Chapter 1: The Eve of Separation

The Second Intermediate People's Court of Shanghai made a final judgment on a juvenile criminal case today. The four defendants Gao, Wang, Hu and Liu committed more than 20 robberies in Yangpu District, Zhabei District and Putuo District in the past six months. What is even more outrageous is that several criminals also molested and raped many female victims. The oldest female victim was 45 years old and the youngest was only 16 years old. The average age of the four criminal suspects was less than 19 years old, and the youngest Hu had just turned 16.

Due to the seriousness of the case and the extremely bad social impact, the final judgment is as follows: Gao and Liu, who are both over 18 years old, were sentenced to death in accordance with the law and deprived of political rights for life; Hu and Wang, who were over 16 years old but under 18 years old, were sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve in accordance with the law.

As the recorder of this case, I participated in the trial process of the case throughout. When the death sentence was announced in court, several children cried out of fear, and two of the younger ones wet their pants.

I felt a little sorry, after all, they were in their prime, and their parents had raised them for more than ten years. It was really sad that they would end their short lives before they really became adults, but when I thought about the harm suffered by the victims, I felt that they deserved to die.

During the trial, the judge asked several criminals what their motives were, and the answers of several teenagers were shocking. Several ignorant teenagers in adolescence often gathered together to exchange "experiences" after watching some obscene audio-visual products, and eventually formed this criminal gang.

Their initial criminal plan was just to molest single women walking alone at night, but the first victim they met neither resisted nor shouted for help, which made them more and more courageous. They even forcibly dragged the victim to a secluded place and raped her, regardless of the fact that there were still many pedestrians on the road at that time. After the first time, it developed to the second and third time. Gradually, they even robbed the victim's property after the gang rape, which led them to this road of no return.

I was taking notes quickly. I have worked as a full-time court clerk for more than 10 years and have come into contact with many cases of all kinds, but this case caused a lot of waves in my heart. The family conditions of these children are not bad, but their parents lack discipline and even indulge their behavior, which has caused such a big mistake, harming others and themselves. If their parents can correctly teach them the knowledge of sex, this kind of thing will definitely not happen.

I was doing my work while thinking about it. Years of work have trained me to have the bad habit of distraction. With the final death sentence, the case came to an end. Several criminals were escorted back to the detention center by the bailiffs to wait for execution, and my day's work was over.

I was tidying up the messy documents on the desk, and Judge Liu Lingling chatted with me casually: "Sister Zhang, why are all these kids like this now? How old are they? They dare to commit such a big crime for that matter! How did their parents discipline them?" I didn't even raise my head and said while busy with the work in my hands: "It's because the parents didn't discipline them that this happened. Nowadays, parents only know how to make money, and think that they are responsible for their children as long as their children have enough money to spend. In fact, educating children is not that simple. Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. How can you, a grown-up girl, know the hardship of raising a child!" Liu Lingling is a college student who just graduated and was assigned to work. She is still in the stage of dating her boyfriend. She really has nothing to say about the discussion of children's education. When she heard it, her face blushed and she quickly turned the topic to a Korean TV series last night. I returned to the office and checked the time. There was still half an hour before the end of get off work. During this time, I had nothing to do, so I had to play the boring minesweeper game on the computer. The company's computers are not allowed to install other games. When we are bored, we can only play Minesweeper and Solitaire, which are the games that come with the system, to kill time.

Although I know that playing such games is extremely stupid, there is no way that the government department has this system. You are not allowed to leave early before the end of the work time. Even if you sleep, read newspapers, or play stupid games, you have to stay here honestly.

Finally, I finished a day's work and had to prepare dinner when I got home. My husband and son didn't come back. I made a few dishes casually and cooked a pot of rice in the rice cooker, just waiting for them to come home to have dinner together.

Today is the weekend. My husband has an important lecture. My son is about to enter the third year of high school and will take the college entrance examination. The school arranges evening self-study until very late every weekend. So even though it is close to 7 o'clock in the evening, I don't feel strange that the father and son haven't come back yet. I just feel bored with nothing to do.

I went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer to check the news online, but the computer was very slow to enter the system. After finally entering the system, the mouse was completely out of control. I remembered that my husband had said before going to work in the morning that he had been infected with a virus when he was using the computer to search for information online last night. There was no anti-virus software at home, so I waited for him to buy an anti-virus disk to come back and fix it in the evening.

I had to turn off the power of the host. Fortunately, there was another computer in my son's room. I walked to my son's computer and turned on the host to enter the desktop smoothly. There were only QQ, IE browser, and shortcuts to two or three games on the desktop of my son's computer. The background was a picture of Yao Ming shooting a basketball. Compared with the messy desktop full of shortcuts on the computer shared by my husband and me, it looked much cleaner and neater.

I opened the IE browser and wanted to go to Sina to check the news, but as soon as I typed an S in the address bar, a series of addresses that had been visited in the drop-down menu made my heart sink suddenly. This is an adult website starting with sex. From the browsing history that I kept, my son has been on this website for more than one or two days. Looking at the obscene pictures on the screen, I felt dizzy.

I hurriedly opened my computer and checked the hard disk partitions one by one. On the surface, I didn't see any suspicious pictures and videos. I was still worried, so I ran a search for the keyword JPG to see if there were any hidden pictures. It didn't matter. Tens of thousands of pictures were hidden in a folder called "Review Questions" under the D drive. I opened the so-called "Review Questions" folder and found that it was classified into several folders according to the videos and pictures, with a total storage capacity of 30G. I opened them one by one. Not only were there tens of thousands of pornographic pictures, but there were also dozens of adult movies commonly known as "pornographic films". I casually looked at the contents of a few of them. Most of them were shot by Japanese people. There was no plot. They just tried their best to show the whole process of sexual intercourse. The pictures were similar to the movies. They were all beauties from various countries with different skin colors showing women's private parts and naked sexual intercourse pictures. I sat slumped in front of the computer. I couldn't tell what I felt in my heart. I hated and annoyed my son, but more of it was disappointment. At this time, I wanted to pick up a chair and smash his computer. Why was this unlucky child so disappointing? But after calming down for a while, I felt very scared again. The crying scenes of several children sentenced to death in the court during the day filled my mind. No! I must not let my child follow their footsteps. I tried my best to control my emotions and analyze how to educate my son. Years of experience in handling cases have made me know that adolescent children have a strong rebellious psychology. Many cases I have handled were caused by the incorrect education methods of underage parents, which led the children from rebellion to the road of crime.

I turned off the computer to prevent the child from being nervous when he came back to see that I had used his computer. After thinking for a long time, I felt that it would be better to discuss this matter with my husband. After all, my husband is an expert in psychology and he and my son are both men. It is easier for him to communicate about "sex" issues than for me as a mother.

