Childhood Confessions
Lin Xiulan buries her face in Li Ran's neck, her nose tip nuzzling his sweat-slick skin. Her voice is a low whisper, yet every word burns with scorching heat.
"Ranran... do you remember kindergarten?"
Her fingers trace lightly over his chest, circling his nipple before sliding downward. She grasps his half-soft cock, still slick with their mingled fluids, and strokes it slowly—as if soothing him, yet rousing him anew.
"You were only five then. In summer naps, the teacher had everyone strip off their outer pants, lying on mats in just their little underwear. You always sprawled out wide, your undies stretched tight... When Mom came to pick you up, I'd often see that little bulge there. The teacher said you wet the bed in your dreams, but Mom knew at a glance—it wasn't pee. You were hard..."
She licks his earlobe, her hot breath puffing into his ear.
"Mom stood right by your bed, watching you frown in your sleep, that little thing twitching down there... My hands shook—I wanted to touch, but I didn't dare. In the end, I just tugged your undies up a bit, and my fingertip accidentally brushed that tiny head... You hummed, your hips bucking forward... Mom's legs nearly gave out right then."
Li Ran's breathing grows ragged again, his cock swelling rapidly in her palm, veins bulging.
"Elementary school was even worse." Lin Xiulan's voice carries a trembling laugh. "That first-grade summer, power outage at home—you ran naked into Mom's room, saying it was too hot to sleep. Mom let you into the big bed, and you burrowed under the covers, all sweaty, your little stiffy poking hard against Mom's thigh root... I was in a thin nightgown, no panties... You kept poking until you slipped into Mom's leg cleft... Mom clamped her thighs, but you wriggled deeper... That hot little thing sliding back and forth against Mom there... I bit my lip silent, but down below, I was soaked through... That night, after you fell asleep, Mom fingered herself to climax in secret... My fingers reeked of my own scent, but in my head, it was all about your little cock—small, but already able to get hard..."
She suddenly rolls over, pinning Li Ran beneath her. Her full breasts press against his chest, nipples hard as pebbles.
"Later, on that school spring outing, you came home covered in mud. Mom bathed you... You stood naked in the tub, your little dick still soft... Mom washed it with her hand, pretending to clean, but really circling it with my fingers... You giggled, saying it tickled... But Mom was drenched down there... I pulled your little hand over, pressing it to my breast—you thought it was play, pinching twice... Mom nearly came on the spot... After the bath, I carried you to bed for a story. Once you slept... Mom stripped naked, climbed in, clamping your little leg between mine... I ground back and forth... Your toe accidentally nudged Mom's labia... I bit my fist, cumming three times... My juices all over your leg... Mom licked it clean, even kissed your little cock... You rolled over, kept sleeping... Mom wondered then—if you'd woken, would you be scared? But deep down, I wanted you awake, wanted that little boy to fuck Mom..."
Her body starts undulating gently again, her walls still gripping his cum, now secreting fresh juices that slowly leak out.
"By fourth grade, you were developing... Mom found wet dream stains on your undies... Every laundry day, I'd lick those white spots clean first... Salty, full of your taste... I'd pull your undies over my head like a mask, inhaling your cum scent while masturbating... Fingers plunging in, imagining it was you shooting inside... Once, you wet the bed at night—Mom changed the sheets... You were half-asleep; I gripped your little cock, stroking softly... You hummed twice and came... Hot spurts right into Mom's palm... Squatting by the bed, I smeared your cum over my labia, fingering it in... Whispering as I pushed, 'Ranran... you came in Mom... Mom's pregnant with your baby...' You knew nothing, just slept on... But Mom orgasmed by your bed until my legs buckled..."
"On that elementary graduation trip, your swim trunks you brought back... Mom sniffed the chlorine and your sweat... That night, I stuffed them inside me... All the way in... Fabric rubbing my walls... I rode a pillow, trunks half-out like your little cock fucking Mom... When I came, I yanked the drawstring, imagining you pulling Mom's hair... Cumming inside me... I even used your pencil case—those round pens... Picked the thickest, shoved it up my ass... Thrusting while moaning your name, 'Ranran... fuck Mom's asshole... Mom's your slut...' You never noticed... Mom always washed everything clean after... But from then on, my body belonged to you completely..."
"Middle school was insane." She dips her head, tongue tracing from his Adam's apple downward to his nipple, nipping gently. "Freshman year, your morning woods started... Mom called you up every morning, always a few minutes early... You'd be groggy, covers half-kicked off, undies tenting huge... Mom stood by the bed, staring forever... Then I'd pretend to tuck you in, 'accidentally' slipping my hand under... Gripping that rock-hard thing... Stroking twice... You'd hum and roll; Mom buried her face in the covers... Nose pressed to your crotch, deep inhale... That teenage musk mixed with morning piss tang... I nearly squirted right there... Once you almost woke—I yanked my hand out, fingertips slick with your pre-cum... Backed to the door, sucked them clean... Then called you up... You sat rubbing your eyes, clueless what Mom did under the sheets..."
She shifts lower, pressing her face to his abdomen, nose rubbing his fully erect cock, inhaling deeply.
Lin Xiulan's voice trembles as she scrapes the leaking cum back to her entrance, fingering it in—like sealing his seed inside.
