Mother's pantyhose

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After reading the following, you might call me a beast or some kind of scumbag—not very nice words. But there are indeed many things in this world that you can't imagine, yet they happen all the time. What happened in my family might fall into that category.

My name is Xia Qingyu, and I'm an only child. Sometimes I envy families with siblings to keep them company. My mother does want to have more children, but no matter what, my younger siblings just won't appear (I later found out why). It's not all bad; being an only child has its advantages. My parents treat me like a treasure, providing me with plenty of food, drink, and toys. Our family's economic situation is above average. My father often travels for work, often not coming home for three or four days at a time. Sometimes, for more distant locations, he might not come home for three or four weeks. My mother works for a fairly large company and has a regular working life. Therefore, although my father is rarely home, my mother takes excellent care of me. Because I spend every day with my mother, we have a very good relationship. In contrast, while my relationship with my father isn't exactly like that of strangers, when he comes home, he just greets me and says something like, "Dad's worked hard." My father knows he's been somewhat neglecting his family, so he's made sure we live a very comfortable life. My mother is a very independent woman. Although my father is rarely home, I've rarely heard her complain. At most, she'll grumble when he comes back from a trip abroad about why he didn't buy me an expensive handbag, haha!

Given this lifestyle, it's natural that my mother has been solely responsible for my upbringing and education from childhood. Whether it was kindergarten, elementary school, or middle school, she never missed a single school event that required parental attendance. Although I don't have any siblings, I have something to brag about: I have a beautiful mother. My mother gave birth to me at twenty-two. While not particularly young, it's still quite different compared to the modern society where people tend to marry and have children later in life. Having a young and beautiful mother was a source of pride when I was little; I was always comparing things! Looking at my mother and comparing her to other people's mothers… you can tell how lucky I am. My mother wasn't the kind of dazzlingly beautiful celebrity; instead, she possessed an elegant, refined air. She seemed quiet and had a wonderful temperament. When she smiled, her small, cat-like mouth would slightly upturn, and her almond-shaped eyes, though not particularly large, were bright and captivating. Her slightly wavy black hair was meticulously maintained, like that of a shampoo commercial model. Even after giving birth to me, she maintained a great figure. People were often surprised to see her with me, a little devil, by the way, realizing she was already married and had a child.

However, being an only child and primarily raised by my mother, there were some things I couldn't learn from her, such as knowledge about my own body. Around third grade, the school held a pole-climbing competition. It was actually a rather silly sport—climbing iron railings about two stories high, like a monkey. There were about ten such railings next to the school's sports field, specifically for pole climbing. I'm not particularly athletic, but I was quite good at pole climbing (probably because I'm thin). Many chubby classmates couldn't even get more than ten centimeters off the ground after climbing up, so I was often called on by the teacher to demonstrate. The more I demonstrated, the faster I climbed myself, and that's how I discovered things I wouldn't normally notice. When I tightly wrapped my legs around the bar and climbed upwards, my penis would rub against the bar forcefully and rapidly through my sweatpants. I, being so young, accidentally discovered that the faster I climbed and the harder the friction, the itchier my penis became. At that time, I didn't understand pleasure at all, and I didn't get an erection; I just felt a particularly sore and itchy sensation in my penis while climbing, and a feeling of needing to urinate. The first time I discovered this, I quickly jumped down and ran to the school toilet, but I couldn't urinate even after standing there for a long time. When I went back to climb the bar, I found that sore and numb sensation in my penis returned, and as I climbed more often and faster, that itchy yet somewhat pleasurable feeling became stronger and stronger. I didn't ask the teacher or my mother why this was happening; I just considered it a little secret that made my penis feel good.

Not long after, the showerhead in our bathroom broke down for some reason. For a while, hot water was basically spraying directly from the pipe when I showered. That's when I discovered that spraying the water jet on my penis gave me the same tingling and itchy feeling as when I was climbing a pole. This was a very novel discovery for me, because I didn't have to go to the school's pole climbing area to make my penis feel comfortable anymore; I could do it right there in my own bathroom with a water jet. At that time, I didn't even know I could use my hands; I was just a little kid in third grade.

