong.

“Mom, I think I have a disease, and I don’t know how to cure it. I read online that it’s called something like ‘spirit’…” Pan Ming said.

“What’s wrong?” Shufen immediately became anxious upon hearing this. She thought something was wrong with her nerves and hurriedly said, “Where do you feel unwell? Let Mom take a look!”

Seeing his mother’s anxiety, Pan Ming assumed it was some kind of illness and quickly took off his pants, explaining the beginning and end of his “illness” as he did so. Only after her son finished did Shufen feel relieved, even finding it a little funny—it was just a normal physiological symptom. Just as Shufen finished thinking this, she saw that her son had already taken off his pants. Because she had just realized what was happening, she hadn’t noticed and looked down to see.

Upon seeing it, Shufen immediately blushed and her heart raced. She discovered that her 15-year-old son already had a penis larger and thicker than an adult’s. The purple glans was shaped like a bamboo hat, while the penis was as thick as an infant’s arm, with prominent blue veins resembling small blue snakes. The two testicles made the scrotum appear bulging.

Afraid her son would notice something was wrong, Shufen quickly feigned calmness and explained that it wasn’t an illness, but rather a so-called normal characteristic. As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on her son’s large penis; she found it impossible to look away from his adorable, thick member, even though she knew it belonged to her son. But for a woman whose husband was often away and who was in her prime, it was a fatal temptation.

After listening to Shufen’s explanation, Pan Ming was still a little scared and said to Shufen, “Mom, is everything alright here? But sometimes I feel like it suddenly gets bigger and then it swells up and hurts a lot. Could you check it out for me?”

At this moment, Shufen’s mind was filled with thoughts of her son’s large penis. She thought, “I really want to hold that thick penis. If such a big penis could penetrate my cunt, I’d gladly shorten my life by a few years!” As she thought this, she squeezed her legs together, feeling her lower body begin to wet. When she heard Pan Ming say this, Shufen’s desire compelled her to say, “Then let me see, maybe there really is a difference.” With that, her hand trembled as she grasped Pan Ming’s large penis. As Shufen’s hand touched Pan Ming’s penis, “So…so powerful…ah…ah…hard and hot!” Shufen thought to herself.

At that moment, Pan Ming felt a jolt of electric pleasure, and his enormous penis suddenly became erect. This reaction startled Shu Fen; she hadn’t expected his penis to grow so large. Shu Fen’s vagina became even wetter, as if it might leak vaginal fluid. Shu Fen’s soft, fair hands caressed Pan Ming’s penis for a moment before she quickly suppressed her desire, telling Pan Ming it was nothing, and then told him to do his homework while she immediately got up and went back to her room.

After Shufen left, Pan Ming’s excitement hadn’t subsided. He thought about how comfortable it felt and wished his mother could hold it again. Then Pan Ming went back to his room. Back in his room, Pan Ming couldn’t help but recall the pleasure he’d just experienced. So he took off his pants again, gripped his penis, and began to thrust repeatedly. Pan Ming discovered that he could also experience this kind of pleasure. After stimulating himself for a while, Pan Ming went about his own business. Pan Ming was unaware that what happened today had planted a seed of evil in his mother’s heart.

After returning to her bedroom, Shufen couldn’t calm down for a long time. Her mind kept replaying the image of that erect “big cock”—the enormous glans, the thick shaft, the black pubic hair—all of which made her vagina unbearably itchy. So, Shufen took off her clothes, gently placing her hands on her soft breasts and caressing them. She then lowered her fingers to her lower abdomen, finding the pink valley, and stroked it incessantly. Each time she touched the sensitive clitoris, her whole body trembled as if an electric current had flowed through it, filled with intense excitement.

Shufen grabbed her full breasts with her hands while quickly touching her clitoris, occasionally sticking her fingers into her vagina, moaning her husband’s name, but her mind was on the huge penis she had just seen. Then, her moans turned to her son’s name, “Ming’er, Ming’er, I want your penis, fuck me to death, fuck this filthy mother to death, come on, use your thick, big penis to pound into my cunt, it’s welcoming you, oh oh oh oh… Look, it’s constantly flowing with lustful fluid, that’s the nectar welcoming you, mmm mmm mmm… Son, good son, fuck your mother to death, feed her cunt, your mother is a slut, your filthy mother.” Shufen gradually drifted off to sleep amidst this series of pleasures.

From that day on, Pan Ming slowly began to understand what he had thought was an “illness” and what had given him pleasure, gaining some understanding of sexual matters. Therefore, Pan Ming gradually began to pay attention to women, becoming increasingly curious about their bodies. The woman closest to him, his mother, became his target. He found that whenever he saw his mature, voluptuous, and beautiful mother wearing very little clothing, and unintentionally making certain movements—such as bending down to pick something up, swaying her hips as she walked in front of him, or wearing loose pajamas after a shower—he felt his mouth go dry and his penis would become erect. At home, Pan Ming often created opportunities to spy on Shufen, because in the hot summer, Shufen’s alluring body was only covered by a little clothing; sometimes, if he was lucky, he could even see the deep cleavage and the long, snow-white inner thighs.

