Replacing the deceased father with the mother

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Replacing My Deceased Father with My Mother:
My family is a large one in Hyogo Prefecture, with a presence in almost every industry. My father passed away five years ago from a malignant brain tumor. Ironically, he was a renowned surgeon who ran the largest private hospital in the prefecture. However, due to his busy career, he didn't discover his health condition early enough, and he left behind my mother, Chie, and me at the prime of his forties.

Since the hospital shares are still held by my widowed mother, she naturally became the chairman of the board of directors of the hospital left by my father. Therefore, becoming a doctor in the future became an inescapable fate for me, a junior high school student.

After becoming a widow, my mother didn't have to worry about making a living because the hospital was very profitable. She could focus solely on urging me to study hard so that I could go to medical school and take over my father's job. However, taking care of me alone was too difficult for my mother. The hospital's administrative staff also managed things for her, so my mother was often bored. Fortunately, she remembered that she had learned flower arranging before, which she could use to pass the time.

My mother started a flower arrangement club at home, which unexpectedly gained the support of the neighborhood ladies with free time. They would gather to study the art of flower arranging, and sometimes chat about various things in their homes. In this way, our house became a gathering place for the neighborhood ladies, and our home, without a male head of the household, became quite lively.

This day was the day I finished my high school entrance exam. Since I usually had excellent grades in school, this entrance exam was practically a sure thing for me. I didn't even need to wait for the admission list to know that I had done well, and I wouldn't consider any other school than my first choice. So after finishing the exam in the afternoon, I planned to relax by watching a movie that I hadn't seen in a long time, and then go shopping in the evening to relieve the fatigue and tension brought on by the exam.

After I called my mom to tell her my plan, she encouraged me to relax and even asked if I had enough money to cover my expenses.

My mom is so caring towards me, which is understandable; since my dad passed away, I've become the center of her life and her support for the rest of her days!

When I finished shopping, bought some things, and took the tram home, it was already past 11 pm. I quietly opened the front door and went inside, only to find my mom still sitting on the sofa watching TV. I exclaimed in surprise, "Mom! Don't you usually go to bed at 10:30? Why are you still watching TV so late tonight?" "Are you worried and waiting for me to come back?"

Mom smiled elegantly and said, "Of course I'm waiting for you to come back, but tonight I don't know why, I suddenly feel very tired, and my bones are so sore. Takashi! Would you like to give me a massage?"

I said, "Sure! Mom, you forgot, massaging backs is my specialty!" Mom laughed and said, "That's right! Takashi used to massage my backs and it always helped me with my aches and pains. Hmm! By the way, the sofa in the living room is too narrow, it's hard to turn over. Why don't we go to Mom's bedroom? Mom's bed is more spacious, and if you massage well, Mom will reward you!" "

I have no objection," Mom said, lazily getting up from the sofa. I helped her turn off the TV and the living room lights, and followed her to her bedroom.

Mom's bedroom was very spacious, about four times the size of my room. If you squeezed in a large bed, four or five people could sleep there! And it was a suite, with its own toilet and bathroom!

Mom lay down on her bed, hugging her pillow, motionless, as if asleep.

I whispered in her ear, "Mom! Shall we start now?"

Mom just closed her eyes and lazily made a nasal sound, which was her answer. I began massaging the back of her neck and shoulders with both hands, then pinching, pounding, and kneading to loosen her muscles and joints. The pressure was just right, neither too strong nor too weak, and she let out a soft hum of pleasure from her nose.

Next, I massaged her arms. Even through the thin nightgown, I could still feel how delicate and smooth her skin was, just like when I first massaged her seven or eight years ago. It seemed that my thirty-seven-year-old mother maintained the appearance of someone in their twenties, showing no signs of aging whatsoever. Suddenly,

my mother requested, "Takashi!" "Mom's back is a bit sore, why don't you massage it a little more? Sigh!

Mom's getting old, you're so tired after doing a little more housework today, you're not young anymore!"

I quickly said to her, "Mom! You're not old at all! The ladies in the neighborhood all say you look only twenty-five! Mrs. Yamamoto next door is only thirty-five, but she looks almost ten years older than you!"

Mom smiled very happily when she heard me praise her for looking young. No matter what age a woman is, she likes to hear others say she looks young, and she really did look much younger than other women her age.

At this moment, my hands began to knead her back on both sides, from top to bottom, from left to right. Throughout the entire process, I didn't touch anything like ribbons, so I was certain that my mother wasn't wearing any clothing like a bra under her pajamas.

I never used to be interested in women, and massaging my mother didn't seem like a big deal. But since I learned to masturbate to relieve my sexual desires about six months ago, I've started paying attention to women. From female teachers at school to beautiful women I see on the street, I fantasize about them at night when I'm aroused, and then I ejaculate. But the woman in front of me is my mother, whom I've respected since childhood. Only today did I realize she's also a sexy beauty. Sigh! I shouldn't have had such lewd thoughts about my own mother!

As I kneaded and massaged her back, her muscles gradually relaxed, and I knew she felt much better.

Sure enough, feeling her back was full, she said, "Takashi! Massage my legs too! I've been kneeling for so long today, I've never been this tired!"

Following her instructions, I gently began to pound her calves with my fists, kneading and patting towards her knees.

Then she added, "My thighs are sore too! Massage them for me too!" I

massaged the muscles on the back of her thighs, gradually moving up to her full, firm buttocks. My mother's plump buttocks were quite elastic. I placed my thumb on the cleft of her buttocks, while the other four fingers massaged the inside of her thighs. My mother breathed softly and comfortably, while my breathing became heavier and heavier. The sensation from my hands was so tender and smooth, as if I were pressing on a soft cotton flower, constantly stimulating my nervous system. The massage movements became irregular, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

My mother said comfortably, "Mmm! Takashi, you massage so well, thank you, you make me feel so comfortable." As

I caressed her soft, firm skin, I could barely control my throbbing penis, which was throbbing and engorged in my pants.

My mother, still wanting more, said, "Alright, now the back muscles have been massaged, hmm! Now, massage my front too!"

Hearing this, I almost had a nosebleed. My mother probably thought we were mother and son, so she so openly asked me to give her a full-body massage. But I was going through puberty; how could I resist the temptation of her beautiful body? My mother was really getting me into trouble, but I couldn't refuse now—wouldn't that be making it even more obvious?

My mother rolled over and sprawled out on the bed, her pajamas revealing a small gap at the hem, just enough for me to see her tiny light yellow panties. I didn't want to peek at her genitals, but my irresistible eyes kept wandering there. I could see that her panties only covered her mysterious mons pubis, with some thick pubic hair peeking out from the sides. From the side, I could also see the small hill formed by her high mons pubis, which made my penis stand up higher and higher, almost bursting out of my pants.

I stole glances at my mother. She was lying on her back on the bed, her eyes slightly narrowed, a comfortable smile on her lips. I pressed my trembling hand against her smooth abdomen, feeling its slippery texture as I rubbed it. My mother hummed softly, "Mmm! Mmm!" as she did so. As I massaged her, I gently lifted the hem of her nightgown. Ah! A patch of dark pubic hair peeked out above her panties, revealing her snow-white skin and tiny navel.

I swallowed hard, my ten fingers massaging my mother's lower abdomen, gradually moving downwards until the edges of my fingers touched her pubic hair. My mother was still lying on the bed, enjoying my services without any warning. I became bolder and started to rub the edge of my mother's panties with my fingers, intentionally or unintentionally. My mother didn't react at all, but her breath became heavier and heavier.

I didn't dare touch her mons pubis directly, but even so, it was enough to drive me wild. I gradually moved my hand up, rubbing her lower abdomen and navel, until I reached the area below her high, firm breasts. Taking advantage of the massage, I secretly rubbed the base of my mother's plump breasts with the edge of my palm. My mother's moans grew louder, and she made incoherent noises. I then peeked at her panties and noticed that a wet liquid had been secreted from the center, leaving a round wet patch around the panties and making the thin fabric semi-transparent. I could almost count the individual pubic hairs inside.

Finally, a satisfied hum escaped her lips. The moment the sound broke, she immediately shut her mouth, opened her alluring eyes, and said, feigning concern, "Mmm! Takashi, your massage has cured my fatigue. I'm tired and want to sleep. You should go back to your room and sleep too!"

Not wanting to miss the chance to peek at her half-naked state, I said, "Mom! I'm not sleepy yet. We haven't had a heart-to-heart talk in a long time. Let's talk tonight!"

Mom thought for a moment, then patted the bed, gesturing for me to sit down. After a pause, she asked, "What should we talk about?"

I replied, "Mom!" " I've rarely seen you smile since Dad passed away. You have to try to be more positive! The dead can't be brought back to life; those who need the most care are the living!"

Mom's eyes reddened slightly, and she said sadly, "Your father left too soon, leaving me all alone. If it weren't for the income from that hospital to support us, I don't know how we, a widow and her son, would have survived!"

After saying that, Mom sighed deeply, looking forlorn and sorrowful.

I comforted her, "Mom! Don't be sad. Your son will be filial to you. I will study hard and become a famous doctor like Dad, earning lots of money so you can live a comfortable life. Mom, please don't be sad!" "

Mom said again, tears streaming down her face, "Sigh! You're still young, you don't know that things aren't always as you wish. Besides material things, spiritual comfort is the most important thing in life! Since your father passed away, I've rarely dressed up. Sigh! You won't understand the saying 'A woman dresses up for the one she pleases' now. I've even almost forgotten how to use some cosmetics!" As she spoke, tears continued to stream down her face.

I apologized, "I'm sorry, Mom, it's my fault for making you sad."

Mom shook her head and said, "No...it's my own sadness. This is my private matter, it has nothing to do with you." I pressed on, "

What's making you so sad, Mom? Just tell me! Maybe I can help you."

Mom thought for a long time, finally making up her mind and mustering her courage, she said, "Okay! I'll tell you! Simply put, the hardest thing for me after Dad's passing is that I'll have to spend the rest of my life alone. For a woman my age, this is the cruelest punishment. A woman's body needs a man's love to nourish it. I've noticed I've aged a lot these past few years. Hmm! What I lack is... the nourishment of sex!" "

After saying that, Mom blushed deeply and lowered her head in embarrassment.

I felt very sympathetic towards her situation and said, "Mom! You could consider remarrying! Or... it wouldn't hurt to find a lover to live with! I'm all grown up now, I'll consider your perspective."

Mom said softly, "Remarriage is unlikely. I still can't forget your father, and our family's reputation wouldn't allow a widow in the clan to remarry; living together is even more immoral. If others found out, how would I face them?"

I continued, "Mom! If you're not going to remarry or find someone to live with, how do you deal with your sexual desires?" "

Mom said shyly, in a barely audible voice, 'Mom... I can't sleep at night! I can't fall asleep, and sometimes I have no choice but to hug the quilt and cry myself to sleep until morning.'

I offered her another suggestion, saying, 'Mom! You can... masturbate yourself!'