My husband came back first while I was anxiously waiting. Before I told him about my son's addiction to pornographic websites, he excitedly told me a good news: the copyright of one of his books was bought by an authoritative American organization, and he was invited to the United States to give a three-month academic lecture for several well-known psychological medical schools. He will fly directly to New York tomorrow.

This is indeed good news. I am happy that my husband's achievements have been recognized, but when I think of my son's problem, I turn from joy to sorrow. I told my husband everything that happened in my son's computer and asked him to give me some advice.

My husband just smiled and comforted me, saying, "This is normal. It's understandable that adolescents are eager to know the opposite sex and are curious about sex. Find time to talk to him. As long as he has self-control, it won't have much negative impact on him."

I objected, "The key is how can we be sure that children have self-control? The children in the gang rape and robbery case I participated in today were all his age. Nowadays, children of this age are spoiled. How strong is their self-control? If we let him develop like this, he will become a psychopath at the least, and he may even commit a crime at the worst!"

My husband also felt that what I said was wrong. It makes sense, but in the face of huge honor and fame, he had no time to care about it, so he had to say to me: "I don't have the time and energy to deal with such trivial matters now. Let me give you a business card. This is my graduate school classmate, who is also a psychology expert. If the child has no abnormalities in the past few months, wait for me to come back and I will give him psychological counseling. If you think there is anything wrong with him recently, you can contact this doctor Zheng, she will help you and the child." "But in my opinion, there is no need to make such a fuss. Don't you still have confidence in our child?" I put away the business card and said to my husband: "You! The older you get, the more you care about fame and fortune. I am not for our child. I don't have confidence, but the society is too complicated now. Children can easily get access to so much bad information. I care about him for the purpose of preventing it from happening. Okay, let's not talk about this. If there is any problem, I will find Dr. Zheng as you said. You can go to the United States without worry. I will prepare your luggage for you after dinner. "

At this time, my son pushed the door in. Just when I heard me say that I was going to prepare the luggage, he asked hurriedly: "Mom! Who is going out?"

Seeing him sweating and throwing his schoolbag to stand next to us properly, he was 1.8 meters tall, much taller than my husband and me. Although he was not good-looking, he was full of vigor and vitality. I pointed at my husband and said: "It's your dad! Going to the United States again. What gift do you want your dad to bring this time?"

The son looked at his father and said, "Going to the United States again? You just came back a few days ago, and you don't want to change places! It would be so much fun to go to Japan!"

The husband smiled and said, "You can go wherever you want me to go? Do you have that much power? Last time I went to Philadelphia, this time I'm going to New York. What do you want? Dad will buy it for you when he comes back!"

The son said without interest, "Whatever, you can buy whatever you want. I really don't want anything! Mom, I'm hungry, let's eat!"

The family sat around the table and happily ate this last dinner before leaving. In order not to affect the mood, neither my husband nor I mentioned his computer.

After the meal, the son went back to the room to do his homework and review, and I prepared luggage for my husband. The luggage was very simple. My husband has been traveling abroad frequently for so many years, and he only brought some clothes to change with him, so it was not difficult to pack. The visa and passport are valid for a long time, so there is no need to worry. Everything is packed and we just need to wait for the US representative to send a car to pick him up to the airport in the morning.

My husband and I both took a shower and saw the time. It was just 9:30 in the evening. It was still early. My husband habitually turned on the computer and found it was very slow. Then he realized that the virus was not killed. He turned to me who was leaning against the bed and said embarrassedly: "Oh! Wife, I'm sorry I forgot to buy the anti-virus disk. I have to leave early tomorrow morning. You can only find a way to fix this computer yourself." Before he finished speaking, I called out in a coquettish voice: "Husband!" My husband's body trembled when I called him. He walked to my side and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Baby?" I hugged his neck tightly and gave him a deep kiss. I said coquettishly: "I want to make love!" We have been married for nearly 20 years. We are both middle-aged people in our 40s, but whenever I have the desire to be caressed by my husband, my heart seems to have returned to the moment of my first love. The scene of our first kiss downstairs in the girls' dormitory at that time always lingers in my mind. The little girl at that time now thinks she is a wife and a mother, but her attachment to her husband still remains in her teenage years. When I was young, my husband often took me to the dormitory he shared with others on weekends when no one was around to have crazy sex, so that my constant moaning all night seriously disturbed the lives of the neighbors. They had to knock on the heating pipes to protest in order to restrain our voices and strength. Whenever I think of this, my body is full of desire. People say that women are like wolves at 30 and tigers at 40. Although I have always been known as a "cold beauty" for my cold attitude towards the opposite sex in the company, that is only for male colleagues who want to take advantage of me. In fact, only my husband knows my inner desire best. My husband and I kissed passionately, and he was also a little excited. I just took a shower and only wore pajamas, not pajamas and underwear. At this moment, my pair of plump breasts were looming in the unbuttoned pajamas, and my snow-white thighs were naked under the hem of the pajamas, which looked particularly sexy under the dim light of the bedside lamp. My husband dived into my arms and kissed my breasts. I hugged him tightly and stroked his back. He whispered, "Husband! Husband!"

After a while, my husband raised his head from my breasts with a face full of shame and said, "Wife! I... I can't get hard. How about we do it next time!"

My husband suffered from diabetes a few years ago. Although he has been actively treated and has no other complications, he has suffered from impotence. Especially in the past year, he has almost never had a decent sex life. For this reason, my husband has always felt ashamed and tried to avoid having sex with me. However, I am 42 years old and am at the age of the strongest sexual desire. Therefore, every time we have sex, it feels like I am raping him. My husband had no choice but to buy some adult equipment to satisfy my burning desire.

At this moment, when my husband said he couldn't get an erection, I still insisted on pulling his pajamas and said, "Hate it! I don't care! You've been away from me for more than three months, and I'm going to have you today!" I had already stripped him naked.

He had no choice but to discuss with me: "If that doesn't work, let's use a massager!" I took out a pink female massager from a small box hidden very secretly under the bed.

My husband took out a condom from the bedside table, put it on the front end of the massager that imitated the male penis, turned on the switch, and the pink massager turned and stirred in front of me like a poisonous snake.

I held my husband's weak penis, put my mouth on it, and held the rotating massager. The massager was covered with a greasy condom. A familiar rubber smell quickly spread in my mouth and rushed straight to my brain.

My husband looked at my lewd appearance and seemed very guilty. He took the massager out of my mouth and lay flat on the bed.

I knelt on his face, bent down, held his unworthy penis, and stroked it with my hand while giving him a blowjob with my mouth. My husband played with my exposed vagina and asshole with his hands while giving me blowjobs.