Even after the showerhead was fixed, I would still remove it and just use the hose. Around fifth grade, I discovered that my penis would get erect, transforming from a small lump into a large, vascularized penis. It felt even better to rinse the enlarged head with water (at that time, the foreskin was still covering it). And after rinsing with the water on full blast for a few minutes, the head would become increasingly tingling and numb, reaching a state that I can't describe—so pleasurable that I would shiver all over, and after a few seconds, I would suddenly not want to rinse anymore. Back then, I couldn't ejaculate; I would just get an erection and reach a slightly weaker orgasm than I did later when I was fully grown, but I still enjoyed it.

Fifth graders are quite mischievous; roughhousing and fighting were commonplace. Once, during cleaning time, the floor was still wet from the mopping, and I was running and playing with my classmates, laughing and joking. I slipped on a wet patch and fell down the stairs. My classmates were terrified and started crying, and the teacher rushed over to take me to the infirmary. I was in so much pain I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, letting the teacher carry me to the infirmary, and then to the hospital. After a thorough examination, they found my right arm was fractured and I'd need a cast for several months; my left fingers were also bruised, and I couldn't use them for a while. This was terrible; I'm right-handed, and I really couldn't do anything without my right hand. That day, my mother rushed to the hospital from work, crying her eyes out. I could only stupidly say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu was naughty." My mother hugged me, crying as she comforted me, saying it was okay, Xiaoyu, it didn't hurt, and Mom didn't blame me.

That day, when I got home, I realized how miserable I was. I couldn't even eat or open the door by myself, so my mother had to follow me closely, helping me with all sorts of chores. The first embarrassing thing my mother did for me was help me go to the toilet. My right hand was in a cast, needless to say, and my left finger was also injured; I didn't even have the strength to pull down my pants. It was the first time I'd felt so weak, and I cried in frustration. My mother had initially tried to let me go to the toilet by myself, but when she heard me crying inside, she realized it wouldn't work, so she pushed the door open and came in to help. My mother had taken leave from work, still wearing her office lady outfit, and squatted down next to me, who was still quite short at the time, to help me unzip my pants. My left hand naturally rested on my mother's thigh, which was covered in tight stockings under her short skirt. That's when I realized how nice stockings felt to the touch. They were thin yet shiny, smooth and soft, and felt very comfortable on my hand. Although my left hand was just resting lightly on it, a slippery sensation traveled from my palm, sending a tingling pleasure to my brain.

After Mom unzipped my pants, my little penis, which she hadn't seen in a long time, was finally exposed. It was limp and I couldn't urinate, so Mom had to gently cup it in her soft, white hand until I peed. My penis, tense and itchy from Mom's touch, suddenly found its strength in my left hand, which should have been weak, gripping Mom's thigh covered in shiny, skin-colored stockings. The smooth touch from her left hand, combined with the way my penis was gently cupped by Mom's soft, boneless hand, caused my penis, which usually only got erect when showered, to suddenly swell uncontrollably and rapidly. In less than a few dozen seconds, it had become a large, veiny penis. Mom's beautiful phoenix eyes widened in surprise as she watched my penis grow larger and larger, rising at a ninety-degree angle, and continuing to rise higher and higher. Maybe it couldn't be called a little penis anymore; it was a fully erect penis

. Any man knows that it's impossible to urinate when it's erect. Especially when you have the urge to urinate and still have an erection, it's a very painful thing. My mother didn't know what to do, so she could only hold my erect penis and squat down next to me, stunned. Even though she was her own son, seeing me with an erect penis must have been quite embarrassing. I was only in fifth grade then, so I didn't feel embarrassed, but the pain of not being able to urinate was extreme. I tried to force the urine out, but I couldn't, and my face was contorted with pain.

"Mom, I can't pee..." I turned to my mother and managed to squeeze out the words.

Mom remained wide-eyed, unsure what to do. (Thinking to myself, I was quite experienced in handling my own penis, so I naively added my own secret: "I always rinse my penis hard with the hose when I shower, and it shrinks after a while."

Mom was clearly even more shocked, obviously surprised that her precious son could already masturbate. After what seemed like an eternity, I was still painfully holding my penis in Mom's grasp.

"Still can't pee..." I groaned in pain.

Mom looked at me, then down at my erect penis, sighed, then withdrew her left hand and instead used her right hand to reach behind me, gently grasping my penis, and began to slowly move it back and forth.

Receiving this kind of sexual stimulation from someone other than myself for the first time, powerful currents began to surge through my penis, and the size of my erection grew increasingly impressive, making my breathing rapid and rapid. Aside from that penis, I was still just a kid, how could I withstand this kind of stimulation? In no time, I felt myself reaching the level that usually took me ages to achieve with a jet of water, and it was stronger than ever before, like I was about to urinate, so intense it was unbearable.