Mom blushed and seemed to have difficulty saying it, 'You... you said... what? Masturbate?'

I said, also embarrassed, 'Yes! You... don't know... what masturbation means?'" "It's...using my hands...to...touch myself, or inserting something else...or using a...dildo...to..."

As she spoke, both my mother and I became very breathless. After all, it would be very awkward for my mother to hear me, her son, saying such things.

My mother blushed and remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Is it...like...when you just...massaged...my...body...making...me...feel...very comfortable...?"

Just to say these few words, my mother struggled with all her might, her face turning red, and my big penis was also throbbing uncomfortably in my pants.

My mother continued, "But...but...I...Mom...doesn't...know...how...to...do it!" She frankly admitted her ignorance.

I was surprised and said, "What...Mom, you...you really...don't...know...how to masturbate?"

My mother blushed with shame and said, "Yes...yes, Mom has never even heard of it...Mom grew up in a very good family...and after I grew up, I married your father...Aside from normal...sexual intercourse between husband and wife...I've never even watched pornographic videos...Actually, Mom is very conservative..."

I found it very puzzling that in this 20th-century environment, there were still people who didn't know how to masturbate! My mother was truly a rare breed.

My mother then asked curiously, "By the way, Takashi! You mentioned masturbation... a woman... how... how does a woman masturbate..."

I said very softly, "For example... you first rub your breasts... then use your hand... to stimulate your vagina... until you feel pleasure... that is... until you ejaculate..."

As I spoke, my expression began to become aroused.

My mother was no longer as shy as before; she was just a little embarrassed. My embarrassment was actually more severe than hers.

My mother then asked, "Have you... masturbated... yet?"

How could I tell her that I need to masturbate almost every night to fall asleep? But saying I don't would be too pretentious, so I could only say, "Yes! I've masturbated before. Every boy my age masturbates."

The last sentence was already an attempt to justify my actions.

My mother pleaded, "But I have absolutely no experience! No...it's better to..."

I asked, confused, "Mom! What do you mean, 'better to'?" My

mother finally managed to overcome her difficulty and said, "Takashi! What I mean is...it's better to...please demonstrate for me..."

I hadn't expected things to develop this way, and I hesitated, saying, "Mom!" "This...this...isn't that a bit much..."

Mom said in an almost pleading tone, "Since you already know about my difficulties, how can I...ask someone else for help...please, be the best you can do...I can only...beg you...teach me..."

Faced with Mom's almost pleading attitude, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to her request.

Seeing that I had agreed, Mom seemed quite excited and said, "Thank you so much, Mom. This problem has been bothering me for so long. Let's begin now!" My

mother didn't seem to see me as a member of the opposite sex. She naturally started taking off my clothes first. When I took off my shirt and pants, leaving only my underwear, my mother's small hand accidentally touched my penis. She blushed again. Judging from my mother's condition, she probably hadn't touched another man's penis since my father passed away. But she still gritted her teeth and took off my underwear, though she closed her eyes shyly, not daring to look at my face.

I then asked her to take off her pajamas. My mother shyly turned her back to me and took off her pajamas first, then bent down to remove the only thing she was wearing, her panties. This was the first time my mother and I had seen each other naked since I was in fifth grade, the year my father passed away.

My mother still hadn't turned around. Just looking at her back, her plump, round buttocks and her snow-white, delicate skin was enough to drive me wild. But I was still greedy enough to want to see her front, so I commanded, "Mom! Please turn around!"

My mother turned around as she was told. Although she still shyly covered her private parts with her hands, her flawless body, which couldn't be concealed, made my eyes almost spit fire. My large penis, tempted by her beauty, throbbed and twitched incessantly.

My mother looked at me with surprise and said, "Wow...it's so big!" I asked back, "Really?" "Isn't Daddy's penis this big?"

Mom blushed with embarrassment and said, "No...not as...thick...thick and long as yours..."

I said, "Mom! You need to look at it carefully, so you'll feel even better when I masturbate you later, hmm! You should stroke my big penis for me first!"

At this point, I dared to speak frankly and no longer held back.

Mom said softly, "You...you mean...use...your hand...to touch...it...it..." She pointed at my big penis.

I said, "Yes! Didn't you ever stroke Daddy's penis before you and Daddy made love?"

Mom frankly said, "No!" "It's always your dad touching me, and then... um... then on top of me... doing... doing it..."

I said, "Oh my god! Didn't Dad ask you to use other positions for... having sex?"

Mom shook her head and said, "No, your dad used this position from our wedding night until the year he passed away. Mom didn't even know that we could use other positions for... doing it!"

I continued, "Then it's no wonder you didn't know about masturbation. Dad must have only a vague understanding of this kind of thing, and you, Mom, didn't know anything either, so you were able to use the same position for so long without getting tired of it." ’

Mom thought carefully about what I said to her, and she agreed with my analysis of their couple’s sex life. Once she figured it out, she squatted down and stretched out her slender hands, grabbed my big erect and flushed dick, first shook it from side to side, and then moved it up and down. Although she had no experience in doing this kind of thing, she still learned how to stroke my big dick for me.

As Mom touched and licked her red lips, my large penis, swelled to a length and thickness I had never experienced before, under the allure of her naked body. Seeing the furious look on this huge thing, Mom couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah...it...it...is so thick...and it's gotten...even...longer...it's terrifying...it..."

I took the opportunity to educate her, "Mom! Open your eyes wide and pay attention to its changes. A man's large penis can completely reflect his inner thoughts. You can easily tell whether a man has been aroused by the reaction of his penis after stimulation, just like a woman's vagina will flow with lustful fluid when she is in heat." "

My mother, having learned from my words, said knowingly, 'I...I know...I understand...'

Her alluring eyes, because of touching my large penis, were filled with a misty haze, a sign that a woman is aroused.

I then said to her, 'Mom! Now use your little mouth to suck on it and see if it gets bigger again?'"

As if hypnotized, my mother took my large penis into her mouth, but as soon as her lips touched the glans, she pulled it out and cried out, "No...this...is too...too dirty..." I

knew that although my mother was eager to learn about sex and techniques, the large penis in front of her was not her beloved husband's, but her son's. It was already very difficult to see her own son naked, and now to suck it with her mouth was a huge shock to her, who had been deeply bound by traditional ethics since childhood, making her feel hesitant and confused.

My mother stared at the genitals of the second man she had ever seen, a penis even thicker and longer than her deceased husband's. In her mind, it was a symbol of filth, and yet I had asked her to suck it. To my mother, a woman of pure heart who didn't even know what masturbation was, it was something only a shameful and despicable woman would do. Thinking of this, a feeling of grievance welled up within her, and two hot tears streamed uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes. She could no longer hold back her inner sorrow and began to sob quietly.

Seeing that I had inadvertently made my sentimental mother cry, I was momentarily at a loss, not knowing what to do. Finally, I managed to calm her down, saying, "Mom! Okay!" "You don't need to suck my big cock anymore. Now let me caress your whole body, arouse your desire, and teach you how to masturbate!"

Mom wiped away her tears and nodded. I gestured for her to lie down on the bed, her body flat. Seeing that things had come to this, in order to find a way to relieve her sexual desire, Mom could only grit her teeth and slowly close her beautiful, alluring eyes, lying down on the big bed. However, her legs were still tightly pressed together because of her inner shame and womanly modesty. Only a patch of dark pubic hair could be seen covering her sexy little vulva. Only the occasional rapid breathing could reveal her lustful desire and inner excitement.

Having only masturbation experience, although I learned some knowledge about sexual intercourse from pornographic books, videos, and casual conversations with classmates, this was my first time touching a woman's body. Moreover, the incredibly beautiful body in front of me belonged to my closest blood relative, my mother. Although she was no longer a virgin, her knowledge in this area and the fact that she had only ever had sex with one man in her life made her more attractive to me than other women. I was all ready and decided to use all the techniques I knew and heard about on my mother to give her the greatest pleasure in her life, as a way of fulfilling my filial duty as a child.

My mother's beautiful figure was on full display before me. At just thirty-two, her face was still as radiant as a flower, yet she exuded the charm of a mature woman, possessing an irresistible allure and charm. I carefully cupped her full, jade-like breasts in my hands, but their enormous size was too large for one hand to grasp. The combination of elasticity and softness was a sensation I had never experienced in my fourteen years of life.

My mother seemed to tremble slightly at the approach of my hands, as if feeling a chill. Yet, my stillness after holding them stirred even greater ripples in her already turbulent heart, making her feel uneasy, as if something was missing.

Soon, my hands began to roam freely over my mother's two mature breasts. I was like a diligent gardener, carefully tending to her snow-white, full breasts, pinching one on the left, kneading the other, and then massaging each breast with both hands separately.

Then I shifted my focus, gently teasing the two bright red buds on the peaks, my fingers like bees gathering nectar, rubbing and pinching the nipples. My mother's body writhed because of my caresses, and she made very faint moans, murmuring in her sleep at a volume like a mosquito's buzz, so faint that the content of her moans was almost inaudible. Although my mother stiffened at first, she did not reject my caresses. I knew that she was actually suppressing her inner turmoil and rationally telling herself that this was just a game, a process that must be experienced when learning masturbation. However, as the rhythm of my movements accelerated, her pleasure also rose, gradually making her forget her position and the blood relationship between us. She only felt this intense stimulation, and her trembling body swayed with my rhythm. I also caught a glimpse of her two jade legs, which were originally tightly closed, slowly spreading apart.

I continued to use the seductive bedroom techniques I had learned, and seeing my mother's flushed face and burning ears, and her lack of rejection, I knew my first offensive had worked.

Gazing at her two hardened nipples, I couldn't resist lowering my head to suckle her right breast, my tongue licking the nipple I used to suckle as a child. I didn't know how to express the emotions I felt. My mother's breasts showed no signs of sagging; they were so round and full. Just looking at these jade-like breasts, it was hard to believe that they would appear on the chest of a mother in her thirties who had given birth. As I was kissing her, I accidentally bit her a little too hard. My mother, who was already intoxicated by the pleasure, was caught off guard by my hard bite, and her delicate body suddenly sprang off the bed, crying out: "Ah!" "It hurts..."

I apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry... Mom... it's just... your nipples... are so beautiful... I... couldn't help myself..."

My mother said shyly, "Takashi... you should... be more considerate of your mother... your... area... is very sensitive..."

She hinted that I could continue, but I wanted to hear how she felt just now to make sure I hadn't made a mistake, so I asked, "Mom! Wait a minute, I want to know how you felt just now?" "

Mom said shyly, "You...you're so annoying...you still make Mom...say such things...um...that feeling...Mom has never...experienced...at the beginning...Mom didn't...want...to let you continue...but then...under your...fingers...Mom lost the strength to refuse...on the contrary...it felt very...very comfortable from the inside of my body..."