Although my husband's penis could not satisfy me, his mouth gave me another different stimulation. I especially liked the pleasure he felt when he used his tongue tip with meat thorns to stroke my fat clitoris. I kept twisting my lower body, and my snow-white buttocks and pink wet vagina swayed sexy in front of him. I held his penis and

felt that he had some feelings, but the hardness of the erection still could not be inserted. I had to work harder to suck and spit with my mouth.

My husband's fingers went into my vagina, and he felt the love juice was so full, knowing that I was eager to be penetrated. But his penis was still drooping, so he had to sigh, pick up the massager and slowly insert it into my wet vagina that was shaking constantly in front of him.

I felt the filling feeling quickly spread to the whole vagina. Although the plastic female massager did not have the intoxicating feeling when my husband's genitals were inserted, it was also very hard, at least it could slightly relieve my desire. My husband pressed the switch at the end of the massager, and the pink massager began to stir in my equally pink and tender vagina.

"Ah!"

I moaned in a low voice, afraid that the children would hear it, but the intense pleasure conveyed by the massager made me unable to control it at all. My husband held the massager in one hand and thrust it into my smooth vagina, and stimulated my clitoris with his fingers with the other hand, and at the same time stretched out his tongue to lick my exposed anus. Three-pronged approach, trying to satisfy me to the best of his ability.

I was fascinated. Actually, after my husband became impotent, we always satisfied each other with this 69 position. However, as we gained more experience, I found that my husband's technique became more and more proficient. Now he can make me feel ecstatic without using his genitals. I don't know whether to be happy or sad!

While I was in ecstasy, I also gave my husband wonderful enjoyment. I first licked his scrotum gently, then sucked one of his testicles hard, and finally took his penis deep in my mouth, and used my tongue to stimulate his glans and urethra...

Soon, through years of experience as a couple, I felt that my husband was about to reach the point of excitement. Although his genitals still could not stand up, they had reached their maximum hardness. It seemed that he was not far from ejaculation.

I spit out the glans in my mouth, hold his saliva-covered penis with one hand and rub it up and down quickly, masturbating him quickly, and pull out the massager that is still turning inside my body from behind my buttocks with one hand, sit on my husband's lower abdomen, gather up my messy long hair, and serve him attentively. Soon his genitals trembled in my hand and suddenly became hard. I hurriedly aimed his glans at the entrance of my vagina. At the moment he ejaculated, I sat down suddenly, and the weak penis was swallowed between my two fat labia majora, and he ejaculated wildly.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot semen washing my vagina again and again. At this moment, I felt a little bit as a wife. My husband pushed me away before I finished enjoying it, and reluctantly cleaned up the aftermath.

I also found a tissue to clean my lower body. While gently wiping my husband's penis, I said coquettishly, "Honey, you ejaculated so much. By the way, when you go to the United States this time, you can go to the hospital there to see if this problem can be cured. If it is cured, you will be my most satisfactory gift! Don't be unhappy! Smile!"

I coaxed him to be happy. He was devastated after each failed sexual intercourse. In order to make him happy, I had to coax him like a child until his mood improved. He said a lot of loving words to me, and we spent a relatively sweet night snuggling with each other.

Chapter 2

One day after my husband left, it was a boring Sunday morning.

My son played football with his classmates last night and sweated all over. He threw away a pile of dirty clothes and smelly socks and just slept soundly. But I got up early in the morning to wash his clothes and brush his shoes. There is no way a mother can do it. Who else can do it? After washing his clothes, I was sweating all over. I love cleanliness by nature and decided to take a shower before preparing lunch.

I took off all my clothes in the bedroom, wrapped myself in a bath towel and went into the bathroom. I locked the door, untied the bath towel and looked left and right in front of the large mirror on the wall. I haven't done bodybuilding exercises recently, and my belly is obviously slightly bulging. I changed my standing posture, which made me look pretty good. I often breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, my figure has not really changed.

My unit gave me a nickname called "Cold Beauty". One is to describe my cold attitude towards colleagues of the opposite sex, and the other is to describe my appearance and figure. Although I disdain it on the surface, my vanity is actually greatly satisfied by it.

I just graduated and was assigned to the court as a clerk. Many young colleagues pursued me, but at that time I was engaged to my college classmate and my current husband, so I rejected them one by one. A year after marriage, we had a son.

My husband and I are both highly educated intellectuals, so we usually pay more attention to maintenance. Although my husband's sexual function is no longer good, his handsome appearance can still fascinate many female doctors and nurses in the hospital. Although I am also over 40, others think that I am still charming and charming. I can't compare with those newly assigned female college students in the unit, but I have the beauty of a mature woman, which can make the opposite sex more obsessed than young girls.

I turned on the shower and bathed my whole body. The weather in early summer was already very hot and humid. I didn't turn on the air conditioner when I was working just now, and my body was full of sweat. At this moment, I gradually felt comfortable with the warm water washing.

At this time, my son had already got up and wanted to go to the toilet. Seeing the sound of flushing from the locked bathroom door, he asked in a daze: "Mom! Are you taking a shower?"

"Well! Do you want to use the toilet? Wait a minute! I'll be done soon!" I answered through the door.

"I'm not in a hurry! Take your time to wash, don't worry about me washing well!" My son said a few vague words and didn't know what he did.

I was afraid that my son would get anxious waiting, so I quickly showered a few times, dried my body, wrapped myself in a bath towel, and went out. I pushed open the door of his bedroom, but I didn't see him inside. I was surprised, how could the child go out so quickly? I went to the kitchen and the living room to check, but there was no sign of my son. I felt even more strange, and hurried back to my bedroom, but found that the door was locked. I knocked on the door twice and asked, "Son! What are you doing in mom's room?" I heard my son's hesitant voice from inside: "Mom! Are you done with the shower? I didn't do anything but look, and I closed the door casually. Don't worry, I will open the door for you right away." The door opened quickly. My son lowered his head and blushed and said to me, "It's okay! Mom, I'm going to the bathroom!" He rushed into the bathroom without looking back and locked the door tightly. I was a little confused by my son's strange behavior, and went into the bedroom, closed the door and prepared to change clothes. I suddenly found that the clothes I had just taken off had obviously been turned over by someone, especially the bra and underwear. I had folded them neatly on the bed, but now they were crumpled and thrown on the ground.

I hurriedly picked them up. They were wet and sticky in my hands. I put them close to my nose and smelled them. A fishy smell rushed into my nostrils. My underwear was changed and washed every day, so there was no way it could have a strange smell. After careful identification, it turned out to be the smell of semen. I hurriedly opened my underwear, and there was indeed a mess of semen stains on the white silk underwear. Could it be that my son had masturbated with my underwear while I was taking a shower?

I really didn't dare to think of the worst, but the facts were in front of me, and my mind was blank. It would be fine if this child watched those obscene movies and pictures, but he actually developed to the point of masturbating with his mother's underwear. It was obvious that he had a tendency to be mentally abnormal.