"I peed…!"
Reaching my peak, my legs gave way and I collapsed onto my mother, knocking her against the wall as well. My injured left hand gripped her soft, stockinged thigh tightly. Then, my penis, still held by my mother, instinctively thrust forward, for the first time ever, pushing half of the previously covered glans out from under the foreskin. The wide-open urethral opening pressed against my mother's thigh, clad in shiny, skin-colored pantyhose, and began to fiercely ejaculate my first load of virgin semen in eleven years. Having never seen my penis ejaculate before, even when I masturbated with a jet of water, now streams of thick, yellowish-white semen splattered all over my mother's stockings. My mind was blank from the intense pleasure, but instinctively I wanted to grab onto something. I gripped my mother's stockinged legs tightly, thrusting my hips back and forth, making her delicate right hand rub my ejaculating penis.

Clearly, both my mother and I were stunned, leaning against the wall, unresponsive for several seconds. Only after I had finished ejaculating and my breathing had calmed down did I fearfully say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu peed on your leg."

My mother, who hadn't reacted at all, finally smiled slowly. "Silly Xiaoyu, that wasn't pee."

"Not pee?" I asked, puzzled. "Then what was it?"

"Xiaoyu will know later." My mother chuckled, then withdrew her hand, pulled a towel from the wall hanger, and carefully wiped my penis, which had begun to shrink after ejaculation. The glans, which had been half-exposed, had retracted back into the foreskin. As Mom wiped my penis with a towel, I unconsciously stared at her beautiful legs in stockings, stained with my semen, and a strange feeling began to sprout within me. After wiping my penis, Mom began to clean her own stockinged legs, stained with my virgin semen.

Looking back now, I think my relationship with Mom and my increasingly severe stocking fetish probably started around that time.

The next day after school, Mom came to pick me up from work. When we got home, Mom started preparing to give me a bath. I had fallen and hurt myself at school the day before, and then ejaculated on Mom's leg in the bathroom, leaving me so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got to my room, so I was still all dirty. Mom knew I probably couldn't bathe myself, so she rolled up her sleeves and led me into the bathroom to help me undress. Mom probably thought she would have to change her clothes later anyway, so she simply wore her work suit while bathing me. I was too young then to protest, but if it were now, I would definitely force Mom to take off her clothes and bathe me together, right? No, maybe not completely naked, just wearing stockings, and then… but that was much later.

“Oh, I forgot to take off my stockings.”
Mom was probably used to stockings being part of her clothes, or maybe she simply forgot to take them off before starting to bathe me. She only realized the black sheer pantyhose were still on her legs after she had undressed me and lathered me with foam. They were already half-wet, so she just continued bathing me in them. Hearing Mom say she forgot to take off her stockings, I felt strangely happy; my stocking fetish had definitely kicked in.

Mom rolled up her sleeves, squatted in front of me, and vigorously lathered me with foam. Then, instinctively, she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her entire lower body, covered in black pantyhose, to my view. I could vaguely see a beautiful white thong through the crotch of Mom's stockings (I didn't know that was sexy back then). The half-wet sheer pantyhose made her snow-white thighs look exceptionally beautiful. Mom rubbed my body until it swayed back and forth, so I had to put my left hand on her stockinged legs for balance, and also take the opportunity to indulge in touching the stockings. With something to see and something to touch, the little devil was absolutely thrilled. Having already tasted the pleasure of her stockinged legs yesterday, today, before Mom even touched my penis, it was already erect, paying homage to her, growing bigger and more swollen, the red penis pointing directly at Mom's beautiful eyes.

Mom slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, pretending nothing was wrong, and continued to rub my body haphazardly. But no matter how she rubbed, she wouldn't touch my swollen penis. Having learned yesterday that it felt good for my penis to be touched by Mom, I cunningly walked to the toilet, then frowned and asked Mom for help, "Mom, Xiaoyu needs to pee."

"If you need to pee, just pee, don't be shy," Mom said with a smile.

"I can't pee..." I held my penis up to the toilet, looking down with a pained expression, swaying my erection back and forth. Actually, I didn't really need to pee, but having my penis constantly hard was really uncomfortable. Mom seemed to think for a moment, then, as if she couldn't stand me anymore, she reached out and encircled my penis with her small hand.