I said to her, "It's okay, I didn't do anything wrong, but Mom, I want to ask you, the woman I saw on the videotape was about twenty years old, but her breasts weren't as full and firm as yours, and there was no sagging at all. Did you have breast augmentation surgery, or do you have a special maintenance secret?" "

Mom blushed and said, "You're getting more and more... vulgar, studying my body so thoroughly. I haven't deliberately done any maintenance. My breasts have been like this since I was a teenager. Since your father passed away, I haven't paid attention to my own body for more than five years. How could I have done anything like... breast augmentation or maintenance?"

I said again, "Mom! Dad is so lucky to have married a beauty like you, who is excellent in appearance, speech, figure, and character. If I were only a teenager, I would definitely marry you at any cost."

Hearing my praise, Mom beamed with delight and said, "Hmm! You really know how to flatter your mother. Alright! Mom has something to make clear to you first. I can accept your touching, you can continue. Perhaps when Mom is lost in lust, she will become a... a wanton woman. So Mom needs to remind you beforehand that no matter what happens to Mom, in crucial moments you must control yourself. Mom must remain chaste for your father." I

wanted to know where Mom's bottom line was, so I asked her, "Mom! What do you mean?" "

Mom lowered her head shyly and whispered, 'It's... um... your... thing... can't... go inside... Mom's... no... can't...'

I found her shy expression very alluring, so I deliberately pressed her, 'Mom! You have to explain clearly! What exactly is it that can't go inside you?'

Mom gave me a charming glare, then lowered her head shyly again, saying in a soft, sweet voice, 'How annoying... you know perfectly well... it's your... um... that big... big cock... can't... go... into... Mom's... little... little hole...'

I said sincerely, 'Mom!'" "To be honest, I'm not sure I can have that kind of self-control. You're so beautiful, I might not be able to resist..."

The mother said with a plan in mind, "You must remember this. I will make it up to you. Except for my... little hole, you can play with me anywhere else. Just promise not to put your big cock into my little hole. I really can't do anything that would be unfair to your father. Please understand this last request of mine. You are the son of my father and me. If I have... um! marital relations with you, I will feel very... guilty towards your father." I

nodded, deeply moved. My mother lay back down on the bed, resuming the provocative positions she hadn't finished earlier. This time, because she was more relaxed, her caresses felt even better than before. As I sucked and caressed her, her body swayed unconsciously, her private parts wide open, displaying her most sacred place before my eyes. Her spread legs twitched occasionally.

I became bolder, roaming and caressing her body. My tongue licked her bright red nipple from my mouth, first sucking, then gently pulling it upwards with my lips. Once it was long, I rotated it ninety degrees, then swirled my tongue around it.

My mother let out a soft moan: "Ah..."

I asked with concern, "Mom! Does this hurt?"

Mom shook her head, then said in an almost pleading voice, "No...you can...continue..."

I finally relaxed, knowing that I had ignited her desire, and continued to suckle her nipple, squeezing her full breasts hard with both hands, as if I wanted to squeeze out breast milk to drink. Mom excitedly opened her closed, alluring eyes, but closed them again in an instant. I peeked at her lower body out of the corner of my eye and realized that her body had begun to twist, and even her last line of defense had been abandoned.

My interest shifted to her lower body. I released her breasts and went to my mother's lower body, lifting her legs and placing them on my shoulders. My mother was like a docile lamb, letting me do as I pleased, but her shy expression was still lingering on her face. At this moment, my mother's last secret was fully exposed before my eyes, and she knew in her heart that the moment of excitement was about to arrive.

I carefully admired the scenery of my mother's lower body. Below her lower abdomen, a triangular patch of pubic hair, like velvet, was distributed around her tender, pink vulva. With a breath from my mouth, the thick black hair would flutter gently. My mother's legs were wide open, creating a lewd scene. From the dark pubic hair and the red vulva to the light brown anus, it was truly breathtaking in my eyes. Her slightly parted vulva seemed to be whispering to me.

I also saw her two petal-like labia, swollen and blooming a vibrant peach-pink under her unrestrained desire, her vulva secreting joyful fluids.

I caressed the mounds of hair between my mother's legs with my fingers, especially her two swollen, thick labia, which received special attention from me. My mother, who had never experienced such stimulation before, was filled with lustful desire. Under my earnest caresses, the spread of her legs was exactly the angle and position that felt most comfortable to her. At this moment, she needed my timely caresses, and she couldn't even care about her last line of defense, completely exposing herself to the attack of my fingers without any restraint.

Since my father's death, my mother's vagina had been like a door that had been opened for me for the first time. I gently teased the entrance of her vagina with my index finger, and soon, warm, translucent fluid flowed out of her vagina, covering my fingers with this fluid of love.

Unable to contain her urges, Mom let out waves of moans: "Ah...oh...it...it's so itchy...ah..."

I deliberately asked her, "Mom! Where does it itch?"

She said breathlessly, "You...you hate it...it's...it's...there..."

I pretended to be clueless and said, "I still don't understand!"

Mom said, "You...you're teasing...me...it's...it's...Mom's...down...down there..."

I said again, "Mom! Where do you mean down there? Just say it!" "

This is the first time in my life that my mother has experienced the pleasure of unbridled desire. How could she endure this torment of hunger? At this point, her reason was gradually fading. Finally, she abandoned her feminine modesty and said, 'Um...it's so embarrassing...it's...my

... "

Mom was so itchy she couldn't stand it anymore, she cried out, 'Mom... um... Mom said... it's... Mom's... little... little hole... is itchy... itchy... um...'

To encourage her courage, I changed my rubbing motion to gently inserting and teasing her. I made Mom produce even more vaginal fluid before saying, 'Mom! You're so wet! You yourself said you're a slutty woman.'

Mom resisted desperately, ashamed, saying, 'I... I... Mom... can't... say... ah... oh...' I pressed my advantage, saying, 'Then I can't masturbate you anymore!'" "

Mom shook her head, her voice escaping between her teeth: 'Ah... there... there... in my little hole... it's so... so itchy... Mom... is... love... love...'

I pressed her again: 'What do you love?'

Mom almost collapsed, saying: 'Mom... I... I love you... give... give me... give me my little... little hole...'

I didn't let up, saying: 'Very good, Mom! What kind of woman are you?'

Mom, trained by me, said boldly: 'Mom... is... is a slutty... woman... Ah... my... little hole... is so itchy... Mom... can't take it... please... please...'

I provoked her again: 'So, what do slutty women love?'" "

Mom's pussy is so itchy she's practically turning into a bitch in heat. She cried out desperately, 'Ah...ah...pussy...love...love...it's itchy...um...um...ah...Mom, hurry...'" "I can't...I can't take it...faster...my little hole...I want...I want..."

I witnessed her aroused state and could no longer bear to torment her. I inserted my fingers into her little hole and began to tease her. My mother supported her weight with her hands, closed her alluring eyes, and thrust her lower abdomen forward, making her little hole more prominent so that my fingers could penetrate deeper. It turned out that she had already prepared for penetration. At this moment, she had forgotten that she had told me not to break through her last line of defense. I suppressed the urge of my throbbing cock. No matter what, I had to be a gentleman who kept his promise to my mother.

The lustful fluid in her little hole changed from a trickle to a torrential downpour, playing a captivating and lewd melody with the insertion of my fingers.

"Ah...I can't take it...Mom, it feels so...so good...Oh...Oh...I'm going to...come...come...faster...faster...left...left...yes...right...right...there...ah...ah...so...so good...Mom...I'm going to...I'm going to...die...I...I'm coming...come...come...ah...ah..."

Countless moans and groans poured out of her little mouth, and I continued to serve my mother's little hole with a smug look on my face.

My mother, lost in passion, gripped my large penis and began to stroke it, while her other hand caressed her two full breasts. At this moment, she was completely unashamed, her body ablaze with desire. The intense lust transformed the once serene mother into a thirsty, wanton woman, finally crying out:

"Ah...ah...I...I...my...pussy...want...want someone...to...fuck...oh...oh...so...so itchy..."

If I were to give in now, fucking my mother's pussy would be effortless, a piece of cake. At this moment, my mother had become a lustful prostitute, utterly incapable of refusing. But I had made a promise beforehand; how could I break my word?

My mother cried out again, "Ah... big cock... so... so thick... so strong... I... like it so much..."

Seeing that my mother was blinded by lust, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to entice her to suck my big cock, so I said to her, "Mom! Put it in your mouth, it will make you feel even more pleasure." I

adjusted the angle so that my large penis was right next to her small mouth. My mother, without suspicion, opened her mouth and took my penis in, sucking on it. This was a novel experience for her, who had always been innocent. She nibbled and licked, as if she were eating a popsicle. She started from the base of my penis and moved towards the head, gently biting and sucking until she reached the urethral opening, then extended her tongue and licked the entire glans.

At this moment, my penis felt numb and tingly from her licking, and it became even more aroused, almost ejaculating. I quickly pushed my mother's head away a little, so that my penis could rest; I couldn't let my precious semen go to waste!

But she actually became interested in licking it. She let out a disgruntled whimper, stubbornly gripping my large penis, tossing her disheveled hair, and lowering her head to lick it again. This time, she started by licking my testicles, then inch by inch, sucking and licking my groin, the base, and the shaft. Finally, her little mouth took my penis in and began to suck rhythmically. This made me keep pushing my penis deeper into her little mouth, so that it could penetrate her mouth even further.

I cried out, unable to bear my mother's licking and sucking, "Oh...oh...good mother...oh...your...little mouth...is so...so hot...oh...licking...me...feels so good...mother...my...good mistress...oh...you're sucking me...so beautiful...your little mouth...is so amazing...big cock...so good...oh...oh...yes...the glans...lick it a few more times...oh...use...harder...suck it tighter...oh...so good...just...just like that...oh...harder...yes..."

I pulled out my big cock when my mother got tired of sucking it. At that moment, I really wanted to take advantage of her overwhelming passion and fuck her into her wet pussy. But I didn't dare to break our gentleman's agreement. In my desperation, I thought of an alternative plan. Looking at her wet pussy, and her light brown anus, which was also making tempting contractions and openings because of her twisting, I stretched out my finger and smeared some of the wetness flowing from her pussy onto her anus. I gently teased around it with my finger. Seeing that she did not refuse, I took the opportunity to slide my index finger down and insert it to the depth of a joint.

My mother's face contorted in pain as she cried out, "Ah...it hurts...don't...stop...it hurts...too deep...don't...pull...out...ah..." I intensified my assault on other erogenous zones with my other hand, while keeping the finger inserted in her anus still. In an instant, the pain vanished, replaced by a wave of pleasurable swaying of her body as she moaned,

"Mmm...good...harder...faster...oh...you...touching...it feels so good...oh...oh..."

I moved my index finger, still inserted in her anus, in rhythm with the swaying of her large buttocks, while my other hand intensified the kneading of her breasts and vulva. Seeing the passionate stirring in my mother's long-dormant heart, I dared not delay and launched wave after wave of attacks, relentlessly pounding against her body.

