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Son...

Son...

Son, you’re absolutely killing me!

Mmhmm... Ah...

Ah!

Honey, what’s wrong?

Why are you panting like that?

Oh, honey. I’m fine, really, I’m fine.

I... I just had a nightmare.

I heard you talking in your sleep just now.

Saying things like "Son... killing me"...

What on earth was that about?

What? Did I really say that?

I definitely heard you.

I...

Ah-ha! Now I remember!

Oh, you know how lately... our son...

He keeps pestering me to play Chinese chess.

And you know...

My chess skills are absolutely terrible.

Every single time, our son just *kills* me.

I guess...

It’s given me a bit of a complex.

So that’s what you were talking about... playing chess!

I had no idea our son was such a skilled player.

To think he can actually *beat* you!

Yeah, exactly! Oh, man...

He really *killed* me. It was brutal!

That little brat...

Playing against his own mother, and he doesn't even have the decency to go easy on me.

He’s just completely focused on his own enjoyment.

Just you wait. Tomorrow I’m going to give him a good scolding.

Oh, no, no! Don't do that.

How could you scold our son over something so trivial?

I’ll adjust on my own.

After all, victory and defeat are just part of the game.

I should be focusing on improving my own chess skills...

I shouldn't be trying to win by tearing down my opponent.

Alright then.

You’re the boss.

Honey, it’s not even daylight yet.

You have to go to work tomorrow.

You should get some rest now.

I really am fine.

In that case, let’s just get some sleep.

What is happening to me?

These past few days...

Every night, I keep dreaming about those few "accidents" involving my son.

I’m getting so wet down there, it’s becoming a total mess.

Could it be that I’m actually... developing feelings for my son?

No! No, absolutely not!

Those were just accidents!

There’s nothing going on between my son and me...

No incestuous taboos...

No forbidden acts of passion...

They were just accidents! Pure accidents!

But it felt so damn good.

It’s just so hard to forget.

No

I’m not exactly savoring the memory or lingering on it...

After all, it was something that happened between me and my son

An "accident."

And this kind of accident leaves quite a deep impression.

I wonder how my son feels about it...

But as for me, his mother,

I’ve actually been having dreams about it every single night.

I’ve even been talking in my sleep.

I nearly aroused my husband’s suspicion.

If this keeps up...

The truth is bound to come out eventually.

What am I going to do?

Oh, god...

I actually find myself

Really wanting to have another "accident" with my son.

Today, at the pool

My son and I had another "accident."

It really *was* just an accident.

At the time, my son was wearing his swim trunks

Lying on an inflatable float in the pool, taking a nap.

When I heard him start to snore

I glanced over in his direction.

That little bastard...

Who knows what kind of wet dream he was having

His manhood was slowly rising...

His crotch began to bulge...

Until his swim trunks could no longer contain it

A massive, throbbing cock... veins bulging...

A huge donkey-dick

Peered out from the edge of his trunks.

Finally, it stood fully erect, reaching for the sky.

I admit, watching that made me wet.

I got wet instantly.

Absolutely dripping wet.

Then, as if possessed by some impulse,

I walked over to the diving board

Pulled aside my panties

Spread my pussy wide

And leaped straight down onto his cock.

*Thwack!*

A high-difficulty maneuver, a perfect union.

With my aim locked on

I landed right on top of my son.

A hole-in-one.

The initial sharp pang of pain gave way to sheer ecstasy.

*Mmm... ♥ahhh...*

My son’s expression shifted, too. From shock to pure bliss.

The sounds of our gasps and cries

Immediately drew my husband over to investigate.

I clung tightly to my son

And quickly blurted out that I’d been practicing my diving

Claiming I’d accidentally landed right on top of him

And that an "accident" had occurred.

(Mom actually took advantage of me while I was asleep...)

(And dove right onto my... on my big cock)

(And doing it right in front of Dad, too)

(Mom's tight pussy gobbled up my big cock)

(While she was simultaneously chatting away animatedly with Dad)

(The sheer thrill of this in-your-face incest)

(Combined with the constant, tight contractions of Mom’s pussy)

(Had me feeling so good, I was on the verge of cumming right then and there)

While I was just shooting the breeze with my husband...

My son couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

It was an accident.

That’s exactly what I told my son, too.

It really was an accident.

Even if it was a little deliberate.

But isn't a *deliberate* accident still an accident?

Thinking of it that way...

I, as a mother, felt completely free of any guilt or psychological burden.

Instead, I focused my entire mind...

On how to make it happen again, naturally and plausibly...

How to have another "accident" with my son.

And so, the mother and son continued their incestuous relationship, pretending it was an "accident" but actually "deliberate," without the father's knowing.

I love my mom so much.