Like a thief who had succeeded, I immediately turned around to face my squatting mother, letting her snow-white, delicate hand gently stroke my fierce penis that was pointing at her face.

"Why are you turning around, you brat?" Mom frowned, but her light movements didn't stop.

"No..." I said guiltily. Looking back now, I was really getting worse and worse back then, even knowing that semen shouldn't be ejaculated in the toilet, but rather towards a beautiful woman to avoid wasting it.

"You little brat..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I, with absolutely no patience left, savored the tender care Mom's delicate hands gave my penis. In no time, a deadly, pleasurable sensation shot straight to my spine. The feeling of wanting to urinate that I had yesterday returned uncontrollably, and seemed even stronger. I thrust my hips forward, half of my glans protruding from the foreskin, and then, with unusual force, I ejaculated my second load of semen onto my beautiful mother, the second time since yesterday. This ejaculation, accompanied by waves of stimulating pleasure, was incredibly powerful. Mom, who probably thought she wouldn't be sprayed, accepted my facial ejaculation without flinching. The first stream of white semen hit Mom's beautiful face directly, then the second, less forceful, shot onto her pantyhose, which were completely exposed after she rolled up her skirt, specifically onto her crotch. A weak third spurt followed, and only a tiny bit landed on the bathroom floor.

"You little brat...!" Mom was clearly shocked again, just like yesterday. Looking back now, it was truly a daily nightmare. Mom quickly released her right hand from my penis, trying to block the incoming semen, but it was too late; the first two powerful thrusts had already hit me. After the first two ejaculations, I immediately lost all my spurt. No matter how hard I ejaculated, I'm still just a kid. I immediately pretended to be innocent and scared, as if it had all been an accident.

"Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu again..."

Mom gave me another look, as if she couldn't stand it, then turned around to grab a towel to clean up. A thin stream of semen slowly slid down Mom's pretty face, dripping onto her chin. The white semen that sprayed onto her crotch, set against her black sheer pantyhose, was even more lewd and indescribable. Mom probably hadn't expected a fifth-grader to have such force, which is why she hadn't thought to avoid it.

Mom quickly wiped away the semen from her face and the crotch of her pantyhose, giving me a light slap on the bottom, saying, "Didn't you need to pee?"

"Oh." Only then did I remember I should pee. Although my main purpose was actually to get Mom to help me ejaculate, I still had to pretend to pee. I turned around so my limp penis was facing the toilet, barely releasing a tiny amount of urine, then turned back with a grin, saying I was done.

"Okay? Come on, let's rinse."

Mom pulled me closer and started rinsing the soap off my body with the showerhead. Then she quickly dried me off, finally ending my somewhat unexpected yet incredibly stimulating facial ejaculation experience.

For a while afterward, although my left hand was better and I could move it, my right hand was still in a cast. Therefore, Mom still had to bathe this little pervert. However, since that first bath experience, Mom started remembering to take off her stockings first. Although I could still see Mom's long, snow-white legs, I don't know if it was because I no longer had my favorite stockings, but I no longer got an erection as instantly as the first time. It only got slightly erect when Mom lathered my penis with soap, and it would immediately subside as soon as Mom removed her hand and started rinsing me off, making it impossible for me to use the urge to pee trick to get Mom to make me feel good anymore.

Although I wasn't getting to enjoy that for the time being, perhaps because I behaved much better afterward, my mother probably only considered those two experiences as isolated incidents and didn't treat me like a little pervert. Her guard was lowered considerably. Sometimes she would come into the bathroom to bathe me wearing only a tank top, and you could even see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, with her two big breasts swaying under her clothes. Occasionally, some water would splash on them, and you could almost see the two protruding nipples. At that time, although I was a little horny, I wasn't to the point of being "desperate." At most, I was just curious about what those two big things looked like, swaying around as if they were very elastic, and wondered if they would feel good to touch.

The day that my mundane daily bathing routine changed again was a bit hot, and I was already covered in sweat and smelled bad before I even entered the bathroom. After my mother stripped me naked, she turned on the tap, but accidentally didn't control the water flow properly, and the hose jumped a few times, splashing water all over herself. Mom looked like she'd worked up a good sweat all day. After thinking for a moment, she started filling the bathtub with hot water, then put her beautiful hair up in a bun and began taking off her clothes.

