I brought my mother to multiple climaxes during our lovemaking.

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My mother's name is Liu Yanmin. She is beautiful and sexy. She lost
her youthful joys at a very young age, learning to get pregnant and give birth. When my mother was fifteen, my father
seduced her at a bonfire party, taking her virginity, and thus I was born. On
their wedding night, my younger sister was also born. My

father worked in a mine and was quite chauvinistic (most men in our hometown are like that
). After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he
was completely unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, when he was drunk, he didn't beat or
curse anyone in the family. Therefore, considering other factors, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother (
at least compared to other families in town), and it was clear that my mother loved my father
, or perhaps it was "a kind of respect."

However, I often felt that my mother seemed a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I
didn't quite understand why. Our family's circumstances were considered
upper-middle class compared to other families; my mother never needed to work to help with household expenses.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores. My father was always working in the mine, which
naturally brought my mother and me closer. She would often ask me for help; and I, in turn,
would often try to cheer her up. It was clear that my mother liked having me around; it
helped alleviate some of the boredom of housework.

My father always left early and came home late, almost always drunk. I felt that
romance had long since faded from their marriage; most of the time, he was either busy working,
in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, my mother was actually very lonely. However
, I believe Dad still loves Mom very much. They sometimes joke around
or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married is almost gone...
practically nonexistent.

After graduating from high school, I started working (few people went to university back then), and at the same time, I also
found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn some extra money to help support the family. But
as you can imagine, I didn't have much time to date or engage in
the social activities that ordinary young men enjoy. My life wasn't anything special;
sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, Mom and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and
chat. I know Mom really enjoyed having me with her... Over time, Mom and I
became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was
like the sunshine in her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that should have been vague concepts at my age
. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes
. I discovered she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at

that. My mother's hair was very black, thick, and long. When she let it down, her glossy
black hair cascaded down to her waist. She had a good figure, a slender Southern figure,
and her eyes were still captivating.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her
life before she got married. She still longed for those carefree days, but my
mother told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most
important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional virtues and beauty, was a
woman who greatly attracted me. So I started consciously seeking my mother's hugs and began to subtly
compliment her, praising her appearance and saying she was still a very beautiful woman. These compliments
usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts.
On Sundays, when I had time off, I would ask my mother to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her warm,
delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother
would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days when I took her to the movies because she always picked out
the movies for us in advance.

After the movie, I liked to sit with my mother in a small park nearby for a while. There
, we could look at the night view of the whole town and say some playful and affectionate things to each other.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be looking for someone? You're almost seventeen
."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be
with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief
. After a moment, her dazed gaze silently shifted to the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?"

My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out. But then
I thought, well, it can't be ignored anyway; spilled water can't be taken back
. So why not take it a step further?

"Mom, if what I said embarrassed you, I'm so sorry. But you know
, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his age suggests. I love you very much, and
I'm willing to do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don't hate me."

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Son
, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was too lonely
, so I sought your company, which led you astray."

"Mom, I didn't want this to happen either. But since it has happened, I still..."
"I'm so happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you, Mom."

"No! No way! You're my own son!" Mom retorted. "How can
such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman."

"Mom, I can't care about anything else. I'll take the risk if I have to. It's already happened
, and I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you. Mom, for your own sake,
can't you carefully consider my... request?"

Mom was silent for a long time, then two clear tears silently slid down her fair, white
face. Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt guilty. I pulled her to my chest and
hugged her tightly. Then, Mom whispered, "Son, we should go back."

After this incident, the relationship between my mother and me became much colder. Despite my repeated
pleas from my father, my mother refused to go to the movies with me anymore. Instead, she told me I should
go with a girl my age.

I could tell my mother was suffering just as much as I was. As the days passed, my mother
became increasingly withdrawn and taciturn. When my father noticed her change and asked why she wouldn't
go to the movies with me, she just shook her head and asked why he wouldn't take her.

My father said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off.
It's better to rest at home."

