Hi. I'm female, my name is Meigui, which is the Chinese name of the
"Rosa rugosa", and I'm now telling you how my son Caizi ("Gifted
Scholar") met his soulmate.
We're of Chinese ancestry, but we live in Washington DC; I lost my
husband Yingyong ("Gallant") to the war in Iraq, and his pension allowed
our son to be eventually admitted to the Center for the Study of Gender
and Sexuality (CSGC) at New York University.
We have to be somewhat stingy, so I travel by Amtrak when visiting him,
and I don't object at taking the subway to his apartment; but once he
went to the Penn Station to bring me home, and we had to ride an
overcrowded subway coach.
While we were standing up, I felt a male body pressing against my butt –
not just a body, but an erect penis. I turned aside to look the
molester in the face – it was Caizi!
He said, "Beg your pardon," but I was astonished anyway. He seemed
genuinely sorry, but I wondered how could he be erotically interested in
me. Worse, the coach was so crowded that he couldn't help rubbing his
private part against my body – and I feared that people would think that
he was a pervert rapist.
So I took his right hand, and put it on my belly, as if I were his
girlfriend, not his mom, and enjoyed the body contact until we got off
at Union Station. He put my trolley on his shoulders, then he took my
right hand and escorted me to his apartment in E 11th Street, near the
CSGS.
When we were in, I confronted him, "How do you dare sexually approach your mother?"
"Mom ... it was an accident."
"But your penis was erect!"
"I can't help that, mom. You're so cute and busty that I can't help
feeling aroused whenever you are near me. It's always been like this."
"But you've had some girlfriends."
"I've never been able to come with them. Sorry, mom, at the last moment I
realized that they weren't you, and I could not ejaculate, no matter
how long and hard I thrust."
"Gosh! That's why you've eventually lost all them."
"Yes, mom."
His apartment had just one room and a king-size bed – I wanted him to
buy it, hoping that he would soon fill it with a cute girl – and I had
to sleep in it that night. I was afraid for a while, then I realized
that he wouldn't rape me, so I could sleep snugly.
I was wrong. He didn't touch me, but he kept going to the john all night
– once an hour, I reckoned; at first I thought he had eaten something
rotten – but I ate the same food as him, and I felt fine; then I
wondered if his diabetes was decompensating, and I realized at last that
he was just masturbating, collecting his semen into his prepuce, and
then trying to dispose of it in the commode.
Ok, a man is entitled to feel aroused when I'm near him; if he likes, he
can jerk off over me – but compulsively masturbating near me, even
though trying to be discreet, is beyond my conception of reasonable
behavior.
So, when he was going to put his hands on his stiff cock again, I tried
to stop him by putting my right hand under his palm in order to put it
away – but before he could even notice my intrusion, he slapped my hand
on his cock.
I felt so aroused that I couldn't take my hand away, and he construed my
gesture as if I wanted to share his pleasure – he was right by now!
When he was going to come, I repeated what he's been doing for the whole
evening – I took advantage of his being uncircumcised and folded his
prepuce around his glans – so I could collect his semen and swallow it
to the last drop.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I told myself. I silenced him as he
muttered something about my apparent change of mind, opened my gown, so
he could see the tits that arouse him so much, then I removed my
panties, and sat on his still flaccid penis, rocking myself in order to
have my labia and clit stimulated by his organ, until it became stiff
enough to enter me.
While waiting for that, Caizi, my son, remembered that I had nursed him
for more that two years, latched to my tits, and as he sucked them, I
felt his cock getting stiffer, and my twat getting wetter. He nailed me
without removing his mouth from my nipples, and I enjoyed that.
After sex, we hugged and cuddled – I felt refreshed, as I hadn't had
intercourse for years, and an orgasm for weeks; I kissed Caizi in the
mouth, and then he asked me, "Mom ..."
"My name is Meigui. You can't call me 'mom' anymore, darling."
"Ok, Meigui. Are you into anal sex?"
"Definitely no, Caizi. Forget about it with me. But you can ask it of another girl."
"Does it mean that we won't make love anymore?"