My mother was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she frantically rubbed her two plump breasts with her hands, moaning and groaning incessantly: "Ah... I can't... I can't take it... Oh... Your hands... are so... so good... Hmm... Again... Again... My... little hole... is so itchy... Hmm... Left... Left side... Yes... Deeper... Deeper... Oh... So comfortable... Ah... Oh... Mom... almost... almost there... Oh... I'm almost in heaven..."

Just as I was sure she was about to reach her peak of pleasure, I took the opportunity to gently poke the finger that was inserted into her anus. At this moment, her anus was no longer as dry and stiff as before because it was lubricated by the wet lustful fluid.

My fingers easily slipped through the barrier, all the way into her little anus. My mother didn't cry out in pain anymore. My index finger then plunged deep into her anus, teasing and probing. With my two fingers moving in and out, her moans and cries echoed loudly through the silence of the night. At her climax, she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, crying out: "Ah...good...Takashi...you...are so good at...Mommy's...pussy...oh...it feels...so good...oh...so good...oh...harder...deeper...!" "Faster...Mom...so good...oh...I can't take it...the pleasure...ah...coming...coming...Mom...is going...to...go to heaven...again...fuck...Mom's...little...hole...it's so beautiful...ah...again...it's coming...so beautiful...deeper...faster...use...harder..."

Mom was enjoying herself to the extreme, as if she wanted to release all the pent-up desire of the past five years. Her moans and cries filled the air, and then, instinctively, she cried out her primal needs: "Ah...fuck...my little hole...faster...oh...my asshole...is also...itching...ah...so numb...harder...oh...it's so itchy...it's killing me...um...Mom...want...want..." "Big cock...fuck...fuck...my pussy...faster...oh..."

I asked her as I thrust in, "Mom! You're so horny!"

My mother blushed and moaned, "Mmm...I hate you...don't laugh...Mom...it's so...so itchy...give it to me...harder...Mom...can't take it...oh...oh..."

The woman's lustful instincts were finally unleashed by my touch tonight. Her rapid breathing and moaning sounds were like heavenly music to my ears, exciting me immensely. I used all my seductive tricks to satisfy her needs, determined to give her the pleasure of ecstasy.

Overcome with lust, she responded with pleasure to the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out, violently shaking her large buttocks. A flood of her juices soaked the entire mattress. She moaned with pleasure, "Oh...so good...ah...my pussy...so good...oh...harder...ah...Mommy's...clitoris...so numb...mmm...it's heavenly...again...Mommy...can't...take it...again...it's too good...my pussy...so good...oh...my asshole...is...torn...by you...no...!" "Stop...keep...keep...oh...it's...it's happening again...I...I want...a big cock...give it to me...come on...fuck...fuck me..."

Mom's subconscious cry was the result of her unbearable itching from her vagina, which hadn't been penetrated in over five years, and the explosion of her longing for a man's big cock. At this moment, I could no longer suppress my desires. Regardless of her being my biological mother or the gentleman's agreement we had made, I climbed on top of her. Mom was also overwhelmed by her own impulse. She turned her rosy face to the other side, and her mature and full body stopped exerting force. As if resigned to her fate, she lay motionless on her bed, ready to welcome my arrival.

I reached out and kneaded her breasts incessantly, gently kissing the nipples. My mother unconsciously let out soft moans of pleasure. I quietly parted her legs, my large penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina. She twisted her body, as if resisting yet also cooperating with my actions, stretching her vagina open.

At this moment, her actions were merely a facade of loyalty to my father; her inner defenses had completely crumbled, and she eagerly awaited my thrusting into her vagina, to quench her long-dormant clitoris. As my glans rubbed against her, her juices flowed like a small stream, and her moans grew louder. I didn't immediately insert my large penis into her vagina; instead, I gently stroked her clitoris with my hand at the entrance, my head resting against her breasts as I suckled. Pleasant, trembling moans escaped her throat. Primal lust made her abandon all concerns about status and position, her body... Zi swayed involuntarily, her eyes tightly closed, but her brows revealed a longing for me to launch my attack. Sensing her silent plea, I pressed my buttocks down, aimed my big cock at her warm little hole, and thrust half of it in at once. This was the first time my mother had allowed a man other than her husband, my father, to insert his cock into her vagina.

My mother, seemingly overwhelmed with emotion, wept as she said, "Ah... finally... Mom... how... how... to apologize... to... your... deceased... father..."

My mother's body was beautifully curved, but her breasts and plump buttocks were full and full of fat. Having given birth did not diminish her body's sex appeal. After I poked her anus with my finger, an anus that even her deceased father had never played with, her rationality collapsed in an instant. She willingly offered herself to me, letting me play with her and penetrate her.

A mixture of shame and lust flashed across my mother's face, making her look somewhat distressed. Her affair with her son seemed to have driven her to the brink of hell. She wantonly swayed her plump buttocks, and I used my hips to thrust my large penis in and out of her vagina, repeatedly bringing her to orgasm. My mouth also incessantly sucked on her lips and nipples. A moment later, the pent-up lustful fluids of five years flowed from Mom's vagina, and she cried as she reached the peak of her sexual desire. Each surge of passion made her forget Dad's presence, and societal moral norms were thrown to the winds. We, this incestuous mother and son, passionately made love on the bed, alternating positions, as if the only thing in the world was the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Mom had already reached orgasm multiple times. I whispered tender words of love in her ear, and finally, we both reached the blissful state of ejaculation at the same time, embracing each other and falling asleep in a daze.

I woke up groggily in the middle of the night, feeling a soft, delicate body in my arms. The warm, smooth sensation reminded me of the passionate night before. My hand, which had been resting on my mother's ample breasts, began to knead them restlessly.

My mother, still basking in the afterglow of her passion, continued to sleep soundly with a blissful smile on her face. Admiring the beauty of her slumbering state, I couldn't resist the urge to gently caress her soft skin. My mother only murmured softly in her sleep before continuing her sweet dream.

I placed my hands on my mother's plump breasts and gently rubbed and caressed them, pinching her nipples, which were like red grapes, until they swelled up and hardened like two cherries. Overwhelmed with love, I lowered my head and suckled on my mother's breasts, as if I had returned to my childhood. This teased her so much that she was unbearably itchy in her sleep, twisting her slender waist and letting me caress her without resistance.

I reached out my other hand and ran it down her lower abdomen, boldly kneading her bright red labia. Then, I used my middle finger to part the pubic hair and inserted it into her vagina, teasing her from bottom to top. When my fingertip touched her sensitive clitoris, my mother's body trembled, and she twisted her plump buttocks, moaning in her sleep: "Ugh... Hao Yi... um... darling... you... don't... leave... me..."

Poor mother, even in her sleep she was calling out her father's name, showing how deep her longing for him was!

My mother continued to moan, "Ah...oh...darling...I...miss you so much...ah...you...don't...leave me again...I miss you so much...so...so much...oh..."

Seeing that my mother now regarded me as her father, I couldn't bear to ruin her beautiful dream. I just rubbed her breasts more wantonly, biting her nipples and sucking and licking them, until my saliva covered her breasts. My fingers, which were probing her vulva, made her feel numb and itchy, and she produced a large amount of lustful fluid, wetting my hand and the bedding beneath her.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's lewd state in her sleep. Her breasts were swollen and full, overflowing with lustful fluids. Her labia majora opened and closed, her desire rising, and she was panting heavily. I held my mother's delicate face between my hands and kissed her small mouth. Her hot, fragrant lips sucked on my tongue, and her sweet saliva flowed into my mouth. The fragrance from her nostrils stimulated my olfactory nerves. All of this was the same as the scene last night, awakening my pleasurable memories. I couldn't help but rub my erect penis against her warm vulva.

The mother's soft moans continued: "Ah...darling...darling...hurry...come...do me...I...my whole body...is so hot...so itchy...mmm...um...darling...I...I want...I want it...ah...help...help me...it's itchy...so itchy...I...it hurts so much...oh...it's flowing...flowing...hurry...do me..." "Stop the itching... um... um..."

My mother's body trembled again, her waist swaying even more violently, her juices flowing like a torrent. Seeing her wanton and seductive state, I couldn't bear to torment my poor mother any longer. So I dipped the head of my penis in some of the juices flowing from her vagina, aimed it at her opening, and gently lowered my hips, slowly inserting my large penis into her vagina.

My mother's face showed a satisfied, alluring, and seductive expression. She twisted and swayed her plump buttocks, her wet vagina gripping my large penis, slowly savoring the beauty brought by each thrust. As the pleasure intensified, I couldn't help but increase the speed of my thrusts. Watching my mother's dazed expression as she entered a state of ecstasy, this beautiful woman with a hint of sorrow seemed like a gorgeous dream that shouldn't exist in this world.

My lust and love for her suddenly reached their peak. I pressed my hips down hard, thrusting my entire large penis in and out of her little pussy, fucking her hundreds of times in one go. This woke my mother from her beautiful dream. She could see clearly that it was me ravaging her body. Waves of pleasure made her gradually forget her identity as a mother, and she exiled herself in the waves of lust.

All that could be heard was her wanton moaning: "Ah...good...doing it...I...feels so good...oh...oh...Mommy...so good...mmm...Takashi...fuck me...harder...your...Mommy...good boy...ah...oh...oh...ouch...my dear...son...you're making...Mommy...feels so good...Mommy...can never...leave...your...big cock...oh...oh...Mommy...will...always...love you...love you...fuck...Mommy......" "Little hole...yes...use...push harder...Mommy's...heart...faster...ah...Mommy...feels so good...oh...darling...darling...Mommy...has never...been...so...pleasant...oh...you...doing...mommy...so...good...ah...ah..."

Mommy's big buttocks shook violently, firmly sucking my big cock into her little hole. An unprecedented feeling of fullness made her forget shame and restraint, moaning incessantly. Drops of sweat secreted from her body, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes half-closed, her mouth wide open, and she would occasionally stick out her fragrant tongue to lick her lips, which were dry from the burning desire.

Her face, flushed with spring-like bliss and pure joy, excited me so much that I thrust even harder. From her small mouth came moans she herself couldn't understand, large beads of sweat soaking the bedsheets. Her head bobbed on the pillow, scattering her long, beautiful hair across her face, adding to her languid, alluring beauty.

My mother climaxed several times, and as I thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I released a gush of hot semen into her vagina. The intense pleasure sent us both trembling and into a deep sleep.

From then on, I enjoyed all the pleasures of the world with my mother, while also nourishing her withered vagina. I played the dual roles of a good son and a loving husband to my mother, making her life more fulfilling and causing her to grow even more beautiful and charming.

During the day, my mother displayed the competence of a widow in handling hospital affairs, while at night she displayed the seductive charm of a middle-aged beauty, allowing me to enjoy penetrating her to my heart's content. I truly wished that these days could last forever, allowing my mother and I to live a happy and fulfilling life.