Junior year was the craziest... Exams stressed you out; you crammed late... Mom brought midnight snacks to your room... You'd pass out face-down on the desk... Mom set the bowl aside, squatting under your chair... Slowly unzipping, fishing out that half-hard cock... My breath stopped... It twitched in your sleep... Mom engulfed the head, tongue swirling the ridge... Sucking gently... You thrust unconsciously twice... My throat ached, but I wouldn't let go... One hand under my skirt, fingers in my ass... Using the pen from your math book, double-penetrating... When Mom came, mouth clamped on you... Your cum suddenly erupted... Hot, straight down Mom's throat... I nearly choked but swallowed every drop... Zipped you up, kissed your forehead... Acted normal... Next day, you mentioned a wet dream; Mom teased what it was... You blushed silent... But Mom thought, Was it Mom sucking you off? Dreaming of Mom on her knees like a whore, gulping your load?
"Every time you tossed your dirty undies in the hamper... Mom grabbed them first for laundry... Pressed to my face... Deep sniffs... Your scent then was raw, tangy... Mom fingered to orgasm inhaling it... Once I got so excited, draped them over my face—eyes and mouth out—like a pervert... Masturbating, moaning your name low... Soaked in your sweat and piss... But to Mom, it was the world's finest perfume..."
Li Ran throbs with arousal, hips bucking up hard, smacking her face with a sharp moan.
Lin Xiulan bites her lip, voice hoarse: "And dirtier still... Sophomore year, stress kept you sleepless... Mom's calming soup? Spiked with my own stuff... I'd cum first, squirting into it... Watched you sip it down... Got me wet again... After you slept... Mom stripped, climbed your bed... Stuffed a nipple in your mouth, like suckling a baby... While you nursed unconsciously, I ground on your foot... Long toes... Mom spread wide, guiding one in... To the second knuckle... Rode your foot to climax... Juices flooding your instep... Morning, Mom 'washed' your feet—really licking my traces clean..."
"Senior year, your first girlfriend... Mom was insane with jealousy. First time you brought her home, Mom cooked—heard your room smooching... Stood at the door with fruit, heard you gasp, 'Don't undress... Mom's here.' God, Mom wished you'd said 'Mom, join us.' That night beside Dad—as he slept—Mom fingered deep, fantasizing you dumping her, coming for Mom... Pinning me down like today, pounding in... Creampieing deepest..."
Lin Xiulan lifts her head, eyes watery, voice wrecked.
She opens wide, swallowing him whole, throat humming contentedly.
Tongue coiling the head, sucking remnants of cum and her taste.
She pulls off, climbs up, straddling his waist—drenched lips grinding his searing shaft.
"Now... Mom won't wait anymore..."
Guiding him to her cum-filled pussy, she sinks down slow.
"Ah~! Ranran, and college—boarding... Mom loved weekends home... After you crashed... I'd sneak in... You slept like dead... Mom took your left hand... Kissed fingers, licked between... Then spread my legs... Guiding your hand... Inch by inch inside..."
Her body shudders violently, the memory alone teetering her on climax.
"Mom was so tight... Two fingers hurt like hell... But I forced it— all fingers in... Half-fist gripped inside... Bit the pillow silent... But like a dam burst... Your hand twitched, Mom came... Sometimes whole hand—fisting deepest... Cervix nudged open by your knuckles... Mom dreamed of your whole arm..."
"Ranran... Mom waited over twenty years... From your first hard-on at five, to thirty now fucking Mom to bliss... Every orgasm of Mom's tied to you... My body wets only for you... Flows only for you... Cums only for you... My womb knows only your cum..."
Lin Xiulan leans, kissing him—tears dripping on his face.
"Ranran... Mom loves you... In the filthiest, sluttiest way... From now on, Mom's your woman... Your whore... Your cum dump..."
She rises and falls, clenching each drop to suckle him like tiny mouths.
The living room echoes with slapping flesh and her tearful murmurs: "Cum inside... Again... Fill Mom full... Knock me up... Let me carry your scent forever..."
Outside the door, Li Jianguo stands, hand in pants again.
But this time, he barely dares breathe.
For the mother and son inside have plunged fully into twenty-plus years of thick, unbreakable taboo lust.
Lin Xiulan rides him, hips snaking like a serpent, engulfing his thick rod to the hilt each plunge.
Her belly clenches rhythmically, walls greedily suckling with wet squelches.
"Cum... Flood Mom's perversions all these years in... Make my womb... Forever remember you... Remember what a filthy mother Mom is... What a depraved slut..."
Li Ran can't hold—hands vise her waist, slamming up dozens of times.
"Mom... I'm... gonna cum..."
"Cum... Deep in Mom... I wanna eat it... Drink it... Hold your cum forever..."
A long groan—he erupts deepest again.
Lin Xiulan shrieks into orgasm, body spasming, pussy clamping to trap every drop.
Afterglow, she collapses on him, panting whispers in his ear: "Ranran... Mom's secrets... All yours now... No more hiding... From today... Every climax... Every drip... Every twisted fantasy... Only for you to see... Only for you to use..."
The living room reeks of heavy sex.
Outside, Li Jianguo has heard it all, perhaps. But he stays silent.
He wants to hear—his wife's filthy confessions, spilling every perversion.
His hand moves fiercer than ever.