I called my husband overseas, but after the call was connected, I didn't have the courage to tell him about the matter. After all, it was a very embarrassing thing. I just asked him about his life and told him to take care of himself, and then hung up the phone. I decided to wait until he came back to tell me, so as not to affect his work.

When I was lying in bed and didn't know how to deal with this matter, I suddenly had an idea and remembered the business card my husband left for me before he left, telling me to consult a female doctor named Zheng if I found any problems with the child. I hurriedly took out the business card and contacted Dr. Zheng.

On the phone, I told Dr. Zheng about my son's abnormal behavior and abnormal behavior. After listening to me, Dr. Zheng decided to meet me in a teahouse in the afternoon. I thought about it and asked her to meet in a teahouse in the afternoon.

After the call, I found a clean set of underwear and changed into clothes, and pretended to know nothing to cook for my son. Seeing that I didn't mention anything, my son naively thought that I didn't find out his secret, and seemed particularly obedient. He helped me pick vegetables and sweep the floor, and he also washed the dishes after dinner, which was very rare. I understand the reason for all this.

At 2pm, I went to the tea house where I had an appointment with Dr. Zheng. After waiting for nearly an hour, Dr. Zheng finally appeared in front of me.

I have met many of my husband's female colleagues, so I have always had a misunderstanding that female experts in psychology are often old and ugly women. I didn't expect that such a beautiful woman like Dr. Zheng is also engaged in research in this field, and is also a famous psychologist. It was really beyond my expectation.

Seeing that I was a little dazed, Dr. Zheng smiled and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, stretched out her hand and introduced herself: "Hello! My name is Zheng Lei."

I hurriedly shook hands with her and said: "Excuse me! I didn't expect you to be such a beautiful woman, Dr. Zheng. I was wondering why your voice was so sweet on the phone just now!"

Zheng Lei lowered her head and smiled embarrassedly, saying: "Thank you! You are also very beautiful!"

We were polite to each other and sat down hand in hand. I originally asked for a pot of jasmine tea, and after asking Zheng Lei's opinion, I ordered a pot of green tea for her. We chatted about work and life, and the more we talked, the more we got along. It seemed like we had met too late.

After a while, Zheng Lei remembered the purpose of this trip and changed the subject to ask about my child.

I told her in detail what I had told her on the phone. She listened carefully and didn't express any opinions from beginning to end. It was not until I finished telling her about the child's diligent performance after lunch that she poured me a cup of tea and said to me: "I want to hear how you want to solve it? Without anyone's help, you are the only one facing this problem. What solution can you do without any consideration?"

I thought about it and said: "First, I want to smash his computer, and then give him a good beating. Of course, this is just my subjective idea. I have worked in the court for so many years and my husband is a psychologist. Of course, I know that doing this will make the child go to extremes, so I want to ask you to help me think of a solution!"

Zheng Lei pushed her gold-rimmed glasses again, and a strange look flashed in her eyes. I looked at her and said in a low voice: "Very good, you have this understanding, which means you are more responsible for your children than ordinary parents. We all know that the psychology of adolescents is the most unstable, and using tough measures will only make them go to the other extreme. Just like the case you saw in the court, not controlling or forcibly controlling the sexual desire of adolescents will produce opposite results. Have you thought of other methods?"

I looked at her in confusion and asked: "What method? I believe there must be a correct method, but I can't think of it anyway!" I begged this new good sister in an almost begging tone, hoping that she could solve my troubles satisfactorily.

Zheng Lei still had that weird look in her eyes and said to me: "Okay! Since you also know that it is not good to suppress the child's sexual impulse, why don't we find a way to let him vent?"

I looked at her in surprise: "Vent? How to vent? Can we let him rape?"

"Of course not!"

Zheng Lei showed the arrogance unique to intellectual women and began to talk to me: "Your child has a strong curiosity and desire to explore sex, but his understanding of sex is only based on the imitation stage of pornographic movies, which will confuse him, lose his way and even harm society. And forcibly suppressing the child's sexual impulse with external force will not only stimulate his rebellious emotions psychologically, but also have no benefit for his growing body. In this way, we can only rely on the correct venting of his lust to save his distorted psychology and developing body."

"From the perspective of not violating the law, there are only the following ways to relieve children's sexual needs: the first is to vent sexual desire through masturbation. This method The method that least affects others and is the safest, but once a child develops the habit of masturbation, he often has no restraint and will eventually destroy his body, and his head full of pornographic thoughts will also distort his psychology, so it is not advisable. "

"The second way is to let him have a girlfriend. But the child is currently in high school, and premature love will definitely have a negative impact on his studies. Moreover, letting a girl get involved in sex too early is also irresponsible to the girl, and the physical and mental damage to girls is far greater than that to boys, so it is also not advisable."

"The third way is even more unacceptable, that is, relying on prostitution to satisfy the child's sexual needs. This behavior can not only make the child degenerate, but also make it more likely to be infected with sexually transmitted diseases. Therefore, the harm is extremely great, so it cannot be considered at all."

"There is only one way left, which can satisfy the child's strong sexual needs without making him fall into the misunderstanding of sexual life. But this method is not acceptable to most parents."

At this point, Zheng Lei picked up the teacup and sipped the tea gently, and stopped talking. At the crucial moment, I couldn't let her keep it a secret, so I hurriedly urged her, "What method? Tell me now!"

Seeing that I was very anxious, Zheng Lei slowly said four words: "Mother-son sex!"

After hearing Zheng Lei's four words, I was so frightened that I almost dropped the teacup in my hand. I blushed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Mother-son sex? Isn't that... incest?"

Zheng Lei's beautiful face showed a mysterious smile, and she said to me: "Sister Lin, don't get excited, let me explain it to you slowly. First of all, incest itself is not as terrible as you think. The pursuit of pleasure in human sexual life is the first primitive instinct. Throughout the ages, there are stories and legends about incest in countries around the world. Although most of them are about brothers and sisters getting married, or uncles marrying nieces, there are also cases of mothers and sons falling in love and getting married. In Greek mythology, Oedipus is a tragic hero who killed his father and married his mother."

"It's just that as close relatives have sexual intercourse, the probability of offspring suffering from genetic diseases has increased. The human race abandoned the bad habit of incest and built an impenetrable wall with morality. In fact, the contraceptive problem is easy to solve nowadays. The simplest way is to have sex with a condom. So what do you think is the biggest obstacle to incest within the scope of not producing offspring? "

I listened to her long speech attentively. When she asked me a question, I thought about it and said, "It's mainly because social ethics and my personal ideas cannot allow it."

"Yes! That's right!"

Zheng Lei acted like a psychologist, as if I was a patient listening to her consultation.