"No, Caizi, you're damn good. I meant that you mustn't be faithful to me. You have to make love with other women too."
"Ok, Meigui – I'll see to it."
"But please, always wear a condom with them!"
"So I can have it in the nude with you, can't I?"
"Yes. Buying them would be suspicious when the only people we're going to meet are either you or me."
He agreed, and we cuddled ourselves to sleep. In the morning I felt
aroused, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Caizi sucking my nipples. He
stopped for a while, but I told him, "You can have them whenever you
like, but, please, awake me before nursing, so I enjoy it more!"
When he was done with my breasts, he moved to my vulva and sucked my
clit with equal prowess, and made me come twice before fucking me, and
then felching me, as he loved cleaning the mess he had made.
We had a shower and then breakfast; he had to go to class, so he kissed
me in the mouth (I enjoyed it!) and walked to University, while I sat on
the couch and thought to what we had done.
I couldn't tell anyone, and a few years earlier I sternly condemned a
father who had committed incest with his daughter – ok, she was a minor,
with neither a job nor a learning, so she couldn't refuse his advances.
It wasn't definitely my son's case.
I went shopping in order to distract myself from both guilt and arousal
(although I had orgasmed a lot, I was still craving for more sex, and
kept thinking to Caizi); I didn't buy a lot of things, but among them
there were a set of peek-a-boo bras, panties with a split crotch, and
some beautiful stockings.
I still kept the revealing lingerie I wore when making love with my late
husband, but it was in our Washington apartment – buying it anew was
less expensive than having a round trip to there.
The bras were the thing I pained more over: it was crystal-clear that my
son Caizi loved my tits, and I remembered nursing him upon request –
and he requested my milk so often that I and my late hubby Yingyong had
to find a way to make love while nursing.
Yingyong sat on an armchair, stark naked, but with an erect penis, and
while Caizi was unwittingly arousing me while nursing, I slowly lowered
my ass so that Yingyong could nail me.
Perhaps this made me associate nursing Caizi with reaching orgasm (à la
Pavlov) – when I eventually weaned Caizi (at 6!), I had to ask Yingyong
to kiss, lick and suck my nipples several times a day in order to arouse
me in the evening – and he more often than not led me to orgasm by
simply stroking my areolae.
Now Caizi was going to do the same to me – in a few days he could become
as good as his father – and I was possessed by an insane fantasy: to be
both his wet nurse and his lover.
Caizi once admitted to being aroused by wet nurses – and when my sisters
and my sisters-in-law paid visits to our house and nursed their
children, we didn't prevent Caizi from watching, and he could often
taste a few drops of milk. Other aunts bring sweets to their nephew –
they soon learnt that all he wanted was between their arms, and gave it
generously.
At the end of their studies, CSGS students have to perform field
research, and Caizi proposed "Sardinia" to his tutor; "Why not China,
our homeland?" I asked him, and he answered, "An Italian girlfriend told
me that Sardinians are somewhat breast-obsessed: they teach modesty so
early and effectively that it is nearly impossible to see a female of
their own aged more than two in her birthday suit – but if a baby wants
nursing, her mother instantly bares her breasts and fulfills its needs,
wherever they may be."
"Amusing. Don't you think that in a country like ours there may be a national minority with the same customs worth studying?"
"If you can tell me the name, I'll be more than glad to compare it with Sardinians."
I didn't know the name – I actually knew that the Beijing government was
really worried because less than expected Chinese moms were exclusively
breastfeeding their children, with unfortunate consequences.
My long breastfeeding Caizi was a fortunate exception, on a par with the
case of the Chinese policewoman who breastfed all the infants she had
rescued in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake – but I hoped, when proposing him
to switch to China, that he would find a soulmate there. But now I had
become his soulmate – and I was afraid that, if I fulfilled my fantasy
of relactating, I would be the happiest mom in the world, but also the
warden of his prison – a real milk trap.
My instinct was to buy some nursing bras, but they would have revealed
my intent, and I thought that the peek-a-boo bras would wondefully frame
my breasts, thus arousing him without prodding him to suckle them so
much as to trigger relactation – but in my fantasies, I kept thinking to
his mouth, lips and tongue around my breasts. My twat deserved much
less attention, and after being so aroused by my nursing fantasies, even
unwittingly skimming the supermarket trolley with it could make me
come.
