The erotic sex life of a promiscuous mother

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It was my mother's birthday, her first since my parents' divorce. I stood downstairs at her office, holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for her to get off work. She loves lilies, and my bouquet featured striking pure white lilies. I stood there, impeccably dressed in a suit, waiting for her. The young people passing by cast envious glances. Who was this beautiful bouquet for? The elevator doors opened, and my mother and her colleague stepped out. "Wow! What beautiful flowers!" The exclamation of surprise didn't come from my mother, but from one of her female colleagues. My mother just smiled slightly, came to my side, took my hand, said goodbye to her colleague, and hurriedly pulled me out. "Hey kid, can you not be so dramatic? There are plenty of people in my company who are over thirty and still unmarried."
My mother scolded me, but I could tell she was secretly very happy; her sweet smile betrayed her. "Although it's my birthday, let's just celebrate casually, no need for such a big celebration," she said, taking my hand and lovingly touching the bouquet of flowers. Ah, women are so contradictory! Although she told me not to make it too big, she herself was dressed beautifully, in a trendy red plaid shirt (let's call it Polo) and a dark brown belted long skirt. Her waist was slender, and her bust and hips were quite full, making the clothes accentuate her enviable figure. The lilies were just the first piece of good news. Soon she received a second. We went to a five-star seaside hotel for a candlelight buffet dinner. It was a bit expensive, but the food was delicious and unique, including Japanese sushi and sashimi that my mother loved. Moreover, I fawned over her, bringing her food, and she simply sat quietly like a lady in that sea-view seat, admiring the dark waves crashing in and the twinkling lights of the buildings along the shore.
After our "five rounds of battle," we were full and sat quietly, looking at each other's faces. My mother's bright, sparkling eyes, like a magician's, captivated me. Years ago, I was drawn to her beauty and those eyes, and after persistent pursuit, I finally won her heart. I reached out to unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her cleavage. "Hey kid, what are you doing? This is a public place. Can't you be a little more respectable? I'm your mother!" My mother pushed my hand away. I took a jewelry box from my briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a sparkling platinum necklace with a ruby at the bottom. "My dear mother, this is for you, a birthday present."
I spoke softly to her. Mom opened her mouth, her eyes lighting up. After a long pause, she said, "Thank you, son, you're so good." Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. I deliberately pushed her away gently, saying, "Mom, this is a public place, can't you be a little more respectful? I'm your own son!" Mom glared at me with her big, round eyes and playfully kicked me. I went over and put the necklace on her pink neck. The ruby rested on her snow-white skin, perfectly complementing her red plaid shirt. I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck, greedily savoring the delicate fragrance of her perfume… It was past eleven at night when Mom and I strolled home. We deliberately didn't take a car, because we were both very happy that night. She held the bouquet of flowers in one arm and took my hand in the other, walking happily. We rarely spoke; after the divorce, we spoke everything at home. Now, silence spoke louder than words. We enjoyed this peaceful and romantic moment, hoping to break the bond between mother and son and begin an incestuous relationship.

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