"What you said is exactly the key to why incest is not recognized by society. But what I said to you about 'mother-son sex' is another kind of sexual behavior that is completely beyond the scope of incest. Pure incest can be divided into 'father-daughter incest', 'brother-sister incest' and 'mother-son incest' according to the family."

"Due to the different physiological structures of men and women and their different psychological endurance, the former two kinds of 'incest' often cause great trauma to girls' bodies and minds and should be condemned. The latter kind of 'mother-son incest' is completely harmless and even harmful if it occurs at the right time and is used correctly. Beneficial sex life." Zheng Lei took a sip of water to moisten her throat and continued, "Why do I say this kind of incest is beneficial? First of all, boys have the strongest sexual needs during puberty at the age of 17 or 18, and you are already around 40 years old, which is the period when women's sexual desire is the strongest. From a scientific point of view, young men and middle-aged women are equal in pursuing sexual needs, which provides a scientific physical guarantee for mother-son sexual intercourse. Both mother and child can just meet their needs." Hearing this, my face turned red, and I thought of my husband's incompetent performance in bed, and my heart couldn't help but beat wildly. Zheng Lei seemed to be unaware of my abnormality, and continued to speak in a serious manner: "Psychologically, this kind of 'mother-son incest' occurs when the mother teaches her son, which is emotionally sublimated compared to the low-level pursuit of physical satisfaction. At the same time, as a sexual partner, the mother has some advantages that other women do not have." "For example, because the mother-son relationship is relatively close, it is easier to communicate with the child on sexual issues, and the mother has rich sexual life experience. When dealing with the child's sexual needs, her way will be more scientific, and it will not mislead the child's sexual orientation like prostitutes or pornographic movies. At the same time Mothers have mature adult thinking and healthy standards, and will have a controlled management of the frequency of sexual relations with their children as sexual partners. These are not things that other young women can do. "

"Therefore, mothers can be the most qualified sex enlightenment teachers for adolescent children. By being restrained with their mothers, they can control their sexual life with guidance, and adolescent children will definitely establish good sexual concepts. Therefore, I think this kind of "mother-son incest" is a viable way of venting as a family secret activity."

After Zheng Lei finished speaking, she immediately changed her tone of preaching, as if she had changed a person: "I'm sorry, actually this is my most I am writing a paper analyzing the family incest system from a psychological perspective. I am a bit into the lecture mode. Sorry. "

I said hurriedly, "It's okay! It's okay! You said it very well! Really, I just thought that incest was despised, but I never figured out the crux of the problem. It's you professionals who analyzed it thoroughly. And you talked very vividly. It felt like I was back in college. Leilei, is there no better way besides "mother-child sex"? I... I think it makes sense, but I am the child's mother after all! I really don't want to be with my own child. Doing that, I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. "

Seeing that I was really embarrassed, Zheng Lei looked around. It was just after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and the teahouse was very quiet. There were no other customers around. Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You and I got along very well when we met. I accept you as my sister, so I won't hide anything from you. Do you know why I wrote this paper on "mother-son incest"? In fact, my son and I have maintained this kind of mother-son sex life for more than a year."

I was stunned. Looking at this woman in front of me who was extremely outstanding in terms of appearance, figure, temperament and cultivation, I really couldn't believe my ears. I stammered and asked, "You mean...you and you...you...your son...son...have sex?"

Zheng Lei nodded generously, without a trace of shame on her beautiful face. She whispered to me, "My son was just like your son a year ago. He secretly collected pornographic pictures and often stole my underwear and stockings to masturbate. I don't know what's wrong with kids nowadays. They are all obsessed with sex. So after listening to what you said, I immediately decided to help you to the end."

"When I first found out that my child stole my stockings to masturbate, I came up with a way to be a sex mentor for him to guide him not to go astray. After all, I am a single mother and no one can interfere with my private life. But it took me a long time to actually implement the plan. In order to overcome my sense of shame and give my son the courage to have sex with me, we took a lot of detours. But in the end we succeeded."

"Now my son and I have sex three times a week, and the child is no longer addicted to those pornographic pictures and movies. He has a regular life. Every day when he comes home, he goes to bed quietly after dinner and reviews his homework, unlike before when he always tossed around in bed. So I think my plan and experience must be suitable for you."

After listening to her, I was silent, blushing and lowering my head to think about my thoughts. After a long time, I finally broke the silence. I blushed and whispered to her, "So what should I do in the first step?"

Chapter 3

The long talk with Zheng Lei lasted until the evening. She made a thorough plan for me and finally told me to proceed step by step, not to rush for success, and not to scare the child. Only by implementing "mother-son sex" step by step and smoothly can the expected effect be achieved.

My son was hungry when I got home. I was busy preparing dinner. After eating hurriedly, my son went back to his room, closed the door and said he wanted to review and didn't want me to disturb him. I knew very well that he must have browsed pornographic websites again, but I didn't say it out loud. I lay on the sofa to sort out my thoughts.

The plan Zheng Lei designed for me in the afternoon was very thorough, but whether it could be implemented smoothly depended on me. From the bottom of my heart, I rejected this "mother-son sex" plan. Although I can't be called a chaste woman, I have never had sex with a man other than my husband. Even after my husband suffered from impotence, I often tossed and turned in the middle of the night because of lust. I could only rely on massagers and jumping eggs to comfort my lonely body and mind, but I never thought of cheating on my husband.

But this time, I really felt sorry for my husband. And my sexual partner turned out to be my own son. This reality was really hard for me to accept for a while.

I was having a fierce ideological struggle in my mind. Pictures were turning in my mind like a movie. The crying teenager who was sentenced to death for raping a woman in court, the unbearable pornographic movies on my son's computer, and my husband's limp genitals in my hand and his apologetic expression. In the dead of night, I masturbated naked with a jumping egg, and the interweaving was particularly vivid.

Gradually, the face of the crying teenager sentenced to death for rape in the court blurred, and when it became clear again, it turned out to be my son standing in the dock accepting the death sentence. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat, and then I realized that I had just dozed off.

I sat up and drank a glass of water, and after calming down. I no longer had any concerns in my heart. Zheng Lei was right. Instead of letting the child harm the society, it is better to reduce this harm to the family. Although it is indeed unfair to my husband to ask me to sacrifice my chastity, under my correct guidance, my son's sexual orientation will at least not be distorted. And I, as a mother, am really worried about relying on others to guide my son's sexual behavior.

Since I have made up my mind, I try to relax myself so that I can adjust my mood and plan to implement the first step according to the plan Zheng Lei made for me.

I looked at the time and it was already 9:20 in the evening. I thought of an excuse and knocked on my son's door.

My son asked impatiently in the room: "Mom? What's wrong?"

I said: "Mom's computer is infected with a virus. I have a work note to write at work tomorrow, and I need to check some information online. I'd like to borrow your computer."