Of course, he drank as usual that day. Then, my mother raised her
voice, as if she was saying something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, when everyone else in the family (my father and sister) was out, I pleaded with my mother again
. Unexpectedly, she didn't speak, but just nodded. Overjoyed, I rushed forward
and embraced my mother. She didn't resist, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I cried, so happy, I tightened my hold, signaling to her that with her consent, our previous relationship was over, and a new chapter
had begun . I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back . My mother remained still, leaning against my shoulder. I stepped back slightly, staring into my mother's eyes, gazing into their depths, and said in a calm, gentle tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you." Then, I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers. Unexpectedly, Mom didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded , I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for Mom always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; and unlike before , I could now boldly caress my mother's back. Every Sunday before our date, Mom quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My sister noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. Mom simply said she was going to the movies with her son. My sister laughed at me, calling me a sissy, still clinging to Mom even at this age. I mumbled , "As long as Mom's happy, I'm willing to stick to her forever." Chapter Two # On Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children , her figure was still as slender as a young girl's. The dress, though not very tight, had a great effect, cleverly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. With 　light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty　. On the way to the cinema, Mom was the focus of all the men in town. Meeting those admiring gazes made me, as her son, feel extremely proud. The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return. After watching the movie, we went to our usual park. The temperature was quite cool outside. My mother gazed at me quietly and said softly, "Son, thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful evening." I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy." 　Hearing me say that so bluntly, my mother smiled, but her face also flushed. She whispered,　"Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother." At that moment, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes." As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth went dry, and the intensity of my excitement—if there were a measuring instrument, my heart rate would definitely exceed 120. Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I am already married to your father." "Mom, do you really care about Dad? I feel he neglects you too much, and I feel you're unhappy. Mom! Give me a chance, I will make you happy!" My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She didn't specify which one of us, and my heart pounded in my chest. Was my mother, like me, struggling to control her feelings? Shaking, I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, but you're just so beautiful. I couldn't control myself. I trembled so many times. I felt like an animal. But I still hope, I hope you're not my mother, so that I might be able to... feel more... I might..." My emotions were overwhelming; I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment.

However, Mom didn't seem to dislike this confession of feelings; on the contrary... on the contrary, she seemed somewhat pleased.
I could definitely sense this in my heart, and I was certain Dad had never said this to Mom
. As if in

a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. Mom cupped my face and
said softly, "Son, I'm so glad you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?
"

I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Mom, you're really beautiful, very
sexy." After saying this, unable to resist the drive of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and
kissed my mother's rosy lips recklessly.

Mom didn't move, but passively leaned against my chest, her body stiffening slightly.
I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation rising higher and higher. Then, Mom suddenly began to
respond with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost shed
tears. I had finally cracked open a crack in my mother's heart.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, from her flushed
face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then back to her warm red lips.
I explored her lips with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and
kissing her passionately for a while. Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing
at each other pantingly for a moment.

Suddenly, my mother turned her head away and whispered, "We should go home, son..."

We drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror
, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, on the way back, halfway
along the road, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, stopped, and
began to kiss my astonished mother. At the same time, I reached out and kneaded her full, round breasts through her clothes
.

For the first time, a man other than her husband had touched her chest. My mother trembled violently, forcefully pushing me away,
gasping, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

She clearly still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity. However,
I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing
her hesitant lips again, silencing her words. At the same time,
my right hand climbed onto her chest and began to knead her breasts.

The mature woman's breasts felt wonderful to the touch; two heavy mounds of flesh,
twisting and turning into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity. My mother, who had initially struggled, gradually began to moan
sweetly and started to respond passionately to my kisses.

After a while, my mother suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered,
"Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom," I replied meaningfully, noticing my mother's slightly trembling shoulders
.

When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As
usual, my father was probably drunk again. Before we even entered the living room downstairs, I embraced my mother and kissed her passionately again
.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else up
."

Gently, but firmly, I replied, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world.
I want to keep kissing you like this. Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep
."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I am your father's wife, and
no matter what his flaws are, I will always wear the collar he gave me..."

"But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think this will hurt anyone."
"

Son, what if someone gets woken up by us? What if we get discovered
?"

We were at an impasse in the living room when suddenly I had an idea. I whispered, "Mom
, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he'll
know where you are."

After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed
, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demand.

"Go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and be right back."

Inside the room, I paced anxiously. Just before my patience gave out, the door was gently
pushed open, and my mother entered, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father
has drunk too much again."