"Mom, how about taking a bath with Xiaoyu while we're at it?" Mom smiled innocently at me. Could I say no? I could only nod vigorously!

I'd forgotten how old I was when I last bathed with Mom; it was a long time ago, so I had no recollection. Maybe I'd gotten used to bathing alone since elementary school, so Mom's naked body felt like a memory from a past life.

I sat by the bathtub filled with hot water, watching Mom's movements. Mom slowly unbuttoned her white suit shirt, revealing her breasts encased in a pinkish-green bra; then she removed her beige suit skirt, slowly rolling down her sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose from her waist, revealing a pinkish-green lace pantyhose that clearly matched her bra. Just seeing this was already a bit much for me. Although I was only eleven, some things are controlled by instinct. My previously shrunken penis instantly began to swell and stand erect. I quickly jumped into the bathtub filled with hot water to hide my physical state. My mother didn't notice my movements and continued to unhook her bra from behind. Then, a pair of snow-white, pink, yet enormous breasts sprang out of the bra and swayed in the air. On top of the two firm, teardrop-shaped breasts, two small pink nipples defied gravity and stood upright, looking quite adorable. At the time, I didn't bother to figure out what size breasts such large were. Much later, my mother told me they were 34E.

My mother then pulled down her pinkish-green panties, bent over, and took them off her slender, long legs. The triangle area that was originally hidden under the panties had some sparse black hair at the very center. Although there wasn't much, it looked strangely mysterious and alluring. Despite knowing almost nothing about matters of men and women, this scene was enough to make my penis, soaking in the hot water, grow even larger.

My mother slowly stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water from behind me, like a lotus emerging from the water, to use a phrase I learned later. Almost without warning, my mother wrapped her arms around me from behind in the small bathtub, where I was still quite short at the time. Her two soft yet incredibly elastic breasts pressed lightly against my back before she gently leaned against the tub behind her. Suddenly losing the wonderful sensation on my back, I instinctively leaned back, continuing to press against my mother's beautiful breasts. Because of this slight backward lean, my penis, which had been hidden in front, sprang up and stood erect, clearly visible to my mother behind me.

My mother didn't seem to have any negative reaction to my now-grown and erect penis. After a while, she gently said, "Our Xiaoyu has grown up."

Of course, I had no idea how I looked like an adult, but resting my head on my mother's breast awakened some memories of when I was a baby in her arms. Did I really suckle from my mother's breast back then? It should have been a sacred scene, but now it was tainted with something unclean in my mind. My already erect penis swelled even more, and half of the red glans peeked out from under the foreskin.

"Mom, is it abnormal for my penis to look like this? Or is it sick?" I finally mustered the courage to ask the question that had puzzled me for so long.

I felt my mother behind me seem to smile. "This means Xiaoyu has grown up. The little penis has become a big penis, which means our little one has become an adult."

"Oh." Reassured, I turned around and knelt in the full bathtub facing my mother's naked body. A little embarrassed, I asked, "I want to touch Mommy's breasts."

My mother slightly raised her delicate eyebrows. "Shame on you, Xiaoyu. You're already an adult, why do you still want to touch Mommy's breasts?"

Her tone didn't sound angry, and she didn't seem to react further, simply closing her eyes and letting me do as I pleased. I reached out my small left hand (don't forget my right hand was in a cast at that time!) and placed it on my mother's large, white breasts. A soft, smooth sensation returned to my palm, like an electric shock, yet also like a suction force that made me unable to pull my hand away. Without any instruction, I began to rub my mother's disproportionately large breasts, one on each side, inadvertently stimulating the two small pink nipples at the very top. Two adorable blushes appeared on Mom's cheeks. At that time, I had no idea that Mom was aroused by my actions; I simply treated her like a fun toy, constantly kneading and fondling

her breasts. Mom continued to close her eyes, letting me fondle her breasts, her body trembling slightly, as if she were enduring something. After a while, Mom opened her eyes, reaching out a hand from the water to grab my erect penis, making my shaft twitch nervously. For a moment, I wondered if I had done something wrong.

"Mom, are you feeling unwell? Did Xiaoyu hurt Mom?" I asked innocently, a little worried.

"No, Mom just… um." Mom's flushed cheeks looked beautiful and captivating in the rising steam. "Xiaoyu, you have to learn to wash your own penis from now on."