My family is a large one in Hyogo Prefecture, with a presence in almost every industry. My father passed away five years ago from a malignant brain tumor. Ironically, he was a renowned surgeon who ran the largest private hospital in the prefecture. However, due to his busy career, he didn't discover his health condition early enough, and he left behind my mother, Chie, and me at the prime of his life at the age of forty.

Since my mother, now a widow, still holds the shares in the hospital, she naturally became the chairman of the board of directors of the hospital left by my father. Therefore, becoming a doctor in the future became an inescapable fate for me, a junior high school student.

After becoming a widow, my mother didn't have to worry about making a living because the hospital was very profitable. She could focus solely on urging me to study hard so that I could go to medical school and take over my father's job. However, taking care of me alone was too difficult for my mother. The hospital's administrative staff also managed things for her, so my mother was often bored. Fortunately, she remembered that she had learned flower arranging before, which she could use to pass the time.

My mother started a flower arrangement club at home, which unexpectedly gained the support of the neighborhood ladies with free time. They would gather to study the art of flower arranging, and sometimes chat about various things in their homes. In this way, our house became a gathering place for the neighborhood ladies, and our home, without a male head of the household, became quite lively.

This day was the day I finished my high school entrance exam. Since I usually had excellent grades in school, this entrance exam was practically a sure thing for me. I didn't even need to wait for the admission list to know that I had done well, and I wouldn't consider any other school than my first choice. So after finishing the exam in the afternoon, I planned to relax by watching a movie that I hadn't seen in a long time, and then go shopping in the evening to relieve the fatigue and tension brought on by the exam.

When I called my mom to tell her my plan, she encouraged me to take a break and even asked if I had enough money to cover my expenses.

That's how caring my mom is. No wonder, since my dad passed away, I've become the center of her life and the person she'll rely on for the rest of her life!

After I finished shopping and bought some things, it was already past 11 p.m. when I got home by tram. I quietly opened the front door and went inside, only to find my mother still sitting on the sofa watching TV. I asked in surprise, "Mom! Don't you usually go to bed at 10:30? Why are you still watching TV so late tonight? Are you worried and waiting for me to come home?"

My mother smiled elegantly and said, "Of course, I was waiting for you to come home, but tonight I don't know why, I suddenly feel very tired, and my bones are so sore. Guizhi! Can you give me a massage?"

I said, "Sure! Mom, you forgot, massaging backs is my specialty!" My mother smiled and said, "That's right!" "Mom used to have aches and pains, and it was Takashi who always helped me with massages! Oh, by the way, the sofa in the living room is too narrow; it's hard to turn over. Why don't we go to Mom's bedroom? Her bed is more spacious, and if you do a good job, Mom will reward you!"

I didn't object. Mom said, lazily getting up from the sofa. I helped her turn off the TV and the living room lights, and followed her to her bedroom.

Mom's bedroom was very spacious, about four times the size of my room. If you squeezed in a large bed, four or five people could sleep there! And it was a suite, with its own toilet and bathroom!

My mother lay face down on her bed, wrapped her arms around the pillow, and lay motionless as if asleep.

I whispered in her ear, "Mom! Shall we start now?"

My mother simply closed her eyes and lazily made a nasal sound, which was her answer. I began to massage the back of her neck and shoulders with both hands, then pinched, pounded, and kneaded to loosen her muscles and bones. The pressure was just right, neither too strong nor too weak, and I heard her let out a soft hum of pleasure from her nose.

Then I massaged her arms. Even through the thin nightgown, I could still feel how smooth and delicate her skin was, just like when I first massaged her seven or eight years ago. It seemed that my thirty-seven-year-old mother looked like she was in her twenties, showing no signs of aging.

Suddenly, my mother asked, "Keishi! My back is sore, could you massage it a little more? Sigh!

I'm getting old. Doing a little housework today has left me so tired. I'm not young anymore!"

I quickly replied, "Mom! You're not old at all!" "The ladies in the neighborhood all say you look only twenty-five! Mrs. Yamamoto next door is only thirty-five, but she looks almost ten years older than you!"

My mother smiled happily when I complimented her on her youth. Women, no matter their age, always like to hear others say they look young, and she certainly did look much younger than other women her age.

At this moment, my hands began to knead her back on both sides, from top to bottom, from left to right. Throughout the entire back massage, I didn't touch anything like ribbons, so I was certain that my mother wasn't wearing anything like a bra under her pajamas.

I never used to be interested in women, and I didn't think much of massaging my mother. But about six months ago, I learned to masturbate to relieve my sexual desires, and I started paying attention to women. From female teachers at school to beautiful women I saw on the street, I would fantasize about them when I was aroused at night, and then I would ejaculate. But the woman in front of me was my mother, whom I had respected since childhood. Only today did I realize that she was also a sexy beauty. Alas! I shouldn't have had such lewd thoughts about my own mother! As

I kneaded and massaged her, my mother's back muscles gradually relaxed, and I knew she was very comfortable.

Sure enough, my mother felt that her back had been massaged enough, and then she said: "Takashi!" "And massage Mom's legs too! I've been kneeling for so long today, Mom has never been this tired!"

I did as she asked, gently pounding her calves with my fists, kneading and patting her towards her knees.

Mom then added, "Mom's thighs are sore too! Massage them for me too!" I

massaged the muscles on the back of her thighs, gradually moving up to her full, firm buttocks. My mother's plump buttocks were quite elastic. I placed my thumb on the cleft of her buttocks, while the other four fingers massaged the inside of her thighs. My mother breathed softly and comfortably, while my breathing became heavier and heavier. The sensation from my hands was so tender and smooth, as if I were pressing on a soft cotton flower, constantly stimulating my nervous system. The massage movements became irregular, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

My mother said comfortably, "Mmm! Takashi, you massage so well, thank you, you make me feel so comfortable." As

I caressed her soft, firm skin, I could barely control my throbbing penis, which was throbbing and engorged in my pants.

My mother, still wanting more, said, "Alright, now the back muscles have been massaged, hmm! Now, massage my front too!"

Hearing this, I almost had a nosebleed. My mother probably thought we were mother and son, so she so openly asked me to give her a full-body massage. But I was going through puberty; how could I resist the temptation of her beautiful body? My mother was really getting me into trouble, but I couldn't refuse now—wouldn't that be making it even more obvious?

My mother rolled over and sprawled out on the bed, her pajamas revealing a small gap at the hem, just enough for me to see her tiny light yellow panties. I didn't want to peek at her genitals, but my irresistible eyes kept wandering there. I could see that her panties only covered her mysterious mons pubis, with some thick pubic hair peeking out from the sides. From the side, I could also see the small hill formed by her high mons pubis, which made my penis stand up higher and higher, almost bursting out of my pants.

I stole glances at my mother. She was lying on her back on the bed, her eyes slightly narrowed, a comfortable smile on her lips. I pressed my trembling hand against her smooth abdomen, feeling its slippery texture as I rubbed it. My mother hummed softly, "Mmm! Mmm!" as she did so. As I massaged her, I gently lifted the hem of her nightgown. Ah! A patch of dark pubic hair peeked out above her panties, revealing her snow-white skin and tiny navel.

I swallowed hard, my ten fingers massaging my mother's lower abdomen, gradually moving downwards until the edges of my fingers touched her pubic hair. My mother was still lying on the bed, enjoying my services without any warning. I became bolder and started to rub the edge of my mother's panties with my fingers, intentionally or unintentionally. My mother didn't react at all, but her breath became heavier and heavier.

I didn't dare touch her mons pubis directly, but even so, it was enough to drive me wild. I gradually moved my hand up, rubbing her lower abdomen and navel, until I reached the area below her high, firm breasts. Taking advantage of the massage, I secretly rubbed the base of my mother's plump breasts with the edge of my palm. My mother's moans grew louder, and she made incoherent noises. I then peeked at her panties and noticed that a wet liquid had been secreted from the center, leaving a round wet patch around the panties and making the thin fabric semi-transparent. I could almost count the individual pubic hairs inside.

Finally, a satisfied hum escaped her lips. The moment the sound broke, she immediately shut her mouth, then opened her alluring eyes and said, feigning concern, "Mmm! Takashi, your massage has cured my fatigue. I'm tired and want to sleep. You should go back to your room and sleep too!"

Not wanting to miss the chance to peek at her half-naked state, I said, "Mom! I'm not sleepy yet. We haven't had a heart-to-heart talk in a long time. Let's talk tonight!"

Mom thought for a moment, then patted the bed, gesturing for me to sit down. After a pause, she continued, "What should we talk about?"

I said, "Mom! I've rarely seen you smile since Dad passed away. You have to try to be more positive! The dead can't be brought back to life; those who need the most care are the living!"

Mom's eyes reddened slightly, and she said sadly, "Your father left too soon, leaving me all alone. If it weren't for the hospital's income to support us, I don't know how we, a widow and her son, would have survived!"

After saying this, Mom sighed deeply, looking forlorn and sorrowful.

I comforted her, "Mom!" "Don't be sad, your son will be filial to you. I will study hard and become a famous doctor like Dad, earning lots of money so you can live a comfortable life. Mom, please don't be sad!"

Mom said, tears streaming down her face. "Sigh! You're still young, you don't know that things aren't always so perfect. Besides material things, spiritual comfort is the most important thing in life! Since your father passed away, I've rarely dressed up. Sigh! You won't understand the saying 'A woman dresses up for the one she loves' now. I've even almost forgotten how to use some cosmetics!" Tears continued to stream down Mom's face.

I apologized, "I'm sorry!" "Mom, it's my fault for making you sad."

Mom shook her head and said, "No...it's my own sadness. It's my private matter and has nothing to do with you."

I continued to press, "What's making you so sad, Mom? Just tell me! Maybe I can help you."

Mom thought for a long time, finally made up her mind, and mustered her courage to say, "Okay! Mom will tell you!" Simply put, the hardest thing for Mom after Dad's passing is that she'll have to live alone for the rest of her life. For a woman her age, this is the cruelest punishment. A woman's body needs the nourishment of a man's love, and Mom has noticed she's aged considerably in recent years. Hmm! What Mom lacks is… the nourishment of sex!

After saying this, Mom blushed deeply and lowered her head in embarrassment.

I felt very sympathetic towards Mom's situation and said, "Mom! You could consider remarrying! Or… it wouldn't hurt to find a lover to live with! I'm an adult now, I'll consider your perspective." "

Mom said softly, 'Remarriage is unlikely. I still can't forget your father, and our family's reputation wouldn't allow a widow in the clan to remarry; cohabitation is even more immoral. If others found out, how could I face them?'

I continued, 'Mom! Since you're not remarrying or cohabiting, how do you deal with your sexual desires?'

Mom said shyly in an almost inaudible voice, 'Mom... I have insomnia every night! I can't sleep at all. Sometimes, I have no choice but to hug the quilt, hide under the covers, and cry until morning before I can finally drift off to sleep.'