I couldn't be mistaken; I detected a hint of disgust in her tone. This was my
perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this," my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't
want to betray your father!"

"I know, Mom, believe me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens,
I will always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and through her thin cotton underwear, I could feel my mother's excitement
. My hands, trembling, explored my mother's entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes
caressing her rounded buttocks. I reached for her chest, trying to unbutton her shirt.
For a moment, her body stiffened, but then relaxed.

"Son, Mom's so scared..."

"Mom, don't be afraid. I'm all grown up now. I'll protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you." My mother said shyly, then pressed herself
against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, I love you."

Afraid she might change her mind, after unbuttoning her shirt, I quickly pulled it off, simultaneously
kissing and embracing her, not giving her a chance to back out.

With her shirt off, my mother's full, snowy breasts were encased in a simple white bra, shimmering with each breath.
Her breasts rose and fell, incredibly alluring, and in the dim light, her naked skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep
breath and focused my attention on her bra, this time reaching behind her back.

My mother weakly resisted, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of
the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!"

"Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish. Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the
ancestral hall to burn incense and pay respects."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus ending her resistance. Suddenly, my mother's high,
firm breasts pressed against my chest. The novel stimulation made me groan softly, instinctively
reaching out to knead them, eliciting a series of soft moans from my mother beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood. I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her
pink nipples. In no time, the delicate nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you... but I don't care.
Mom, your son wants to make love to you," I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her small belly, licking her tiny navel, imagining the wonderful sensations
my brother and I felt years ago when we were conceived there . After repeated intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me . I licked away the beads of sweat on my mother's skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, which made my mother let out a joyful moan that was almost a cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft and supple, with a wonderful feel. Following the curves of her beautiful legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt her panties , a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton. I passionately kissed and sucked on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically amidst a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body relaxed, and without realizing it, she slightly parted her legs, opening her most private parts to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck it. Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt the 　slit of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked through with a steady stream of honey-like fluid　. I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my mother's body to her crotch , burying my face there. Now, the vulva I had longed for, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance , was separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton fabric. "Mom, your son has come to honor you." I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva with my tongue through the rough cotton fabric, my tongue tip pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her lips, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva , and sucking the honeyed fluid that seeped out through the fabric. Under this stimulation, my mother weakly twisted her delicate body. Then, I hooked the two sides and pulled them down, a movement that made her body tremble. "Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..." "Mom, I've told you, I love you. I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this 　, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable　." Mom said, "But what if we get found out..." "As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we'll be very careful, that way no one will know." I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair, her bright, clear eyes, and finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms , then opened her lips to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. I reached down and pulled at my mother's last remaining clothing; this time, she didn't resist. As I threw my pulled-down underwear on the ground, my mother instinctively reached up to cover her inner thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled her hand away, gazing at that lush, dark forest of hair, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration. My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I caressed my mother's vulva, while gently biting her full breasts, a finger sliding into her wet vulva. Even in my most alluring erotic dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's underwear and caress her mons pubis like this. Her vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her sweet lips , then moving upwards, teasingly biting her pubic hair. During this process, Fang Min... my dear mother, moaning with pleasure, was immersed in a tidal wave of ecstasy. After kissing for a while, I pushed open her honeyed lips with my tongue, breathing in her alluring feminine fragrance. I lifted my head to admire the seductive scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—that was where my mother urinated . Ignoring the strong smell, I became completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking it, then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina. When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals. The mature and beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became more and more rapid. I kept stimulating her clitoris, and my mother 's genitals overflowed with fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery honey. Finally, a suppressed, sharp cry escaped her lips. Her mother arched her snow-white body, then began to convulse. I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, gleefully knowing I had brought her to orgasm. After a while, her mother, panting, her firm breasts rubbing against my chest, whispered shyly, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." "Mom, you know what? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my dream for so long ." "Son, honestly, do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course, she's more beautiful than those movie stars."

Tears welled in her eyes as Mom gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time,
she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding it to
the base of her thigh, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva. I closed my eyes, my throbbing glans touching
Mom's moist opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her…

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if silently expressing her agreement, Mom spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis
at the entrance of her vagina. I gazed into the depths of her eyes, and Mom pushed me inside her.