One holiday morning, Shufen called Panming to get up for breakfast. But after calling him many times, she found he still hadn’t gotten up, so she decided to go to his bedroom. When she arrived, she saw him still fast asleep, not even properly covered by the blanket. Shufen walked over, laughing and scolding, “Aren’t you getting up? Look at you, such a grown man, and you can’t even cover yourself properly!” At this point, Panming had actually gotten up. But he was too scared to get up now; he’d fallen asleep right after masturbating the night before and wasn’t wearing any pants.

Shufen, unaware of the danger, assumed Pan Ming was still lazing in bed like he did when he was a child, and pulled back the covers as usual. But what she saw left her speechless, her face burning with embarrassment. She saw her son’s large penis again; although it wasn’t erect, its size was already astonishing. Shufen froze for a moment before realizing she shouldn’t have looked at her son’s private parts like that. At that moment, Pan Ming also felt embarrassed and nervous.

Fortunately, Shufen quickly forced herself to remain calm and said, “Look at you, you’re such a grown-up. Even if you’re hot, you can’t sleep without pants. What if you catch a cold? Hurry up and put on some clothes and come down for dinner.” After saying that, she hurried out. Pan Ming also breathed a sigh of relief.

When Shufen got downstairs, her heart was still pounding, and she felt a little wet down there. So she went to the bathroom to check and found that she really was aroused. Shufen couldn’t help but blame herself for being so lewd, getting aroused so easily, but she still couldn’t help thinking about her son’s big penis. As she thought about it, she took off her underwear. Since she was at home, she didn’t rush to change after leaving the bathroom.

Pan Ming changed his clothes and went downstairs to use the restroom. Inside, he found a pair of underwear in the washing machine, still damp. A thought crossed his mind: “Could it be that Mom saw me and got aroused? Does she have desire for me? That can’t be, right? If it is…” Pan Ming couldn’t help but think, and then a wave of fantasies washed over him. Then he remembered that Mom wasn’t wearing underwear. This thought immediately conjured up images of his mother without underwear, and his mind raced. He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and went out to eat breakfast.

While eating breakfast, Pan Ming was still thinking about his mother not wearing underwear when he suddenly realized she was sitting right across from him. He pretended to drop his chopsticks and went to pick them up. As he bent down, he quickly glanced down at his crotch and discovered that his mother really wasn’t wearing underwear. He saw a sight he’d never seen before: “Between her two white thighs was a tuft of dark hair, within which was a narrow, pink slit, encased by two reddish-black labia, looking like a plump abalone.” This sight made Pan Ming instantly forget he was picking up chopsticks.

Shufen was puzzled when she saw Pan Ming taking so long to pick up a chopstick. Suddenly, she thought, “Could it be that he noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear? Could he be looking?” This thought inexplicably excited Shufen. Instead of scolding him, she felt a desire to tease her son, as if it would give her pleasure. So, she casually spread her legs slightly, allowing her son to see her private parts. This gave Pan Ming a feast for the eyes. After watching for a while, he quickly straightened up and continued eating, not daring to look up at his mother, because if he did, people would definitely notice his flushed face. The meal was finished amidst their own preoccupations.

From that day on, Pan Ming and Shu Fen would each find opportunities to observe the other. Shu Fen would sometimes deliberately pull the blanket while waking Pan Ming to see if he was wearing pants underneath, or she would wear very little clothing and make extremely seductive gestures in front of him. Pan Ming, in turn, wanted to see his mother’s reaction and seduce her, so he often slept without underwear. He would also frequently masturbate with his mother’s still-wet underwear after she changed, and then find a suitable opportunity to peek at her. As these incidents became more frequent, they seemed to have developed a tacit understanding, but neither dared to take the first step. They both knew that the mother-son relationship stood between them.

One night, Pan Ming got up to use the bathroom. Passing by his mother’s bedroom, he noticed it was unlocked, but no one was inside. Feeling puzzled, he went to the bathroom and found someone inside. His mother was there. Suddenly, he heard her calling his name. Just as he was about to respond, he heard something even more shocking. He heard his mother yell, “Ming’er, come on, fuck me to death! Use your big cock to fuck your bitch hard! Your mother is a bitch! Fuck her! Fuck your mother instead of your father! Blame your father for not satisfying your mother! Oh oh oh oh oh… so good! Mmm… so good! Ming’er, I’m all yours! Fuck me to death!”

Hearing this, Pan Ming’s penis had grown several times larger. So, he decided to peek through the crack in the bathroom door to see how his mother was masturbating. Through the narrow gap, Pan Ming saw his mother sitting naked on the toilet seat, leaning against the wall. One leg was raised and placed on the washing machine, while the other was stretched to the other side. Her head was slightly tilted back, her sexy little mouth was open, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her dark hair was scattered messily over her shoulders. One hand was on her full breasts, kneading them vigorously, while the other hand was inside her vagina, extending her middle finger and rubbing it incessantly.