I offered her another method, saying, 'Mom! You can... masturbate yourself!'" "

Mom blushed, her face flushed, and she seemed to have difficulty saying it: 'You...you said...what? Masturbation?'

I was also embarrassed and said: 'Yes! You...don't you know...what masturbation...means? It's...using your hand...to...touch yourself, or inserting something else...or using a...dildo...to...do...'

As I spoke, both Mom and I became very breathless. After all, it was very awkward for Mom to hear this from her son.

Mom remained silent for a long time, her face still red, before saying: 'Is it...like...when you just...masturbated...my...body...making...me...feel...very comfortable...?'" Just

to say those few words, Mom struggled with all her might, her face flushed, and my large penis was throbbing uncomfortably in my pants.

Mom continued, "But...but...I...Mom...doesn't...know...how...to...do it!" She frankly admitted her ignorance.

I asked in surprise, "What...Mom...you really...don't...know...how to masturbate?" "

Mom blushed with shame and said, 'Yes...yes, Mom has never even heard of it...I grew up in a very good family...and after I grew up, I married your father...Aside from normal...sexual intercourse between husband and wife...I've never even watched pornographic videos...Actually, Mom is very conservative...'

I found it very puzzling. In this 20th-century environment, there were still people who didn't know how to masturbate! Mom was truly a rare breed.

Mom then asked curiously, 'By the way, Takashi!'" "You're talking about masturbation... a woman... how... how to masturbate..."

I said very softly, "For example... you first rub your breasts... breasts... then use your hand... to stimulate your vagina... until you feel good... that is... until you ejaculate..."

As I spoke, my expression began to seduce.

My mother was no longer as shy as before; she was just a little embarrassed. My embarrassment was actually more severe than hers.

My mother then asked, "Have you... masturbated?"

How could I tell her that I needed to masturbate to fall asleep almost every night? But saying no would be too pretentious, so I could only say, "Yes! I have masturbated before. Every boy my age masturbates."

The last sentence was an attempt to justify my actions.

My mother pleaded, "But I have absolutely no experience! Perhaps... perhaps..."

Confused, I asked, "Mom! What do you mean by 'why'?"

My mother finally managed to overcome her difficulty and said, "Takashi! What I mean is... perhaps... you should... demonstrate... for me..."

Not expecting things to develop this way, I hesitated and said, "Mom!" "This...this...isn't that a bit much..."

Mom said in an almost pleading tone, "Since you already know about my difficulties, how can I...ask someone else for help...please, be the best you can do...I can only...beg you...teach me..."

Faced with Mom's almost pleading attitude, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree to her request.

Seeing that I had agreed, Mom seemed quite excited and said, "Thank you so much, Mom. This problem has been bothering me for so long. Let's begin now!" My

mother didn't seem to see me as a member of the opposite sex. She naturally started taking off my clothes first. When I took off my shirt and pants, leaving only my underwear, my mother's small hand accidentally touched my penis. She blushed again. Judging from my mother's condition, she probably hadn't touched another man's penis since my father passed away. But she still gritted her teeth and took off my underwear, though she closed her eyes shyly, not daring to look at my face.

I then asked her to take off her pajamas. My mother shyly turned her back to me and took off her pajamas first, then bent down to remove the only thing she was wearing, her panties. This was the first time my mother and I had seen each other naked since I was in fifth grade, the year my father passed away.

My mother still hadn't turned around. Just looking at her back, her plump, round buttocks and her snow-white, delicate skin was enough to drive me wild. But I was still greedy enough to want to see her front, so I commanded, "Mom! Please turn around!"

My mother turned around as I asked. Although she was still shyly covering her private parts with her hands, her flawless body, which she couldn't hide, made my eyes almost spit fire. My big cock was also throbbing and twitching because of the temptation of this beauty.

My mother looked at it in surprise and said, "Wow...it's so big!" I asked back, "Really? Isn't Daddy's penis this big?"

My mother blushed with embarrassment and said, "No...not as...thick...thick and long as yours..."

I said, "Mom! You should look at it carefully, so you'll feel even better when I masturbate you later, okay! You should stroke my big penis for me first!"

At this point, I was bold and no longer held back.

My mother said softly, "You...you mean...use...your hand...to touch...it...it..." She pointed at my big penis.

I said, "Yes! Didn't you ever stroke Daddy's penis before you and Daddy made love?" "

Mom confessed: "No! It was always your dad touching me, and then... um... then on top of me... to do... do it..."

I said: "Oh my god! Didn't your dad ask you to use any other positions for... intercourse?"

Mom shook her head and said: "No, your dad used this position from our wedding night until the year he passed away. I didn't even know that we could use other positions for... doing it!"

I continued: "Then it's no wonder you didn't know about masturbation. Your dad must have only a vague understanding of this kind of thing, and you, Mom, didn't know anything either, so you were able to use the same position for so long without getting tired of it." ’

Mom thought carefully about what I said to her, and she agreed with my analysis of their couple’s sex life. Once she figured it out, she squatted down and stretched out her slender hands, grabbed my big erect and flushed dick, first shook it from side to side, and then moved it up and down. Although she had no experience in doing this kind of thing, she still learned how to stroke my big dick for me.

As Mom touched and licked her red lips, my large penis, swelled to a length and thickness I had never experienced before, under the allure of her naked body. Seeing the furious look on this huge thing, Mom couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah...it...it...is so thick...and it's gotten...even...longer...it's terrifying...it..."

I took the opportunity to educate her, "Mom! Open your eyes wide and pay attention to its changes. A man's large penis can completely reflect his inner thoughts. You can easily tell whether a man has been aroused by the reaction of his penis after stimulation, just like a woman's vagina will flow with lustful fluid when she is in heat." "

My mother, having learned from my words, said knowingly, 'I...I know...I understand...'

Her alluring eyes, because of touching my large penis, were filled with a misty haze, a sign that a woman is aroused.

I then said to her, 'Mom! Now use your little mouth to suck on it and see if it gets bigger again?'"

As if hypnotized, my mother took my large penis into her mouth, but as soon as her lips touched the glans, she pulled it out and cried out, "No...this...is too...too dirty..." I

knew that although my mother was eager to learn about sex and techniques, the large penis in front of her was not her beloved husband's, but her son's. It was already very difficult to see her own son naked, and now to suck it with her mouth was a huge shock to her, who had been deeply bound by traditional ethics since childhood, making her feel hesitant and confused.

My mother stared at the genitals of the second man she had ever seen, a penis even thicker and longer than her deceased husband's. In her mind, it was a symbol of filth, and yet I had asked her to suck it. To my mother, a woman of pure heart who didn't even know what masturbation was, it was something only a shameful and despicable woman would do. Thinking of this, a feeling of grievance welled up within her, and two hot tears streamed uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes. She could no longer hold back her inner sorrow and began to sob quietly.

Seeing that I had inadvertently made my sentimental mother cry, I was momentarily at a loss, not knowing what to do. Finally, I managed to calm her down, saying, "Mom! Okay!" "You don't need to suck my big cock anymore. Now let me caress your whole body, arouse your desire, and teach you how to masturbate!"

Mom wiped away her tears and nodded. I gestured for her to lie down on the bed, her body flat. Seeing that things had come to this, in order to find a way to relieve her sexual desire, Mom could only grit her teeth and slowly close her beautiful, alluring eyes, lying down on the big bed. However, her legs were still tightly pressed together because of her inner shame and womanly modesty. Only a patch of dark pubic hair could be seen covering her sexy little vulva. Only the occasional rapid breathing could reveal her lustful desire and inner excitement.

Having only masturbation experience, although I learned some knowledge about sexual intercourse from pornographic books, videos, and casual conversations with classmates, this was my first time touching a woman's body. Moreover, the incredibly beautiful body in front of me belonged to my closest blood relative, my mother. Although she was no longer a virgin, her knowledge in this area and the fact that she had only ever had sex with one man in her life made her more attractive to me than other women. I was all ready and decided to use all the techniques I knew and heard about on my mother to give her the greatest pleasure in her life, as a way of fulfilling my filial duty as a child.

My mother's beautiful figure was on full display before me. At just thirty-two, her face was still as radiant as a flower, yet she exuded the charm of a mature woman, possessing an irresistible allure and charm. I carefully cupped her full, jade-like breasts in my hands, but their enormous size was too large for one hand to grasp. The combination of elasticity and softness was a sensation I had never experienced in my fourteen years of life.

My mother seemed to tremble slightly at the approach of my hands, as if feeling a chill. Yet, my stillness after holding them stirred even greater ripples in her already turbulent heart, making her feel uneasy, as if something was missing.

Soon, my hands began to roam freely over my mother's two mature breasts. I was like a diligent gardener, carefully tending to her snow-white, full breasts, pinching one on the left, kneading the other, and then massaging each breast with both hands separately.

Then I shifted my focus, gently teasing the two bright red buds on the peaks, my fingers like bees gathering nectar, rubbing and pinching the nipples. My mother's body writhed because of my caresses, and she made very faint moans, murmuring in her sleep at a volume like a mosquito's buzz, so faint that the content of her moans was almost inaudible. Although my mother stiffened at first, she did not reject my caresses. I knew that she was actually suppressing her inner turmoil and rationally telling herself that this was just a game, a process that must be experienced when learning masturbation. However, as the rhythm of my movements accelerated, her pleasure also rose, gradually making her forget her position and the blood relationship between us. She only felt this intense stimulation, and her trembling body swayed with my rhythm. I also caught a glimpse of her two jade legs, which were originally tightly closed, slowly spreading apart.

I continued to use the seductive bedroom techniques I had learned, and seeing my mother's flushed face and burning ears, and her lack of rejection, I knew my first offensive had worked.

Gazing at her two hardened nipples, I couldn't resist lowering my head to suckle her right breast, my tongue licking the nipple I used to suckle as a child. I didn't know how to express the emotions I felt. My mother's breasts showed no signs of sagging; they were so round and full. Just looking at those jade-like breasts, it was hard to believe they existed on the chest of a woman in her thirties who had given birth. As I kissed her, I accidentally bit a little too hard. My mother, already lost in pleasure, was caught off guard by my sudden bite, and her body jolted off the bed. She cried out, "Ah! It hurts..."

I apologized repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry... Mom... it's just... your nipples... are so beautiful... I... couldn't help myself..."

My mother said shyly, "Takashi... you should... be more... gentle with me... my... area... is very sensitive..."

She hinted that I could continue, but I wanted to hear how she felt to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I asked, "Mom! Wait a minute, I want to know how you felt just now?" "

Mom said shyly, "You...you're so annoying...you still make Mom...say such things...um...that feeling...Mom has never...experienced...at the beginning...Mom didn't...want...to let you continue...but then...under your...fingers...Mom lost the strength to refuse...on the contrary...it felt very...very comfortable from the inside of my body..."