I finally entered my mother's body. I felt my penis being
tightly enveloped by her warm, moist flesh, and I desperately wanted to thrust. I wanted to thrust my hard penis deep
into my mother's vagina with each stroke; she needed this pleasure.

For a boy my age, my penis was very large and thick, and my mother's vagina, under my thrusting
, was like a flower petal, blooming for her son's burning penis. My

mother arched her lower body, allowing my penis to reach the very root of her vagina. Despite having given birth to two children
, my mother's vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles gripping my penis like a pair of clamps
.

I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her relax, so I let
my imagination run wild, imagining my mother lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as
the woman I wanted to rape. I began to thrust forcefully…

Gradually, under my savage thrusting, my mother forgot her restraint and let out joyful moans. Her hands
began to gently caress my naked back. I
thrust even more vigorously, fueled by my incestuous excitement and maternal love. Especially when my mother's hands gripped my buttocks at the same time, I knew she wanted
me to penetrate even deeper.

I continued thrusting into my mother, my lips going down to suck on her nipples, my tongue licking
her breasts. I felt incredibly excited. I quietly kissed my mother's ear, and she
whispered, "Mom, I'm really happy!"

My mother didn't say anything, she just hugged me tighter, and often lifted her buttocks. I straightened
my legs, tensing every nerve in my body, which made my penis even harder. I spread
my hands and thrust deeper...

I worked hard like this for fifteen minutes, and my mother stiffened again. At the same time, she grabbed my
buttocks with her hands, her ten fingers digging in hard, and my penis was tightly gripped by her warm, tender flesh. I
knew my mother had reached her climax, but I didn't stop. My penis, still clamped, continued to push in. I felt
a warm, hot sensation...

At that moment, I heard my mother's voice, a voice I had never heard before, so beautiful, like a young girl's: "Son
, are you comfortable?" Her tongue then entered my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue
. I felt every cell in my body open up. Then,
my penis tightened, and a warm current surged upwards from my legs, a tingling sensation spreading through my glans. I quickly thrust a few more times, and streams of
hot semen shot into my mother's body. My whole body was weak and sore
, panting heavily as I collapsed onto my mother, motionless. After a while, I felt the hot semen begin to flow back into my penis . And so, my mother and I remained intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. After a while, my penis hardened again inside my mother's vagina, and I gently began to thrust
. This 　time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, and finally reached climax together again　. The long night felt far too short for us, mother and son. After our last intimate moment , my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so amazing! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this before. Ah! I've almost forgotten when I last felt this happy." My mother's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man. My first time with my mother was more fulfilling for her than all the times she and my father had experienced since their marriage. "Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!" "Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm Mom has ever had." Mom confessed to me again, her voice warm and passionate. She kissed me goodbye, saying, "My good son, Mom should go back now. I don't want anyone to suspect anything!" We kissed for a while longer, exchanging sweet words. She stood up and wiped herself clean. "Mom, can you leave these panties with me?" I asked softly. Mom was silent for a moment, then asked me somewhat uneasily, "As a memento of our first time ?" I nodded quickly. "I promise, but you have to keep them safe." So, Mom put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room. That night, my mother and I made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing my mother's underwear against my face before falling asleep. Even in my dream, I kept hearing my mother's sweet, almost weeping cries. Chapter Three However, when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like mist. When the family sat around the dining table for breakfast, my mother was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me but also avoided eye contact. I felt like I was in an icebox, but I still refused to give up. So, while my father and sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear stained with my mother's and sister's juices, quietly waiting. Not long after, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped. Seeing the underwear in my hand, her face immediately flushed red, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night." Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet: "Last night's feeling was indeed very quick and pleasurable . Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman..."

"My woman. Son, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms, "I love you! You
know you love me too, give your son a chance!"

I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head.
"No, son." Mom's eyes were filled with tears as she whispered, "Just because you're my
son."

"Mom!" Watching her about to leave my room, I shouted, "I won't stop
loving you, I will continue to pursue you."