"How do I wash it?" I asked, puzzled.

“First, we need to peel off the foreskin…” Mom said, her right hand still holding my veined penis, while her left hand reached down to support my testicles, making me shiver slightly. Then, her right hand exerted a little force to encircle my penis, and then gently pulled the foreskin down.

“…!!”

Stimulated by the strange sensation, I couldn’t make a sound, just watching my glans, which had been hidden under the foreskin for eleven years, slowly emerge from the hot water. There was a slight pain, but more than that, a tingling, indescribable numbness. Then, a large, pink glans was completely exposed in the hot water.

“After that, you need to wash it with your hands…” Her left hand, which had been supporting my testicles, moved up, extending her slender fingers to gently stroke the glans back and forth, then moved to the groove where it met the shaft, carefully scrubbing away the virgin smegma accumulated there. My inexperienced penis, seeing the world for the first time, couldn't withstand such stimulation. Within seconds, it swelled violently, the glans turning from pink to a frightening deep red. Then, waves of insane, deadly pleasure surged relentlessly from my erect penis, shooting straight to my brain. My urethra opened wide, and a torrent of white semen gushed out into the hot water.

"Ouch!"

With a startled cry, my mother released my penis and quickly stood up from the bathtub. At that time, I didn't understand how men and women reproduced, and I didn't understand why my mother reacted so strongly. To me, it was just the same thing that had sprayed out the last two times. Later, I learned that my mother's reaction was because she was afraid that my semen in the water would indirectly impregnate her. Although I didn't know if the semen of an eleven-year-old could impregnate a woman, it was always an instinctive reaction to avoid pregnancy. Looking back now, it makes sense. What if I, in fifth grade, had unexpectedly become a father?

Startled by my mother's reaction, I put on that innocent, terrified expression, as if I'd done something terribly wrong. When my mother came to her senses and saw me looking like a frightened puppy, she quickly and tenderly hugged my head, burying me in her soft, 34E breasts.

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyu, it's okay. Mommy scared you,"

she said, patting my back and pulling me to my feet, continuing to press me between her large breasts. Actually, I wasn't really scared, but the scent of milk was something I'd much rather have.

My penis, now between my mother and me after ejaculating, began to shrink rapidly. I asked my mother again, "My penis has shrunk again, is that normal?"

My mother nodded slightly. "After the white stuff comes out, the penis will shrink."

"Is Xiaoyu's penis too big?... My classmates don't seem to get as big as mine...?
" I asked anxiously. This was true; how could a fifth-grader know if his classmates would get erections?

"Xiaoyu's penis is really big..." The words had barely left my mouth when Mom realized something was off. It didn't sound like she was trying to comfort me, did it? Although I later learned that a large penis was a good thing, at that time I just felt uneasy. "Xiaoyu, being good, a big penis isn't bad, it's actually a good thing."

"Really? Why?" I looked up at Mom innocently and asked.

"Well, Xiaoyu will... slowly understand later." Why did I feel Mom blushing a little when she said that?

"Okay!" I finally smiled happily.

Mom didn't say anything more, just smiled and started helping me bathe, even though I had one arm hanging down.

According to Mom later, my erect penis was already bigger than Dad's at that time (of course, it could also be that Dad's size was a bit small), almost the size of an adult. A short little kid with such a big penis looked quite disproportionate. Later, as I grew, my penis became even bigger, even more astonishing. So Mom often joked that I wasn't growing tall because all the nutrients I took were being absorbed by that weapon. Of course, that's all in the future.

The day the cast on my right hand was removed was probably the most frustrating day of my eleven years. To outsiders, recovering was the best thing ever. But only I knew that this meant losing the right to have my mother bathe me every day. Of course, I didn't show my disappointment; I didn't want my mother to think I was a nasty little pervert.

My mother was happy to see me recover, but I didn't react much. I just quietly went with her to a celebratory meal. After returning home, tired from a long day and full from the meal, my mother took a shower (separately from me, of course) and quickly went to her room to sleep. After my mother told me to go back to my room, I felt a little resentful. I hugged my little pillow and stood still in my mother's room. My mother was about to take off her pajamas and go to bed, but she looked at me with a puzzled expression, wondering if I had something else on my mind.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

"I...I want to sleep with Mom," I stammered. Seeing that Mom didn't react much, I added, "Mom won't be able to bathe with me anymore, so..." Before I could finish, Mom noticed my slightly reddened eyes and quickly hugged me, tucking me back into her bosom.