I had to feign an epileptic fit to conceal the real reason I squealed,
but a couple girls might have seen thru it. They were my son's age, and
volunteered to bring me to his apartment. They knew him, as they asked
me, "Madam, you are Caizi's mom, aren't you?"
They had already seen what I had bought, so I shamelessly lied, "No, I'm his girlfriend. His mom won't come until summer."
"Oh, is he engaged? Mazal tov!"
"In Chinese we say, 'Wan fu'," I told them, "but I thank you for the wish."
The girls brought me to Caizi's apartment, and then told me: "We live in
this building, a floor over yours. If you need something, please call
us."
As I was alone, I couldn't help fingering myself and than having a
shower; then I wore the lingerie I had bought, a transparent silk blouse
(Yingyong loved fishnets, but I was younger, nulliparous, and my
breasts were firmer) and a miniskirt. As I hate high-heels, I only put
on slippers – but with small polished mirrors on the vamps; if Caizi
looked at them, he wouldn't be able to think to their hide, but to my
skin!
When Caizi went home, he was somewhat angry – luckily, he wasn't as
short-tempered as Yingyong: he told me that the girls who had rescued me
were worried about me.
"How kind of them!" I replied.
"Darling, Meigui, my friends, Eliza and Kate, had already seen our
family's photos – so they couldn't be duped into thinking that you were
my actual girlfriend."
"Caizi, I can't be your mother anymore. That's why I asked you to always
call me by my first name. I didn't lie – I told them the actual truth."
"You lied to conceal the real reason you bought this lingerie!"
"Don't you like it, Caizi?" I told him while unbuttoning my blouse
(sorry, I'm not Sharon Stone, I couldn't replay the famous scene in
"Basic Instinct"); Caizi stared at my bra and upright nipples which kept
gushing out of the slits, and meekly suggested, "Meigui, you could have
stood still. You're a widow, you can have sex with whomever you like
..."
"... especially you, Caizi."
I hugged him, kissed him, and he told me, "Let me tell you something while I am having a shower."
"Let me help you – these garments are an easy wash."
I didn't actually shower with him – he had his shower in the cabin,
while I stood outside; but looking at him naked while having his shower
made me horny, and he got ever hornier watching my tits and my cunt
popping out of the garments which where supposed to rein them in.
When he was done, I took a towel and hugged him under the pretense of
wiping him, and he hugged, kissed me in turn, and pressed his dick
against my belly – I felt as if he had put a firebrand against it!
He didn't dress – he undressed me instead, and chased me until his king
size bed, where he grasped my heels, licked my twat, sucked my clit,
fondled my tits, and nailed me while French kissing me.
After several orgasms of mine, he came, and after a bout of felching and
snowballing, he at last managed to tell me that these girls had two
secrets.
"They're lesbians, aren't they?" I asked him, "None of our business, anyway."
"Not just lesbians – they're also sisters!"
"So their secret is our secret," I remarked, "They may not let the cat out of the sac."
"No, they won't. But you didn't know that, and I was afraid that you could put us into trouble."
"Caizi, we have to find a solution. These girls weren't the first
lesbians I had met in my life, and I know that their real pain in the
ass is living in the closet. We've entered the closet tonight, and we
have to find a place in which we can come out."
"There is no place in the world in which mother-son or sister-sister
incest is legal. But some countries may only prosecute those who make a
scandal with their incestuous conduct."
"So we would live in a demi-closet there. Which countries?"
"Sardinia. It belongs to Italy, and Italian law only punishes incest
that makes a scandal. Moreover, the scandal must have been triggered by a
lapse of the incestuous couple."
"What do you mean?"
"That if somebody peeks into our bedroom, there is no fault of our own;
if the police enters our house and catches us in the act, there is no
fault of our own ..."
"So, no Bowers v. Hardwick case there, I suppose."
"Right, but if WE do something that lets people know what we're doing, it's our fault."