I said to her, "It's okay, I didn't do anything wrong, but Mom, I want to ask you, the woman I saw on the videotape was about twenty years old, but her breasts weren't as full and firm as yours, and there was no sagging at all. Did you have breast augmentation surgery, or do you have a special maintenance secret?" "

Mom blushed and said, "You're getting more and more... vulgar, studying my body so thoroughly. I haven't deliberately done any maintenance. My breasts have been like this since I was a teenager. Since your father passed away, I haven't paid attention to my own body for more than five years. How could I have done anything like... breast augmentation or maintenance?"

I said again, "Mom! Dad is so lucky to have married a beauty like you, who is excellent in appearance, speech, figure, and character. If I were only a teenager, I would definitely marry you at any cost."

Hearing my praise, Mom beamed with delight and said, "Hmm! You really know how to flatter your mother. Alright! Mom has something to make clear to you first. I can accept your touching, you can continue. Perhaps when Mom is lost in lust, she will become a... a wanton woman. So Mom needs to remind you beforehand that no matter what happens to Mom, in crucial moments you must control yourself. Mom must remain chaste for your father." I

wanted to know where Mom's bottom line was, so I asked her, "Mom! What do you mean?" "

Mom lowered her head shyly and whispered, 'It's... um... your... thing... can't... go inside... Mom's... no... can't...'

I found her shy expression very alluring, so I deliberately pressed her, 'Mom! You have to explain clearly! What exactly is it that can't go inside you?'

Mom gave me a charming glare, then lowered her head shyly again, saying in a soft, sweet voice, 'How annoying... you know perfectly well... it's your... um... that big... big cock... can't... go... into... Mom's... little... little hole...'

I said sincerely, 'Mom!'" "To be honest, I'm not sure I can have that kind of self-control. You're so beautiful, I might not be able to resist..."

The mother said with a plan in mind, "You must remember this. I will make it up to you. Except for my... little hole, you can play with me anywhere else. Just promise not to put your big cock into my little hole. I really can't do anything that would be unfair to your father. Please understand this last request of mine. You are the son of my father and me. If I have... um! marital relations with you, I will feel very... guilty towards your father." I

nodded, deeply moved. My mother lay back down on the bed, resuming the provocative positions she hadn't finished earlier. This time, because she was more relaxed, her caresses felt even better than before. As I sucked and caressed her, her body swayed unconsciously, her private parts wide open, displaying her most sacred place before my eyes. Her spread legs twitched occasionally.

I became bolder, roaming and caressing her body. My tongue licked her bright red nipple from my mouth, first sucking, then gently pulling it upwards with my lips. Once it was long, I rotated it ninety degrees, then swirled my tongue around it.

My mother let out a soft moan: "Ah..."

I asked with concern, "Mom! Does this hurt?"

Mom shook her head, then said in an almost pleading voice, "No...you can...continue..."

I finally relaxed, knowing that I had ignited her desire, and continued to suckle her nipple, squeezing her full breasts hard with both hands, as if I wanted to squeeze out breast milk to drink. Mom excitedly opened her closed, alluring eyes, but closed them again in an instant. I peeked at her lower body out of the corner of my eye and realized that her body had begun to twist, and even her last line of defense had been abandoned.

My interest shifted to her lower body. I released her breasts and went to my mother's lower body, lifting her legs and placing them on my shoulders. My mother was like a docile lamb, letting me do as I pleased, but her shy expression was still lingering on her face. At this moment, my mother's last secret was fully exposed before my eyes, and she knew in her heart that the moment of excitement was about to arrive.

I carefully admired the scenery of my mother's lower body. Below her lower abdomen, a triangular patch of pubic hair, like velvet, was distributed around her tender, pink vulva. With a breath from my mouth, the thick black hair would flutter gently. My mother's legs were wide open, creating a lewd scene. From the dark pubic hair and the red vulva to the light brown anus, it was truly breathtaking in my eyes. Her slightly parted vulva seemed to be whispering to me.

I also saw her two petal-like labia, swollen and blooming a vibrant peach-pink under her unrestrained desire, her vulva secreting joyful fluids.

I caressed the mounds of hair between my mother's legs with my fingers, especially her two swollen, thick labia, which received special attention from me. My mother, who had never experienced such stimulation before, was filled with lustful desire. Under my earnest caresses, the spread of her legs was exactly the angle and position that felt most comfortable to her. At this moment, she needed my timely caresses, and she couldn't even care about her last line of defense, completely exposing herself to the attack of my fingers without any restraint.

Since my father's death, my mother's vagina had been like a door that had been opened for me for the first time. I gently teased the entrance of her vagina with my index finger, and soon, warm, translucent fluid flowed out of her vagina, covering my fingers with this fluid of love.

Unable to contain her urges, Mom let out waves of moans: "Ah...oh...it...it's so itchy...ah..."

I deliberately asked her, "Mom! Where does it itch?"

She said breathlessly, "You...you hate it...it's...it's...there..."

I pretended to be clueless and said, "I still don't understand!"

Mom said, "You...you're teasing...me...it's...it's...Mom's...down...down there..."

I said again, "Mom! Where do you mean down there? Just say it!" "

This is the first time in my life that my mother has experienced the pleasure of unbridled desire. How could she endure this torment of hunger? At this point, her reason was gradually fading. Finally, she abandoned her feminine modesty and said, 'Um...it's so embarrassing...it's...my

... "

Mom was so itchy she couldn't stand it anymore and cried out, 'Mom... um... Mom said... it's... Mom's... little... little hole... itchy... um...'

To encourage her, I changed my rubbing motion to gently inserting and teasing her. I made Mom produce even more vaginal fluid before saying, 'Mom! You're so wet! You yourself said you're a slutty woman.'"

My mother, blushing with embarrassment, struggled desperately, saying, "I...I...Mom...can't...say...ah...oh..." I pressed on, saying, "Then I can't masturbate you anymore!"

My mother shook her head, her voice escaping between her teeth, "Ah...there...there...my little hole...it's so...so itchy...Mom...is...love...love..."

I pressed her further, "What do you love?"

My mother almost collapsed, saying, "Mom...I...I love you...give...give me...give me...my little...hole..."

I didn't let up, saying, "Very good, Mom! What kind of woman are you?" "

Mom, I've trained her to be bold enough to say, 'Mom...I'm...I'm a...slutty...woman...ah...my...pussy...it's so itchy...Mom...can't take it...please...please...'

I teased her further, 'So, what do slutty women love?'

Mom's pussy was so itchy she was practically turning into a bitch in heat, and she cried out desperately, 'Ah...ah...pussy...loves...loves to be...it's itchy...um...um...ah...Mom, hurry...'" "I can't...I can't take it...faster...my little hole...I want...I want..."

I witnessed her aroused state and could no longer bear to torment her. I inserted my fingers into her little hole and began to tease her. My mother supported her weight with her hands, closed her alluring eyes, and thrust her lower abdomen forward, making her little hole more prominent so that my fingers could penetrate deeper. It turned out that she had already prepared for penetration. At this moment, she had forgotten that she had told me not to break through her last line of defense. I suppressed the urge of my throbbing cock. No matter what, I had to be a gentleman who kept his promise to my mother.

The lustful fluid in her little hole changed from a trickle to a torrential downpour, playing a captivating and lewd melody with the insertion of my fingers.

"Ah...I can't take it...Mom, it feels so...so good...Oh...Oh...I'm going to...come...come...faster...faster...left...left...yes...right...right...there...ah...ah...so...so good...Mom...I'm going to...I'm going to...die...I...I'm coming...come...come...ah...ah..."

Countless moans and groans poured out of her little mouth, and I continued to serve my mother's little hole with a smug look on my face.

My mother, lost in passion, gripped my large penis and began to stroke it, while her other hand caressed her two full breasts. At this moment, she was completely unashamed, her body ablaze with desire. The intense lust transformed the once serene mother into a thirsty, wanton woman, finally crying out:

"Ah...ah...I...I...my...pussy...want...want someone...to...fuck...oh...oh...so...so itchy..."

If I were to give in now, fucking my mother's pussy would be effortless, a piece of cake. At this moment, my mother had become a lustful prostitute, utterly incapable of refusing. But I had made a promise beforehand; how could I break my word?

My mother cried out again, "Ah... big cock... so... so thick... so strong... I... like it so much..."

Seeing that my mother was blinded by lust, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to entice her to suck my big cock, so I said to her, "Mom! Put it in your mouth, it will make you feel even more pleasure." I

adjusted the angle so that my large penis was right next to her small mouth. My mother, without suspicion, opened her mouth and took my penis in, sucking on it. This was a novel experience for her, who had always been innocent. She nibbled and licked, as if she were eating a popsicle. She started from the base of my penis and moved towards the head, gently biting and sucking until she reached the urethral opening, then extended her tongue and licked the entire glans.

At this moment, my penis felt numb and tingly from her licking, and it became even more aroused, almost ejaculating. I quickly pushed my mother's head away a little, so that my penis could rest; I couldn't let my precious semen go to waste!

But she actually became interested in licking it. She let out a disgruntled whimper, stubbornly gripping my large penis, tossing her disheveled hair, and lowering her head to lick it again. This time, she started by licking my testicles, then inch by inch, sucking and licking my groin, the base, and the shaft. Finally, her little mouth took my penis in and began to suck rhythmically. This made me keep pushing my penis deeper into her little mouth, so that it could penetrate her mouth even further.

I cried out, unable to bear my mother's licking and sucking, "Oh...oh...good mother...oh...your...little mouth...is so...so hot...oh...it feels so good...mother...my...good mistress...oh...you're sucking me so beautifully...your little mouth...is so amazing...big cock..." "So good... Oh... Oh... Yes... Girth... Lick it a couple more times... Oh... Use... Harder... Suck it tighter... Oh... So good... Just... Just like that... Oh... Harder... Yes..."

My mother was tired from sucking when I pulled out my big cock. At that moment, I really wanted to take advantage of her overwhelming passion and fuck her little cunt, but I didn't dare break our gentleman's agreement. In my desperation, I thought of an alternative. Looking at her cunt dripping with lustful fluid, and her light brown anus contracting and relaxing enticingly with her movements, I reached out and smeared some of the lustful fluid from her cunt onto her anus. I gently teased the area around her anus with my finger. Seeing that she didn't refuse, I took advantage of the situation and inserted my index finger to a joint's depth.

My mother's face contorted in pain as she cried out, "Ah...it hurts...don't...stop...it hurts...too deep...don't...pull...out...ah..." I intensified my assault on other erogenous zones with my other hand, while keeping the finger inserted in her anus still. In an instant, the pain vanished, replaced by a wave of pleasurable swaying of her body as she moaned,

"Mmm...good...harder...faster...oh...you...touching...it feels so good...oh...oh..."

I moved my index finger, still inserted in her anus, in rhythm with the swaying of her large buttocks, while my other hand intensified the kneading of her breasts and vulva. Seeing the passionate stirring in my mother's long-dormant heart, I dared not delay and launched wave after wave of attacks, relentlessly pounding against her body.