Mom's tears were already flowing, but she still left me. From then on, our
relationship cooled down. It was clear that Mom's decision was painful for her, but her determination
remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up
hope of repairing our relationship. My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could reach, asking her sisters
if they knew any good girls; she even consulted all sorts of random books to see if we were
compatible, and if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt extremely distressed because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly
push me away from her. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked
somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

Then, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me changed drastically
, like that of a jealous woman. Even for the smallest mistakes I made, she would scold me
.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away?" My mother wouldn't admit
it, but when I pointed out her recent change and said it was just a lover's jealousy, she fell silent
, went into her room, and didn't come out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, Mom said, "Son, shall we go
see a movie again on Sunday?"

I was a little surprised, but still very happy, thinking Mom was probably just trying to comfort me. I nodded and
said, "Mom, that's great!"

I don't know how I got through the next few days, eagerly awaiting Sunday
. When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Mom had dressed up carefully for our outing
. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother
.

After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged Mom again
. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately.

My hands started to roam over Mom's body; from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell
she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour. When we got home
, just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly.

When she entered the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed. Mom turned and locked the door
, then walked towards me. Mother and son began a long-awaited passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly took off Mom's clothes, pressed her down, and kissed
every inch of her tender skin. Holding her round buttocks, I kissed her
genitals passionately, bringing her to orgasm. Then, I climbed on top of Mom, letting her hold my rock-
hard penis, and placed it at her entrance. With a thrust, it easily entered her already wet
vagina.

I gripped Mom's round buttocks and fucked her hard. Each time I penetrated her, she would tilt her head back and
moan passionately. We rolled around on the bed, sometimes Mom on top, sometimes I on top, and it went on
like this for a long time until I finally ejaculated inside my mother's warm vulva.

This time, Mom also reached her climax, and I had never seen her with such a satisfied smile.

"Son, you're amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her with a hint of unease.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date gets closer, Mom is becoming more and more restless
, like she's going crazy. I know I'm jealous, but Mom loves you more than
anything in this world."

"Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's.
Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than you love Daddy?" I asked, embracing my mother again, kneading her round,
firm breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, my mother murmured, "Ah, son, I respect your father...my
husband, but I don't love him. After being with you, I know what love is.
My dear son, I want to be your wife. When I'm in your arms, I feel
so happy."

Hearing these words from my dear mother's lips, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to
share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine. I want to possess your body and soul . I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one
with you, Mom, forever ." Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist, burying my penis completely inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump, white buttocks up and down. "Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. Your dad and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together." "Of course, I know." I embraced Mom's mature buttocks and thrust vigorously, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed. Suddenly, my mother's tongue intertwined with mine as if she were going crazy. Then, in the midst of the climax , my mother's whole body trembled violently, and she let out a silent scream.

I knew Mom had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting vigorously
. Her beautiful, voluptuous body trembled with each thrust, her
breasts and buttocks heaving. As waves of pleasure coursed through her, Mom finally cried out, and
my penis plunged into her uterus, ejaculating a torrent of my semen, filling
her womb with the seeds of incest.

After the frenzy, we embraced, Mom's genitals still connected to mine. She pushed
me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she reached between my legs, she took my penis
into her mouth and began oral sex. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated again. Without a hint of disgust,
this time Mom, with a charming smile, swallowed all of her son's semen, mouthful after mouthful
.

The next day, Mom and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver necklace for our wedding. No one
knew that I was marrying my dear mother. I also bought a wedding
dress for Mom, and of course, one for myself.

Chapter

Four A week later, Mom chose an auspicious day, and in the dead of night, we
secretly went to the town temple. Mom wore her bright red wedding dress with gold trim, looking
absolutely stunning; I wore my new outfit too.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the necklace
Dad had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had ordered for her on her finger, marking that from this moment on
, Mom was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger.
After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You give me so much happiness
. But tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I'm not only your mother, but also
your wife."

"Mom, now that you're my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?"

Mom blushed slightly and nodded shyly. Then I said to her, "Amin,
tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little chubby
baby."

My mother buried her head in my arms and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's
primary responsibility to be a good wife is to bear a child for her husband. I'm happy to
bear children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!"

That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly. Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I
ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child soon. Finally
, I put on my clothes, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to the nearby Xiaohan
River to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother on the ground, and spread out her
bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful that night. My mother's skin was very white, and
under the moonlight, it even had a soft, pearly sheen, making it very clear. Although my mother and I had been
intimate many times, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother—this woman who had become my wife
.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, and I helped her up. My mother's breasts weren't large or perky
, but rather elegantly curved on her chest. I felt so lucky
to have such a woman as my mother.