"For example?"
"I make you pregnant ..."
"Impossible. You know I was sterilized once I had given birth to you."
"It was just a simple example; a more serious example would be claiming
that we aren't mother and son, but girlfriend and boyfriend. This would
make the relationship officially known, and therefore scandalous due to
our own fault."
"Ok. I won't tell anybody else that you're my boyfriend. When are we going to Sardinia?"
"I should ask Eliza and Kate if they want you with us, since we're
partners in this research. By the way, it is financed by a grant, but
your flight and staying in Sardinia won't."
"Can I use my credit card in Sardinia?"
"Of course."
"How long will your field research last?"
"A couple years. It takes time to study a cohort of nursing moms."
"I know. I nursed you for six years. Aren't you going to resume?"
He resumed – he sucked my tits for ten minutes each, and then my clit;
even though I was somewhat tired, I let him fuck me again, and then
felch me.
The only thing I knew about Italy, except the incest law Caizi had
explained me, was that Italian women used the "bidet" to wash their
genitalia in it – I would never apparently ever need one, since I had
such a willing slave!
We were hungry, so we made dinner, washed the dishes, and made love
again; after making love, Caizi helped himself with my tits – and I was
unable to stop him, since I loved his mouth on them so much.
I couldn't just be his lover but not his wet nurse, so I asked him whether he would like me to relactate.
"It would be wonderful – moreover, Kate is also an LLL [La Leche League] consultant. She can help you with that."
"So, are you telling me that our two couples are a marriage made in heaven?"
"Eliza, who's Jewish, would say 'basherte'; yes, it seems so."
"So, when will we meet in order to discuss relactation and traveling to Sardinia?"
"What if we dine together next Saturday night?"
"Ok. Let's now sleep now. You have to go to class tomorrow, haven't you?"
We wanted to sleep, but mutual attraction woke us up at about midnight,
and I reminded my son how wonderful was it to me to nurse him at that
time – now that Caizi was grown up, he knew how to fuck me into sleep
afterwards.
As Eliza and Kate answered that it was better to put the dinner off by a
week, we spent the following days making love whenever possible, and we
couldn't simply get enough of it.
The day before the scheduled dinner, I had to go to an ob-gyn, who
advised me to pause for a couple days and to use some lubricant – and I
also had to buy new bras, as my boobs were growing.
The dinner was to be held in Eliza's and Kate's apartment, on the floor
above ours; when Caizi dressed for it, I became suspicious, as he had
bought a pair of wonderful boxer shorts and socks; then he asked me to
wear the revealing lingerie I had bought for him and a blouse he had
given me – beautiful, but more transparent than a window pane!
"What are we going to make with Eliza and Kate, Caizi?"
"They love swinging."
"Their hobby, not mine."
"They won't rape you."
"Have you had sex with either of them?"
"Actually with both."
I was astonished – I thought that he had seduced me out of misery, not that he had a sex life and I just was one of his lovers!
"Meigui, they're good friends, but you're much dearer to me than them.
Whatever will happen to me, I'll love you more than any other woman," he
told me, and he was sincere.
I cried and he comforted me (no, he just cuddled me – he didn't try to
have sex with me); but I asked him, "What am I supposed to do tonight?"
"Just eating and talking. They know we're lovers, and we know they're
lovers as well. If Kate asks you to bare your breasts, it isn't just out
of erotic interest, but ..."
"... because she's also a lactation consultant. I know – I won't feel worse than when I met a straight male ob-gyn today."
We went to the girls' apartment, and I saw them dressed as sexy as me,
although in no vulgar way: both Eliza and Kate wore shirts with a
low-cut neckline, which highlighted their big breasts; but their shirts
weren't transparent, and they wore trousers in lieu of skirts.
They had no make-up – neither had I; it was as if we were all confident of our charme, and didn't need any enhancement.
The food was good, the conversation pleasant, and we at last talked about our love life and the field research in Sardinia.
Eliza explained, "I and Kate are twenty years apart; since I and mom got
pregnant nearly at the same time, and mom couldn't nurse Kate, as she
was HIV+, I nursed both her and my son."