"Little Yu, how about Mom sleeps with you?" Mom lowered her head and gave me a loving smile. I nodded vigorously, and Mom put me on the bed, then took off her light nightgown, leaving only a pair of pale yellow bra and panties, before slipping into the covers.

"That's good, it's been a long time since I slept with our precious son," Mom said with a touch of wistfulness.

We lay down on the bed in Mom and Dad's bedroom, facing the ceiling. It had been so long since I slept with Mom, I felt a little lost, so I just lay there with my eyes tightly closed, but I couldn't fall asleep. After a while, I heard a faint rustling sound in the darkness, followed by the sound of buttons popping open. I quietly opened my eyes and saw that Mom had taken off her bra. Perhaps Mom doesn't usually wear a bra to sleep, but since she's sleeping with her son, she felt a little embarrassed to sleep naked right away, so she wanted to wait until I fell asleep before making her move. I vaguely sensed Mom turn over and face me, so I naturally shifted closer to her, then reached out and hugged her slender waist, burying my head in her breasts.

Mom clearly hadn't expected me to be awake; she trembled slightly, but didn't say anything, simply wrapping her arms around me from behind. Taking advantage of the situation, I opened my mouth and took one of Mom's nipples into my mouth, making her let out a soft moan.

"You little pervert, really."

With Mom's pink nipple in my mouth and my hand on her firm buttocks, my penis began to swell uncontrollably, stretching between Mom's legs. Mom smiled, unconcerned, and slightly lifted her leg, trapping my engorged penis between her legs through her shorts. I was quite content with the current situation, so I didn't cause any more trouble. I maintained this blissful state of suckling at my mother's breast while my penis was held between her thighs, and drifted off to sleep.

But things don't always go as planned. After my first experience sleeping with my mother, it became perfectly normal for me to lie down on her bed. Not only at night, but also on holidays when she wanted to take a nap, I would naturally squeeze in with her. My mother, both amused and exasperated, said I was a clingy little thing. And she clearly underestimated my threat. At first, she thought I just wanted to relive the feeling of breastfeeding as a child, but it turned into me suckling at her breast every time I slept. She always said that even though I was in fifth grade, I was still like a baby in a cradle, never growing up. And it wasn't just that I sucked and touched her big breasts; my penis would always get erect. My mother didn't seem to mind, probably because of maternal love's tolerance for its children. And as she got used to my little whims, she gradually started to escalate the situation.

Originally, I was content with this level of achievement, after all, I was still just a slightly lecherous little brat. But then things changed. It was a Sunday when it happened. I was obediently doing my homework and reviewing my lessons at home, while my mother, unusually, had to leave early in the morning dressed neatly for an important company meeting. After returning home at noon, she quickly prepared lunch for us and then went to her room for a nap without even changing her clothes. What did this mean? It meant that my mother was still wearing her work suit, and she hadn't even taken off her pink and white sheer pantyhose. My mother lazily lay down on the bed, pulled the covers up, and prepared to fall asleep. I automatically squeezed onto the bed with her, and then, just as automatically, started to unhook the front of her bra. My mother probably felt uncomfortable sleeping in a bra, so she reached up and loosened the back clasp of her bra and closed her eyes again. I pulled up my mother's purple lace bra, and a pair of beautiful breasts bounced out with amazing elasticity. After I sucked on my mother's adorable pink nipple, my penis began to swell and harden rapidly through my shorts. Unlike usual, today my mother was wearing pink and white pantyhose, making me irresistibly want to kiss her. I quickly kicked off my shorts and underwear in bed, then, thinking I was being careful, pulled my mother's skirt up to her waist, and thrust my bare, large penis directly into the crotch of her thighs, tightly bound by her pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbing against my mother's delicate, transparent pantyhose was so pleasurable that I lost all sense of direction. Then I remembered how my mother had used her hand to stroke my penis until I ejaculated, and instinctively, I arched my back and began thrusting my fierce penis back and forth between my mother's stockinged thighs. At

first, my mother didn't intend to pay attention to me, but with my tight sucking on her nipples, and somehow, I started licking them with my tongue. My penis, no less large than an adult's, greedily thrust in and out through my mother's thin stockings and lace panties, occasionally even plunging into her most private parts, causing her face to flush.