After a moment of silence, my son opened the door and I walked into his bedroom. I saw that the computer was on, and there were several books and notebooks scattered on the desk next to it. My son picked up a book on the desk and lay on the bed while reading it, saying: "You can use it yourself, hurry up, I'll go to bed soon."

I nodded and pretended to search for information online. I looked at my son lying on the bed coldly. He seemed very uneasy, afraid that I would find something from his computer, and used the book as a cover to monitor my actions.

I casually looked at a few websites I often visit. Seeing that he relaxed his vigilance, I directly opened his disguised folder and clicked on a picture of a naked woman, pretending to be surprised and screaming: "Ah! What...what is this?"

When my son saw this, he quickly rolled off the bed, rushed to my side, grabbed the mouse and turned off the picture browsing software, and kept complaining: "You just searched for information, why are you flipping through it?"

I pretended to be angry and said sternly: "Wang son! Explain to your mother clearly, what do you do with the computer? What kind of mess is this?"

At this moment, my son also realized that his tone just now was wrong. Seeing that I was pressing him again, he hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Nothing...it's just a picture...Mom, go to bed, I'll delete it in a while. I was wrong, I'll change it next time."

He has been sweet-mouthed since he was a child, and he knows when to give in. I was just taking advantage of the issue and didn't really want to scold him. So I changed to a kind tone and said, "It's good to know your mistakes, son. Mom wants to have a good talk with you. Don't think Mom is nagging. Come, sit here." I pulled a chair over for my son to sit next to me.

My son sat down obediently. He kept explaining to me, "Mom, it's really nothing. I just watched it once and forgot to delete it. I promise I won't watch it again in the future."

I stopped him from explaining. The more he lied, the more he lied. He clearly saved thousands of pornographic pictures and dozens of pornographic movies. Do you really think I'm an old antique and have no computer knowledge? You look down on your mother too much. But I don't want to pursue this matter with him at all.

I said to him, "Don't explain. You are my child, don't I know? Mom won't hide it from you. You and I knew all the messy things in your computer before your father went to the United States. In addition, what did you do in Mom's bedroom when Mom was taking a shower this morning?" I simply pointed out his privacy directly.

My son was so shocked that he was dumbfounded. He had been deceiving himself and thinking that he had kept a good secret, but he didn't expect that his mother knew everything. He wanted to continue to make up lies, but he didn't have time to make up a lie.

I didn't wait for him to answer and continued, "You are so bold that you masturbate with your mother's underwear. Do you know that you will become a psychopath if you continue like this?"

My son panicked and said, "Mom! Don't say it!" He was already ashamed.

I hurriedly comforted him, "Son, Mom is not here to blame you, but I want to talk to you seriously. You are already 18 years old and in adolescence. It is normal to have sexual impulses, but you can't be affected by these pornographic pictures and movies. These things are distorted and exaggerated about sex. You see, these things will distort your normal understanding of sex."

Seeing my sincerity, my son nodded with a red face and whispered, "I know, Mom! But I am really very curious, and... and..." At this point, he buried his head even lower and couldn't say the following words.

I hurriedly asked, "And what?"

It took my son a long time to muster up the courage to say, "And I don't know why my sexual desire is always so strong, my penis is always hard... If I don't masturbate a few times a day, I can't sleep at night..." At the end, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

At this moment, I knew that my son had finally opened his heart to me and had nothing to hide. I caressed his head and said with a kind smile, "Good son, that's right. If you have any problems, tell your mother. We are a family and your mother will solve them for you. If you keep them in your heart, you will hurt yourself."

My son looked at me with some doubts: "Mom, you solve it for me? How do you solve this problem?"

After all, I am the child's mother and a woman. Although the plan has been made very carefully, I am very shy to ask my son "mother-son sex" directly. Since I can't answer this question directly, I can only hint to my son.

I stretched out my arm to hold my son's broad shoulders and asked gently, "How do you want your mother to help you solve it?"

After all, my son is still young and doesn't understand the teasing in my words. He just answered blankly, "I don't know. I won't look at those pictures in the future."

What a little fool, I cursed in my heart. How can I have a girlfriend if he can't even understand such a hint? It seems that I have to teach you not only how to have sex correctly, but also how to understand a woman's heart.

I had to make it clearer: "It's not about the pictures. What I mean is that if you have any sexual problems in the future, you can come to me directly. If you have any curiosity, I will satisfy you. Do you understand? Silly child!" At this point, my face was red to the roots of my ears.

My son looked at my shy expression in my arms and suddenly understood the meaning of my words. He stammered, "You mean, I can ask you to solve any questions or curiosities I have about sex? Including... my sexual needs?" I nodded shyly. My son seemed very excited. He asked again, "Can you have sex with me, Mom?"

I told him tactfully: "Mom has the obligation to teach you the correct sexual behavior and is willing to guide you, but after all, mom is also a woman and will be shy, not to mention doing that with her own son, so you must proceed step by step. And the initiative of sex between mother and son must be completely in mom's hands, you have to listen to my instructions. In addition, since you will have a normal sex life in the future, you can delete those messy things from the computer, and at the same time, the number of masturbations must be strictly controlled to avoid damaging your body!"

My son agreed one by one, and was excited for a while, but suddenly became very hesitant and asked me: "Mom! I really have sex with you! Is that incest? If dad comes back and finds out, won't he kill me?"

I hugged him and let him lean his head on my shoulder I put my hand on my shoulder and gently explained to him, "If we really made love, it would be incest, but isn't this a sacrifice made to keep you from going astray? Your father is a psychologist and can certainly understand, but it's better not to let him know. Let's keep it as a little secret between mother and son, okay?"

My son rubbed his acne-covered face against my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Mom! You're so nice!"

I hugged his neck tightly and said, "As long as you can grow up healthily, Mom can do anything!"

My son's hands began to get unruly. He secretly put his hands on my chest to observe my performance. I smiled and said nothing. He became bolder and began to gently rub my breasts through my shirt.

My son touched my breasts, and this scene reminded me of when he was a child. At that time, he always had to hold my breasts before going to bed. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, my son held my breasts again in another posture, but this time it was no longer out of his attachment to his mother, but out of the curiosity of a teenager in adolescence about the female body.

I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt, pulled my bra over my breasts, and exposed my D-cup breasts in front of my son for him to play with.

Looking at my pair of white and plump breasts with two circles of dark brown areola and brown nipples the size of little fingers standing proudly in front of him, my son seemed a little overwhelmed. I caressed his head and said:

"Son, do you still remember that when you were a child, you went to kindergarten and had to hold your mother's breasts all day long to sleep? You haven't seen your mother's breasts for so many years, and you don't say hello to it?"