"Oh!" I said, "So you too have a son."
"I had him. Elijah was among the 9/11 victims, together with his father
Shimson, who worked there and wanted his son to visit his office and
meet his workmates."
I felt really sorry over that, and stroked, hugged and kissed Eliza. It
was a display of empathy, not of attraction, but we felt closer
nonetheless.
"I pulled myself together to help mom raise Kate. We apparently
succeeded, but the relationship eventually went sexual, and we're now
lovers."
"Does your mom know that?"
"We've never told her," Kate answered, "But you can't conceal anything from a mom."
"But she isn't apparently bothered," Eliza remarked, "She's always said
that violence is the only perversion anybody should be ashamed of – and
there is no violence between us."
Kate asked me, "Your son ..."
I corrected her, "I don't think sex and filiation are compatible. Caizi
is my lover now, not my son. By the way, our relationship is open, so I
won't be jealous of you."
Kate blushed, Eliza feigned indifference, but said, "Caizi told us you're going to relactate."
"You're right, Eliza."
"It's a good idea – nursing both Elijah and Kate made me come every
time; and I enjoy these orgasms again when Caizi sucks my nipples
together with Kate."
The description instantaneously aroused me. My cunt opened and its scent
could be smelled across the room. Caizi fondled my shoulder, and Eliza
touched my hand telling me, "You've got a very good son. Don't disown
him."
I clasped Eliza's hand and looked at her bust. I wasn't jealous, but I
felt the urge of inspecting the boobs which were sharing Caizi's mouth
with mine – there was one way to do that.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and asked Kate to inspect my tits, while Caizi and Eliza were unashamedly leering at them.
Kate's touch was really professional, and she asked, "How long is Caizi suckling your nipples?"
"About a week."
"Curious: your breasts appear in advanced relactation stage – as if he
had been suckling for months. If Caizi keeps sucking them regularly,
eight times a day, ten minutes per nipple each time, you'll be lactating
in two weeks."
"Really?" I asked, and Kate answered, "The glandular tissue is growing –
you must have changed your bras lately – and you may have a gift for
lactation."
"She keeps telling her girlfriends how much milk she gave me as a child!"
"I weaned him just weeks before he went to first class – I was afraid he
would scream for milk while his teacher was explaining the 3 R's"
Eliza laughed, and asked Kate, "Kate, you've seen my breasts countless
times, but could you explain me why they aren't lactating yet, even
though you two provide me with double stimulation from time to time?"
While saying that, she unbuttoned her own shirt and unfastened her bra, so we could all see them in their full glory.
They were big and beautiful, although somewhat saggy – but a woman her
age (and my age) couldn't be supposed to have a teenager's bosom.
Kate touched Eliza's breasts, then mine (still exposed), and told her
sister, "If you're allowed to touch Meigui's breasts, you'll spot the
difference: her mammae are mostly made up of glandular tissue – as if
she were nearing delivery, while yours are mostly made up of fat."
I was somewhat excited at the thought of Eliza's touching my breasts, so
I grabbed her hand and made her lightly skim my bosom; she said, "Best
in the Earth!", and then took my hand and made it touch her breasts and
nipples.
"Wonderful tits!" I said, and added, "I've got a secret: I always begin
masturbating by massaging my breasts – and then I stimulate my clit.
Perhaps that's the reason my breasts reacted so quickly at Caizi's
suckling them."
"Perhaps," Kate said, and Eliza asked me, "Could you teach me your technique?"
"Caizi," I asked, "Could you do that to me? You know the technique
because I always massaged my naked breasts in front of you before
nursing."
"And once or twice, as a young toddler, I helped you. It was my food,
and I was trying to get it as soon as possible!" he answered; then he
made me sit on his lap, my back facing him, and began massaging my
breasts – so well that I nearly squirmed of pleasure, and Eliza's and
Kate's eyes aimed at my bosom and twat (I parted my legs during the
massage, so my crotch was visible, and my lingerie was crotchless) could
only increase my arousal.