Her figure is absolutely explosive, incredibly sexy and erotic.

And her pussy is incredibly tight, too.

Every time we sneak around behind Dad's back to make love...

Mom’s peach-perfect ass bumps against my waist...

And the way she squeezes and milks my cock...

It feels like it’s going to squeeze the very soul right out of me.

Although Mom always claims these things are just "accidents"...

I know perfectly well...

That Mom is doing it on purpose.

She simply wants to fuck me.

Dad is often away on business trips...

And his cock is short and tiny...

Completely incapable of satisfying...

A prime specimen of a mature beauty like Mom.

Now that Mom has had a taste of my big, meaty cock...

She simply can't live without it anymore.

These days...

Mom is constantly engineering "accidents" with me.

While doing housework

Even something as simple as doing housework turns into an "accident."

Mom needs to wipe the dust out of a corner...

So she asks me to hold her peach-perfect ass steady so she doesn't fall...

And then, once again...

She lets my big cock thrust deep inside her pussy.

Even though Dad is right there in the living room separated from us by just a single wall...

Watching TV...

Here I am, right in this spot... Next up...

Thrusting my massive cock deep into my own mother's honey-sweet pussy.

When going to the bathroom in the middle of the night

Even a midnight trip to the bathroom in the pitch darkness can lead to "accidents."

Mom slipped in the bathroom...

And ended up sitting right down on my big dick.

That tight, fleshy pussy was so intense, it nearly sucked...

...all the pee right out of my cock.

Although Mom claimed it was an accident...

What kind of "decent person"

wears erotic crotchless panties just to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?

At the amusement park

Even a family trip to the amusement park can result in an "accident."

Mom found a way to send Dad off on an errand

then led me to a secluded spot where few people ventured.

And so began our routine of "accidental" incestuous encounters.

Even though hardly anyone came to this area

it was still an amusement park, after all.

You never knew when someone might just happen to walk by

which made both Mom and me incredibly aroused.

Even my big cock

visibly swelled up and grew a few inches larger.

Thrusting deep inside her, it made Mom’s juices flow uncontrollably.

I'll just tell my son that another "accident" happened.

Yeah, exactly. Just an accident.

Although, thanks to my deliberate maneuvering

these "accidents" seemed to unfold quite naturally.

Each time lasted only a brief three to five minutes...

But every single time, it left both of us

trembling with sheer ecstasy.

However, I was growing increasingly unsatisfied

with this kind of fleeting, short-lived stimulation.

I felt an urgent need

for that truly unbridled, sustained pleasure.

Son...

You've been jerking off more and more often lately.

To help soothe your adolescent urges...

Mom went online and bought you a high-end...

ultra-realistic masturbator.

But, Mom...

I know you've been having sex with me

Ah. No, wait.

I mean, that you accidentally entered my pussy...

No, that's not it either.

I mean, now that you've experienced being inside my pussy

those cheap, low-quality masturbators

would surely ruin the experience for you.

So...

The one Mom bought you is a truly realistic pussy.

It’s so lifelike

It's almost as good as the real thing

It’s exactly like the real thing.

The feeling of something pressing against me

No

That sensation when it goes in

It feels just like having sex.

I see.

Being the clever guy I am, I instantly understood what Mom meant.

Mom, you’re so good to me.

Everything I do is for you, my precious son.

I hope you can appreciate the effort and care I’m putting into this.

Of course, it won’t be once a day.

At most, three times a week.

Ah. No, twice.

Once... Once should be enough, right?

But, Mom...

Ever since that "accident" happened between us...

I’ve been having wet dreams almost every night.

I even have nocturnal emissions.

Sometimes I ejaculate several times in a single night.

Once a week simply isn't enough!

Oh my.

That’s such a waste.

No

I mean, isn't that a waste of precious resources?

In that case...

Let’s make it once a day.

Yay! Thanks, Mom!

So, how exactly do you plan to help me?

By using a masturbator cup to help you ejaculate.

I’ve actually already figured that out.

Look here...

You know how this large study room

Is divided into two separate rooms by that wooden partition wall?

Well, look at this spot...

Right here, about 1.2 meters up from the floor

There happens to be a 5-centimeter-wide ventilation hole.

So, here’s the plan:

You insert your big cock through this hole from your side

And I can stand on the other side

And use the masturbator cup to jerk you off.

That way, we avoid the awkwardness of, well, incest between mother and son...

Ah. No, I mean...

The awkwardness of us "crossing the line" as mother and son...

And we won’t get caught by your dad, either.

So, when exactly are we going to do this?

Well...

Whenever you feel the urge

Just go straight to WeChat

And send me an "OK" emoji.

Got it?

Got it, Mom!

Good.

Alright then... I guess that’s it for now.

Let’s both get back to our own business.