I carried her into the water and let her stand in it, scooping water to wash her lower body. Afterward, I
let my mother wash herself there, and I swam around her for a while. Gradually, looking at my mother's
graceful figure, I became excited again, and I quietly swam behind her in the water. The water was now
submerged between my mother's thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and she gasped, then, realizing
it was me, quieted down and let me caress her two snow-white buttocks.

After playing for a while, I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart. My mother grabbed my
hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her buttocks,
kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, admiring my mother's
open anus. Her anus was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up
. I poked it a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

I stood up and had my mother straddle my waist, walking into deeper water until the water completely
submerged her pink buttocks. I held my mother's forearm, making her lean back, and my penis
slid in smoothly. I started thrusting again. Because of the buoyancy of the water, this
position brought my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together. My mother always initiated it
; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire, always having strong urges. Every time I took off her
panties, her genitals were always soaking wet. My mother told me that just thinking about me
made her wet; no one had ever excited her like this.

Sometimes, we were like madmen; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom, and I quietly followed her
. Mom hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was
urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her
against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and fucked her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in," Mom whispered, but I ignored her and kept fucking her until
we both reached orgasm.

When my sister left, I pulled up Mom's panties to prevent her from wiping. Although our affair
wasn't discovered, for the rest of the day, just seeing Mom constantly pressing her lower abdomen
and frowning in embarrassment excited me, knowing that my semen was
flowing from Mom's vagina and into her panties.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master
bedroom. My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly
sexy figure. I gently shook her awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted to sleep with
her, then went back to my own room.

Two minutes later, my mother came in, and I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then began to undress
us.

"Son, I know I'm your wife. When you need me, I should be by your
side , but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger,"

my mother protested. But I kissed her, stripped her naked
, and began to give her oral sex. Soon, my mother was wet, and I climbed on top of her, penetrating
her and starting to have sex with her.

Later, when she left me, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me
, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was thrilled, but the next night, my mother, with a smile on her face, came into my room with her
luxurious bedding and said, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand
the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room. Your father agreed, so from now on,
I'm yours every night."

I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses. Mom, from now on, we
can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity
to indulge in our incestuous love. Sometimes, we would simply spend two days away from home,
in some cave or dense forest, making love like wild animals.

My father never suspected anything about our frequent trips away, only thinking I was a dutiful
son. In fact, I think he must have been very happy; with his nagging wife and son gone,
he could get drunk without worry.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. Meanwhile, I
had a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn business; if I did well, I might even be
able .

Being so far from home, I once sadly thought my relationship with my mother was over.
However, the bond between mother and son was deep. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, actually learned to take the train and travel
thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help me with my life. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but when news

came from our hometown that my father had died of alcohol poisoning, found dead after banging his head against a tiger statue, my mother and I felt lost and bewildered. However, this also seemed to declare that we were now free of all ties. My mother officially moved in with me, like a newlywed couple, inseparable. I was very happy; having experienced the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in matters of the heart, readily accepting my vigorous libido, my passionate kisses and caresses anytime, anywhere, and even my rough style of lifting her skirt and grabbing her buttocks for sex. We had sex at least twice a day. Three weeks into our cohabitation, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come. Then came the anxious wait for us. When she told me again that she was confirmed to be pregnant, we were both extremely excited. In the remaining days, watching my mother move around with my child in her belly, her face radiant with the unique happiness of a pregnant woman, especially now that she was carrying my child—her own son —I felt incredibly proud. Nine months later, we had a lovely eldest daughter. This was our new family member ; the family we had before seemed like another world to us . With our first success, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me . After my eldest son was born, my company sent me abroad. With the money I had saved over the years, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing our family to settle overseas. Cutting ties with the past, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one doubted our identity. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children; and every night, when our children fell asleep in their crib, it was our happy time as mother and child. My mother was still as gentle, sensitive, and understanding as ever. Every time I pulled down her panties, her buttocks were already soaked with honey-like fluid, waiting for her own son's pampering. After showering and drying each other off, we would return to the bedroom and, again and again, indulge in that never-ending, tender lovemaking.

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