My mother was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she frantically rubbed her two plump breasts with her hands, moaning and groaning incessantly: "Ah... I can't... I can't take it... Oh... Your hands... are so... so good... Hmm... Again... Again... My... little hole... is so itchy... Hmm... Left... Left side... Yes... Deeper... Deeper... Oh... So comfortable... Ah... Oh... Mom... almost... almost there... Oh... I'm almost in heaven..."

Just as I was sure she was about to reach her peak of pleasure, I took the opportunity to gently poke the finger that was inserted into her anus. At this moment, her anus was no longer as dry and stiff as before because it was lubricated by the wet lustful fluid.

My fingers easily slipped through the barrier, all the way into her little anus. My mother didn't cry out in pain anymore. My index finger then plunged deep into her anus, teasing and probing. With my two fingers moving in and out, her moans and cries echoed loudly through the silence of the night. At her climax, she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, crying out: "Ah...good...Takashi...you...are so good at...Mommy's...pussy...oh...it feels...so good...oh...so good...oh...harder...deeper...!" "Faster... Mom... So good... Oh... I can't take it... The pleasure... Ah... Coming... Coming... Mom... Is going... To heaven... Again... Fuck... Mom's... Little... Hole... So beautiful... Ah... It's... Coming again... So beautiful... Deeper... Faster... Use... Harder..."

My mother was experiencing intense pleasure, as if she was releasing all the pent-up desire of the past five years. Her moans and cries filled the air, and eventually, she instinctively cried out her primal needs: "Ah... fuck me... hard... my pussy... oh... my asshole... is... itchy... ah... so numb... harder... oh... itchy... so painful... mmm... Mom... wants... wants... big cock... fuck... fuck... my pussy... faster... oh..."

As I thrust into her, I asked, "Mom! You're so horny!" "

Mom blushed and cried out, 'Mmm... I hate you... don't laugh... Mom... I... it's so... itchy... give it to me... harder... Mom... can't take it... oh... oh...'

The woman's lustful instincts were finally unleashed tonight by my touch. Her rapid breathing and lustful moans were like heavenly music to my ears, exciting me immensely. I used all my seductive tricks to satisfy her needs, determined to give her the pleasure of being in heaven."

Overcome with lust, she responded with pleasure to the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out, violently shaking her large buttocks. A flood of her juices soaked the entire mattress. She moaned with pleasure, "Oh...so good...ah...my pussy...so good...oh...harder...ah...Mommy's...clitoris...so numb...mmm...it's heavenly...again...Mommy...can't...take it...again...it's too good...my pussy...so good...oh...my asshole...is...torn...by you...no...!" "Stop...keep...keep...oh...it's...it's happening again...I...I want...a big cock...give it to me...come on...fuck...fuck me..."

Mom's subconscious cry was the result of her unbearable itching from her vagina, which hadn't been penetrated in over five years, and the explosion of her longing for a man's big cock. At this moment, I could no longer suppress my desires. Regardless of her being my biological mother or the gentleman's agreement we had made, I climbed on top of her. Mom was also overwhelmed by her own impulse. She turned her rosy face to the other side, and her mature and full body stopped exerting force. As if resigned to her fate, she lay motionless on her bed, ready to welcome my arrival.

I reached out and kneaded her breasts incessantly, gently kissing the nipples. My mother unconsciously let out soft moans of pleasure. I quietly parted her legs, my large penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina. She twisted her body, as if resisting yet also cooperating with my actions, stretching her vagina open.

At this moment, her actions were merely a facade of loyalty to my father; her inner defenses had completely crumbled, and she eagerly awaited my thrusting into her vagina, to quench her long-dormant clitoris. As my glans rubbed against her, her juices flowed like a small stream, and her moans grew louder. I didn't immediately insert my large penis into her vagina; instead, I gently stroked her clitoris with my hand at the entrance, my head resting against her breasts as I suckled. Pleasant, trembling moans escaped her throat. Primal lust made her abandon all concerns about status and position, her body... Zi swayed involuntarily, her eyes tightly closed, but her brows revealed a longing for me to launch my attack. Sensing her silent plea, I pressed my buttocks down, aimed my big cock at her warm little hole, and thrust half of it in at once. This was the first time my mother had allowed a man other than her husband, my father, to insert his cock into her vagina.

My mother, seemingly overwhelmed with emotion, wept as she said, "Ah... finally... Mom... how... how... to apologize... to... your... deceased... father..."

My mother's body was beautifully curved, but her breasts and plump buttocks were full and full of fat. Having given birth did not diminish her body's sex appeal. After I poked her anus with my finger, an anus that even her deceased father had never played with, her rationality collapsed in an instant. She willingly offered herself to me, letting me play with her and penetrate her.

A mixture of shame and lust flashed across my mother's face, making her look somewhat distressed. Her affair with her son seemed to have driven her to the brink of hell. She wantonly swayed her plump buttocks, and I used my hips to thrust my large penis in and out of her vagina, repeatedly bringing her to orgasm. My mouth also incessantly sucked on her lips and nipples. A moment later, the pent-up lustful fluids of five years flowed from Mom's vagina, and she cried as she reached the peak of her sexual desire. Each surge of passion made her forget Dad's presence, and societal moral norms were thrown to the winds. We, this incestuous mother and son, passionately made love on the bed, alternating positions, as if the only thing in the world was the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Mom had already reached orgasm multiple times. I whispered tender words of love in her ear, and finally, we both reached the blissful state of ejaculation at the same time, embracing each other and falling asleep in a daze.

I woke up groggily in the middle of the night, feeling a soft, delicate body in my arms. The warm, smooth sensation reminded me of the passionate night before. My hand, which had been resting on my mother's ample breasts, began to knead them restlessly.

My mother, still basking in the afterglow of her passion, continued to sleep soundly with a blissful smile on her face. Admiring the beauty of her slumbering state, I couldn't resist the urge to gently caress her soft skin. My mother only murmured softly in her sleep before continuing her sweet dream.

I placed my hands on my mother's plump breasts and gently rubbed and caressed them, pinching her nipples, which were like red grapes, until they swelled up and hardened like two cherries. Overwhelmed with love, I lowered my head and suckled on my mother's breasts, as if I had returned to my childhood. This teased her so much that she was unbearably itchy in her sleep, twisting her slender waist and letting me caress her without resistance.

I reached out my other hand and ran it down her lower abdomen, boldly kneading her bright red labia. Then, I used my middle finger to part the pubic hair and inserted it into her vagina, teasing her from bottom to top. When my fingertip touched her sensitive clitoris, my mother's body trembled, and she twisted her plump buttocks, moaning in her sleep: "Ugh... Hao Yi... um... darling... you... don't... leave... me..."

Poor mother, even in her sleep she was calling out her father's name, showing how deep her longing for him was!

My mother continued to moan, "Ah...oh...darling...I...miss you so much...ah...you...don't...leave me again...I miss you so much...so...so much...oh..."

Seeing that my mother now regarded me as her father, I couldn't bear to ruin her beautiful dream. I just rubbed her breasts more wantonly, biting her nipples and sucking and licking them, until my saliva covered her breasts. My fingers, which were probing her vulva, made her feel numb and itchy, and she produced a large amount of lustful fluid, wetting my hand and the bedding beneath her.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's lewd state in her sleep. Her breasts were swollen and full, overflowing with lustful fluids. Her labia majora opened and closed, her desire rising, and she was panting heavily. I held my mother's delicate face between my hands and kissed her small mouth. Her hot, fragrant lips sucked on my tongue, and her sweet saliva flowed into my mouth. The fragrance from her nostrils stimulated my olfactory nerves. All of this was the same as the scene last night, awakening my pleasurable memories. I couldn't help but rub my erect penis against her warm vulva.

The mother's soft moans continued: "Ah...darling...darling...hurry...come...do me...I...my whole body...is so hot...so itchy...mmm...um...darling...I...I want...I want it...ah...help...help me...it's itchy...so itchy...I...it hurts so much...oh...it's flowing...flowing...hurry...do me..." "Stop the itching... um... um..."

My mother's body trembled again, and her waist swayed even more violently. Her vaginal fluids poured out like a raging river. Seeing her wanton and seductive appearance, I couldn't bear to torment my poor mother any longer. So I dipped the head of my penis in some of the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, aimed it at her vulva, gently lowered my buttocks, and slowly inserted my big penis into her vagina.

A seductive, alluring satisfaction spread across my mother's face as she swayed her plump buttocks, her wet, fleshy hole gripping my large penis, slowly savoring the pleasure of each thrust. As the pleasure intensified, I couldn't help but increase the speed of my penetration, watching my mother's dazed expression as she entered a state of blissful ecstasy. This beautiful woman, tinged with a hint of melancholy, seemed like a radiant dream that shouldn't exist in this world.

My lust and love for her surged to their peak. I pressed my hips down hard, thrusting my entire large penis in and out of her little pussy, fucking her hundreds of times in one go. This woke my mother from her sweet dream, and she saw clearly that it was me ravaging her. Waves of pleasure made her gradually forget her identity as a mother, and she exiled herself in the waves of lust.

All that could be heard was her wanton moaning: "Ah...good...doing it...I...feels so good...oh...oh...Mommy...so good...mmm...Takashi...fuck me...harder...your...Mommy...good boy...ah...oh...oh...ouch...my dear...son...you're making...Mommy...feels so good...Mommy...can never...leave...your...big cock...oh...oh...Mommy...will...always...love you...love you...fuck...Mommy......" "Little hole...yes...use...push harder...Mommy's...heart...faster...ah...Mommy...feels so good...oh...darling...darling...Mommy...has never...been...so...pleasant...oh...you...doing...mommy...so...good...ah...ah..."

Mommy's big buttocks shook violently, firmly sucking my big cock into her little hole. An unprecedented feeling of fullness made her forget shame and restraint, moaning incessantly. Drops of sweat secreted from her body, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes half-closed, her mouth wide open, and she would occasionally stick out her fragrant tongue to lick her lips, which were dry from the burning desire.

Her face, flushed with spring-like bliss and pure joy, excited me so much that I thrust even harder. From her small mouth came moans she herself couldn't understand, large beads of sweat soaking the bedsheets. Her head bobbed on the pillow, scattering her long, beautiful hair across her face, adding to her languid, alluring beauty.

My mother climaxed several times, and as I thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I released a gush of hot semen into her vagina. The intense pleasure sent us both trembling and into a deep sleep.

From then on, I enjoyed all the pleasures of the world with my mother, while also nourishing her withered vagina. I played the dual roles of a good son and a loving husband to my mother, making her life more fulfilling and causing her to grow even more beautiful and charming.

During the day, my mother displayed the competence of a widow in handling hospital affairs, while at night she displayed the seductive charm of a middle-aged beauty, allowing me to enjoy penetrating her to my heart's content. I truly wished that these days could last forever, allowing my mother and I to live a happy and fulfilling life.

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