It was late February, almost March, the most beautiful time of spring. Though there was still a hint of chill in the air, the sunlight was bright and vibrant.
Today marked an important day as high school students began their new semester. Energetic young men and women either walked together or accompanied by their parents, forming groups as they made their way to school, embracing another semester of learning.
The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains into a dwelling, contrasting with the lively atmosphere outside. The room was in disarray, with women's clothing scattered on the floor and the bedsheets in disarray.
On the bed, a teenager in his early teens was peacefully sleeping, embracing an exceptionally attractive mature woman. His unusually large and dark cock remained inserted in her slightly swollen pussy, not slipping out even in its semi-soft state. One could say that the youth possessed an incredibly large organ, or that the woman's love tunnel was exceptionally tight.
The teenager's hands were not idle either. With one hand, he firmly held the woman's ample bosom, occasionally kneading them in his sleep. This made the woman furrow her brow slightly, as if she were fiercely resisting something in her dream.
The woman was enveloped in the young man's embrace, her dishevelled blonde hair making her appear somewhat exhausted. There were still fresh traces of seminal fluid on her delicate and charming face, making it hard to accept what this graceful and refined beauty had experienced the previous night.
Around them, the bedsheets were soaked, evidence of their passionate taboo escapades from the previous night. Stains of white semen littered the surroundings, some still warm to the touch, indicating recent release. If someone were to enter the room, they would undoubtedly be overwhelmed by the intense and obscene scent permeating the entire space.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
Just as the two were deep in slumber, the abrupt sound of a ringing phone echoed from the living room, piercing the quietness of the room.
The youth, perhaps exhausted, remained sound asleep despite the disturbance, while the woman, unable to escape the intrusion, furrowed her brow in annoyance.
The phone continued to ring for over a minute before finally being disconnected. The woman gradually relaxed her brow, and her expression became less pained.
Suddenly, the woman seemed to remember something. She opened her eyes wide and sat up abruptly, instinctively glancing at her own body.
Her once fair and rosy body was now covered in bruises and marks from their previous encounter. Any movement caused her body to ache. The glaring traces of semen were also scattered across her body, and the woman could feel the strong scent of the fluid with every breath.
However, her mind was blank at this moment, unable to recall anything.
She slowly massaged her throbbing head and, in a daze, caught a glimpse of a figure. To her surprise, it was a naked teenager, her own son. The sight of him made her forget everything for an instant.
Images of the previous night flooded back into her mind. Despite her unwillingness to believe it, the evidence was right in front of her eyes-she had been violated by her own son.
A complex mixture of emotions filled the woman's eyes. She didn't know how to face her son. Yesterday, it seemed as though she had been even more active than him. Thinking about it made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into.
But what should she do next? Pretend as if nothing happened? That was impossible. Even if she could, could her son do the same?
Should they continue with this kind of relationship?
No, they couldn't. They were mother and son, and this was incest! This incident was an accident, but there must never be a next time. She couldn't betray her husband.
The woman was torn, unsure how to handle the situation. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her pitiful appearance made one want to shower her with love and care.
Ultimately, she was just a woman, with a caring husband and an obedient son, or at least there was. In any case, she didn't had much pressure, nor did she needed to become a strong woman.
But it was precisely because of this personality that she had gradually fallen into the trap set by her son, leading to the consequences they faced today. Yet, she still believed it was all an unfortunate accident.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
When the virtuous woman found herself at a loss, the telephone rang again. She sighed lightly and decided to put the matter aside for now, heading straight to the living room upon hearing the ring.
This virtuous woman, as everyone knows, is my mother, while I was still fast asleep in bed.
"Hello, who is it?"
Mother walked to the living room, composed herself, and answered the call.
"It's me, Xiao Li. Where are you? The meeting is about to start."
A female voice came from the other end of the line, sounding around the same age as my mother.
"Meeting? What meeting?"
Mother was puzzled, unable to recall any meeting she had to attend.
"Today is the first day of school! The teachers and administrators are having a meeting together. You didn't forget about it, did you?"
'Oh no!'
It was the first day of school, and as a teacher, she was running late. What was she going to do? She blamed her son for his crazy behaviour last night. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have forgotten such an important matter.
Thinking about this, her sense of grievance and anger intensified, and she secretly resolved to punish her son properly.
"Hello? Hello? Tingting, are you listening?"
The slightly anxious voice interrupted mother's thoughts. She quickly replied, "Ah, I'm listening."
"Do you have something going on? Anyway, I'll try to help you get a leave of absence. Hurry over here."
"Yes, okay, I'll come as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, mother once again fell into a painful dilemma.
What should she do? How could she put an end to this farce?
Should she continue hiding the relationship with her son from her husband? No, that was absolutely not an option.
However, when she thought about the experience from yesterday, an unprecedented feeling of excitement emerged within her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure, her tight little hole being filled so deeply, and the sensation of climax. It was something she had never felt in her entire life.
She had always believed that she would never experience pleasure or develop a liking for lovemaking. However, her son had changed her perspective in just one night.
Mother made an effort to recall the feeling of climax from yesterday, how it made her tingle and feel numb, almost like being under the influence of drugs, an irresistible sensation.
Lost in her thoughts, mother suddenly gasped and swiftly withdrew her hands from between her legs.
Her fair and slender fingers were covered in glistening fluid, and as a married woman, she knew exactly what it was.
Mother looked at her fingers in disbelief. Did she... use her own hand just now?
This kind of behaviour, which mother considered to belong to a prostitute, happened to herself. She simply couldn't accept it.
'Xia Shuting! What are you doing!'
Mom's inner self continuously condemned her recent actions. She shook her head vigorously, finally regaining clarity.
Mom stood still for a long time, and eventually seemed to have made a decision. She picked up pen and paper and started writing.
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