My son stared at my nipples, didn't answer me, stretched out his hands, grabbed one of my breasts with one hand and rubbed it hard. After a while, my son suddenly asked me: "Mom, why are your breasts so soft? Like a sponge. I always think that women's breasts are soft but also very elastic."

I actually felt very uncomfortable when he held my breasts, But I had to let it go. When he asked me, I answered, "Hasn't mom fed you milk? The milk core in your breasts has melted, so you feel soft when you touch it. When you have a girlfriend in the future, you will know that girls' breasts are more elastic than the water-like breasts of women who have been mothers."

At this time, I don't know if my son heard it clearly or not. He had buried his face in my chest. While continuing to rub my breasts with his hands, he put his mouth to my nipples and said vaguely, "Mom, I want to drink milk!" Then he took my left nipple and began to suck it greedily like a child.

I looked down at his cute appearance, as if he was still the naughty baby who was born not long ago. He sucked for a while, then turned his mouth to my other nipple and continued to suck it. He sucked a few more times, then raised his head and asked in confusion: "Mom, why don't you have any milk? Did I eat it all up when I was a kid?" He lowered his head and continued to hold my nipple. This time he didn't suck much, but licked my nipple gently with his tongue. As his slippery tongue gently rubbed my areola, my body felt almost numb.

I smiled and patted his head and said: "Little naughty boy, you made your mother a little..." I didn't continue, because I found that I had already leaked love juice, and a small part of my underwear was already wet, but I couldn't say it to the child shamelessly, so I had to change the subject and explain to him the physiological common sense that women will not secrete milk if they don't have children to drink milk after the lactation period.

I noticed that a small tent had been erected in my son's crotch. I was afraid that he would lose control of himself, so I quickly pushed away the child who was still reluctant to leave my breasts. While tidying up my clothes, I announced: "It's getting late. We have plenty of time. Take your time. You don't have to be too anxious. It won't be long before mom will give me the whole person. You should rest early. Remember the promise you made to mom and don't touch those bad things again." My son seemed very disappointed and lowered his head without answering. When I tied his shirt again and patted his shoulder to show encouragement and was about to leave, he raised his head and said to me: "Mom! Can... let me see where you pee?" I frowned. Why is this child so pushy? If I keep accommodating him, it seems that he will ask to go to bed with me soon. I still said calmly: "Isn't what mom said clear enough? Give mom some time to adapt to our new relationship. Mom will be yours sooner or later, dear! Don't embarrass mom, okay?"

My son seemed very willful and said, "I believe you! But if you don't fulfill my wish, I won't be able to sleep today. Good mom, let me take a look. I always feel that the female genitals in the pornographic pictures are not real. I want to really take a look at what a woman's vagina looks like. Please, mom! I will only take a look. I will never insult you. Good mom, let me take a look!"

I really couldn't stand my son's pleading, and pointed at his nose with my finger, pretending to be pretentious and said, "Okay! Okay! I'm afraid of you, so if you agree to take a look, you will go to bed obediently! OK?"

My son nodded excitedly. Sitting on the chair, he looked anxious.

I lifted my skirt shyly, revealing my white silk underwear and thighs in flesh-colored stockings. I gritted my teeth and gently pulled my underwear down to my knees. Out of shyness, I subconsciously clamped my legs together, not completely exposing my entire genitals, but my entire lower body was still clearly displayed in front of my son.

My son looked at my thick black pubic hair and the front of my tightly closed vagina, and muttered absent-mindedly: "Ah! This is a woman's vagina! So real... so beautiful." As he said that, he actually reached out and fiddled with my messy pubic hair.

The moment my son's fingers touched my lower body, I trembled, hurriedly pushed his hand away, hurriedly lifted my underwear, and put down my skirt to completely block his greedy sight, and then said: "Okay! Mom kept her promise and let you see it, you should also keep your promise, go to bed obediently!"

It can be seen that my son is obviously not satisfied, but he is also trying his best to suppress his desire. He nodded obediently, still asking me: "Mom, how long will it take before I can really make love with you? If you want, let's do it now..."

I hurriedly stopped him from talking and just said: "Mom will get into the role as soon as possible. Give me some time, dear son, go to bed quickly. You have to go to school tomorrow." Then I kissed him on the forehead and turned to leave the room.

I was about to close the door for him gently, and my son suddenly said to me in the room: "Thank you! Mom! You are so kind!"

I smiled and closed the door without saying anything. I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I was very moved by my son's gratitude, but no one could tell how much sacrifice I made for him.

Chapter 4

The first step of the whole plan, the sexual communication between mother and son went smoothly. But the next few days made me have to pay the price for the promise I made.

Usually, when I get home from get off work at the court to clean up the room and cook dinner, it takes a long time for my son to come home for dinner. The main reason is that he is under great pressure from studying. The school often has extra evening self-study. My son likes to play football very much. He often plays football with a few classmates on the playground after school in the evening and then goes home after dark. This has been a habit of his for many years. His father and I think it is good for boys to do more physical exercise, so we never stop him. It is only when he plays too late that we call him to come back for dinner.

But since I had a long "intimate" talk with him that night, my son has become less enthusiastic about playing football. He always rushes home directly after school. His friends are also very curious about what happened in his family.

Only I can know the secret. Since I gave him that "intimate contact", he really never went to that pornographic website again. Moreover, I secretly checked his computer and deleted all the pornographic pictures and movies he had saved before. This was originally a good thing, but I couldn't be happy, because although he was no longer addicted to the virtual world of sexual fantasy, he completely shifted his interest to me.

In the first few days, his early return home did not attract my attention. I was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and he came to help. Gradually, I began to realize that although my son seemed very obedient, his eyes staring at me were always full of lust. There were a few times when he couldn't restrain himself. He was bold enough to ignore the fact that I was cooking at the time, hugged me tightly from behind, touched my chest with his hands, and rubbed my buttocks through the skirt with his hard penis, saying things like he wanted me.

I often tried my best to get rid of his entanglement, scolding him not to make trouble, comforting him, and telling him that I would caress him after dinner. Only then would he stop, eat obediently, and wait for me to let him play with my breasts.

At present, my sexual contact with my son is limited to letting him touch my breasts. I don't really reject him playing with my breasts. Even though I don't have any illicit feelings with my son, I don't think this kind of joke between mother and son is too much. But gradually, when he found that I had been indulging him, his courage and ambition became bigger and bigger.

Last night, as usual, we played the breast-touching game between mother and son. My son was as excited as ever and rubbed my breasts hard. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed. Although this simple sexual game has been going on for several days, I still feel embarrassed and don't want to look at my son with a greedy face.

After touching for a while, my son's hands holding my breasts suddenly withdrew. The sound of unbuckling a belt startled me. I turned sideways and looked at my son hesitantly. He took off his jeans and threw them aside. He only wore a pair of briefs and took his penis out of his pants. The penis was straight in front of me.