I knew that Caizi's dick was getting harder, as it was pressing against
my vulva, perineum and anus, so at last I rose on my feet, opened his
fly, thus letting his cock gush out, then I put my cunt on it the way a
ring is put on your finger.
Caizi couldn't massage my tits anymore – his hands were on my hips and
buttocks, so I had to plead with Eliza and Kate, "Please, continue
massaging me."
Would they refuse? They didn't, sat on our knees (mine own and Caizi's),
massaged my breasts mimicking Caizi's technique, and latched on them.
While they were sucking, I distinctly felt a letdown reflex: milk was going to gush out!
I had promised that my first drop of milk would have been Caizi's – so I
stopped Eliza and Kate, rose on my feet, turned 180° in order to face
Caizi, got nailed again, and while he was making me come, my left nipple
dropped milk into his hungry mouth.
Then it was the right nipple's turn, and when we were all done (he had
come, and my tits were empty), we could face our friends Eliza and Kate,
who had just made love behind my back, kissed us and congratulated us
for the good deed!
"Can I ask Caizi to do that for me? I really want to lactate, but I'm
not as talented as you!" Eliza told me, but I sealed her lips with my
right forefinger, kissed her (not just on the lips – I actually poked my
tongue into her mouth), hugged her, made her sit on a couch, and told
her, "Do unto me what I do unto you!"
So she got her tits thoroughly massaged, and I got horny again. Caizi
hadn't ended his refractory period, so I decided to resort to Plan B: I
sat on the edge of a chair, putting my butt on it, but letting my pussy
stick out, asked Caizi to kneel in front of it and to lick it, while
Eliza and Kate were suckling the milk I had just denied them in order to
feed the man of my life.
I soon came, but Caizi's dick was stiff; he wanted me to take it, but I retorted, "Your friends want it, don't they?"
Kate took it – eagerly, so I wondered whether she was really lesbian, or
her incestuous relationship was only nourished by her great affection
towards her sister.
Eliza and I were left alone, so I was initiated to lesbian sex by her.
She was excellent, and the orgasms she gave me were beyond comparison –
but I felt I was still in love with Caizi. Eliza realized it and told
me, "You can't exact fidelity from your incestuous partner. You can only
share him or her with his or her legitimate spouse."
"I know, Eliza. I will always love Caizi, and you. I can also help you
with relactation. But I'm worried about living in the closet."
"You needn't worry. I have a solution."
Eliza couldn't tell me that then, because Kate was squealing of
pleasure, and Caizi too came (somewhat earlier than when he is within
me, I thought). Eliza hugged Kate from behind (she was still hugging
Caizi), and I did the same to him.
"A wonderful evening," Kate remarked, and Caizi said, "We'd now test another pairing."
"Which pairing?" I asked, and he answered, "I've made love with you and Kate – I'd like to make love with Eliza as well."
"And me with Kate?" I pondered, watched Kate, who seemed willing to do so, and then I said, "I'm OK with it."
Eliza said, "As your mom is a fantastic lover, I'll thank her by having sex with you, darling."
So we ended our orgy. We had a bath together in Eliza's Jacuzzi, and
when we got dressed again, I reminded them that we hadn't talked about
our field research in Sardinia.
"There is just a problem," Kate answered, "The faculty pays for the trip and fieldwork of the researchers and their spouses."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The researchers are Eliza and Caizi," Kate said, "If we want to join them, we have to marry them."
I said, "Ok, Caizi can marry you, Kate. But what about me?"
Eliza laughed and said, "Darling, we're in the Empire State, where
marriage equality is in the law of the land! I can marry you!"
I was astonished: I had never been proposed marriage after Yingyong's
passing away, and I didn't expect to be so loved by a woman, or better,
an individual I had barely known before having sex with, to deserve
that!
I looked at Caizi, who smiled as if it were the best solution; and
Eliza's look, after giving me so powerful orgasms, looked angelic; and
Kate seemed the most loving of the in-laws anybody could desire (yes,
she was good in bed like her older sister) – so I told Eliza, "If we'll
spend our honeymoon and hopefully the rest of our life like tonight, I
accept!"
It was strange to use homosexuality as a cover-up for incest, but our world is definitely upside down!
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