I suddenly became very nervous. Could it be that my son couldn't help it and wanted to force himself on me? I haven't completely accepted this incestuous behavior, and I don't know whether to resist or obey.

While I was hesitating, my son climbed back onto the bed, holding one of my breasts with one hand, continuing to rub it, and holding his penis with the other hand to masturbate. He apologized: "Mom! I'm sorry! I really can't help it, is this okay?"

I saw that he had no intention of violating me, so I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to him kindly: "It's okay, proper masturbation can regulate your emotions, but you have to promise mom not to overdo it. Mom will make a rule for you not to do it more than twice a day. OK?"

My son nodded, then dived into my arms, held one of my firm nipples that he had already stroked, and bit it gently with his teeth...

He masturbated at an unusually fast frequency. In less than two minutes, my son ejaculated. Because he was not prepared in advance, the semen splashed on my thighs, and the semen flowing down my white thighs stained my skirt.

I hurriedly stood up to find something to wipe it, and my son hurriedly apologized and helped me find tissues...

The skirt that he had soiled was now hanging on the balcony. I looked at the skirt and smiled bitterly. I felt that my education of my son was ridiculous, but there was no better way, and I couldn't stop the sexual education that had already begun, which made me feel a little perverted. I could only let it develop.

I called Zheng Lei just after get off work and told her about the plan for the past few days. Zheng Lei seemed very satisfied, but when she heard me say that although I pretended to be very tolerant when watching my son masturbate, I was actually panicking and disgusted in my heart, she immediately gave me advice.

Zheng Lei said on the phone: "You did a good job and were very decent before, but you don't need to be so nervous about the child's masturbation. You also know that moderate masturbation will not harm the child's body, but you can't accept it subconsciously. But if you can't even stand watching your child masturbate, how can you have sex with him smoothly?"

"Now it's not the child's psychology that needs counseling, but you need to untie this knot in your heart. You must get into the state. When you play sex games with him at night, you must make yourself aware that he is your son at other times, and once you go to bed, he is your husband. There is nothing shameful about sex between husband and wife. Relax yourself and try your best to show your many years of experience in bed. This will better subdue his restless heart and let you dominate the rhythm of this kind of sex between mother and son as an elder. Do you understand?"

I blushed and continued to ask unhappily: "You mean I should be as cheap as possible? To please my son?"

Zheng Lei hurriedly explained: "No, I'm not cheap! You misunderstood, I want you to be more generous. You are already on the verge of having sex with your son. Although you haven't had real sex, your son has basically become familiar with your body through the physical contact during this period. Although you still have concerns about not showing him the female sexual organs, your son has actually been exposed to those pornographic pictures for a long time. He already knows what the female sexual organs look like. He is not curious about many things at present."

"And the more important thing is the need to vent sexual desire. At this moment, these little sex games you are doing with him can not only not satisfy him, but can only arouse his desire more strongly. Your responsibilities have also begun to change from a sex mentor to a sex partner."

I blushed and asked: "Are we going to have sex now? You know, although I have accepted this fact, I am still under great pressure when I really have to face it..."

Before I finished speaking, Zheng Lei grabbed Then she continued, "I'm not asking you to have sex with your son right away. I'm just asking you to help him vent. You can satisfy him by other means besides genital intercourse. Do you understand? Let me explain in detail. Oral sex, masturbation, even breast sex and anal sex can all help you avoid the pressure of genital intercourse, and your son will get the greatest psychological and physical satisfaction."

"After a period of non-genital intercourse, you will become closer to each other and then have normal sex. You won't feel ashamed anymore. What do you think? Sister Lin, please think about it. Right! In addition, as a person who has experienced it, I recommend you "anal sex", which is to have sex with the anus. The advantage of this is that it is the closest to real sex. It can not only make you adapt to sex with your son, but also exercise the child's sexual function, so that he will not be confused when it comes to real sex. "

"Also, the stimulation of sexual games can be increased a little. Don't just limit yourself to monotonous games such as touching breasts. You should be more bold to let your son deeply understand your private parts, so that you can eliminate the barriers in your heart faster."

After hanging up the phone, my heart was jumping. Zheng Lei's suggestion to me was indeed a step-by-step plan. But when I thought of her clear mention of "anal sex, masturbation, breast sex, oral sex." These words that make people feel uncomfortable, I couldn't help but feel sick.

We are both very traditional intellectuals. I have been married to my husband for so many years, and we have always had sex in the position of man on top and woman on the bottom. It was not until my husband suffered from impotence that we looked up information to find a solution and learned about oral sex and anal sex. These alternative ways of sex, but my husband's illness makes it impossible for him to have a normal sex life, let alone anal sex, so I had to learn oral sex to give him some comfort. Now that my son and I are asked to have this kind of sex, which I think is the dirtiest, I think it would be more practical to have sex with him directly.

After thinking about it, I still couldn't make up my mind. While cooking, I combined Dr. Zheng's words with my actual situation and made a thorough analysis. In the end, I decided to adopt most of Dr. Zheng's suggestions. I really couldn't accept the "anal sex" she recommended to me, which made me despise it. I could only decide on other ways based on the specific situation tonight.

After my son came back, he excitedly told me that the final exam would be in a week, and the school would comply with the regulations of the Education Bureau and no longer give students extra classes during the summer vacation, so he could have fun all summer.

I was also happy for my son. He hadn't had a complete vacation since he was admitted to this key high school. The school's study pressure was extremely high. It was not easy to have such an opportunity. We chatted while eating. I asked him what he planned to do during the summer vacation and where he wanted to go. Mom happened to have annual leave to rest, so I could take him out for a trip.

My son ate his meal with big mouthfuls, looking very happy. He kept talking about going to Tibet. I objected as soon as I heard it, mainly because I was afraid that I couldn't stand the altitude reaction because of my poor heart. My suggestion was to go to Hong Kong, but my son refused because he had been there once with his father and felt bored.

After the discussion failed, my son secretly stretched out a hand from under the table, touched my thigh exposed outside my short skirt, and said with a smile: "Then let's not go there. Mom and I will spend an unforgettable summer vacation at home."

I smiled and slapped his hand away and scolded him with a smile: "Son, you are teasing me again. If you don't do well in the final exam this time, not to mention going out to play, you won't be able to eat."

After dinner, my son went to do his homework, and I washed the dishes and cleaned up the table. It was late after I finished my work, so I wanted to take a shower first.

Just after I took off my shirt and skirt, I suddenly had an idea and knocked on my son's door. My son hadn't finished his homework yet. Although he has been more addicted to sex games with me recently, he has never given up studying. I only go to make out with him before he goes to bed every day, so as not to disturb his studies and give him some time to savor the past.

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