"This little devil is getting more and more lewd,"

I didn't answer, just chuckled to myself, while my burning hot rod continued to slowly poke and squeeze between my mother's stockinged thighs. My mother probably really wanted to sleep, not knowing how long I would keep going, so she simply used her pink and white stockinged thighs to clamp my swollen glans, then reached out her soft, boneless little hand to stroke my shaft, trying to make me ejaculate quickly. With my large glans clamped between her pink stockinged thighs and receiving the attentive service of my mother's jade hands, the lewd little devil quickly became so aroused that he pressed his head against my mother's chest, licking and sucking her nipples even more vigorously, then thrusting forward relentlessly as if he couldn't take it anymore. Before long, a feeling of about to burst began to surge through my throbbing penis. Finally, I thrust my penis forward, forcefully inserting the shaft between my mother's soft thighs, and then began to violently ejaculate several thick, white streams of semen. Several incredibly pleasurable thrusts followed, releasing more semen than before, all of it spraying onto my mother's alluring silk-stockinged legs, some even splashing onto the bed. A few seconds later, the ejaculation finally ended. My mother, her face flushed from my actions, sat up, took off her sticky pantyhose, grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, wiped her legs and the bed surface, and then lay back down to continue sleeping.

"Satisfied, little pervert?" My mother asked with a smile, her face still flushed.
"Yes, thank you, Mom!" I wrapped my arms tightly around my mother's waist, continuing to place my gradually softening penis between her legs, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

As I said before, once there's a second time, there's a third. After that, every few days before bed, I would use my erect penis to thrust between my mother's legs, making her masturbate me until I ejaculated. Later, a few times, my mother also slept in pantyhose, just like today, and I would ejaculate directly through her pantyhose-clad legs. Because every time I thrust my red, hard penis into my mother's pantyhose-clad legs, I ejaculated very quickly and forcefully, my mother seemed to vaguely realize my particular fetish for pantyhose. After that, my mother wore pantyhose to nap even more often. I don't want to interpret it as my mother intentionally trying to seduce me; to put it more subtly, maybe she wanted me to ejaculate quickly so she could sleep peacefully?

We never specifically talked about this secret between mother and son; perhaps we just accepted it as an unspoken intimate act between parent and child. This continued until my father returned home after a long business trip. For a long time, my father basically lived at home, leading a very regular work life, which temporarily halted this relationship between my mother and me. I obediently went back to my room to sleep, temporarily forgetting about all that. I was preparing for the new lessons after entering sixth grade.

One night, I stayed in my room reading comics until quite late, probably a little past midnight. My mother usually doesn't allow me to stay up late; she usually makes me go to bed by 10:30, so according to her, I should be sound asleep by midnight. But that night I stayed up late, so I sneaked out of my room to get some water before going to sleep. Just as I went downstairs and reached the kitchen, I suddenly heard some strange noises coming from my mother's room. Curious, I went over and found that the door to my mother's room was slightly ajar, not completely closed. I pressed my face against the crack and looked inside. A scene I had never seen before appeared. My mother was lying on the bed, her upper body completely naked, wearing black opaque velvet stockings. There was an opening in the crotch of her stockings, revealing some sparse black hair. My father was between my mother's legs, his face pressed against her genitals, rubbing against her like a puppy licking something. Mom was panting heavily with Dad's movements. Then Dad suddenly sat up, reaching down to hold something between his legs... probably his penis, pressing against Mom's genitals.

"Wife, I'm going to go."
"Come on, Daddy."

Then, that thing that was probably his penis magically disappeared from Mom's genitals. I was incredibly surprised to see this. Because in my mind, that place covered by fine black hair was Mom's genitals, and I never imagined that a penis could be put inside. After Dad put his penis in, he started thrusting back and forth with his hips, just like I had when I used my penis to thrust between Mom's legs. Dad tilted his head back, looking like he was enjoying it immensely. Although Mom had been panting when Dad was licking her, she didn't seem to react much after he put his penis in.

"Ahhh, it's coming, it's coming!" Only about ten seconds after it went in, I saw Dad thrust his lower body forward forcefully, and then he lay motionless on top of Mom.

"That felt so good..." Not long after, Dad rolled over to the side and fell into a deep sleep.

Mom sat up expressionlessly, glanced at Dad who was already asleep beside her, sighed slightly, and then got up to walk out. Startled, I quickly took two steps at a time and hid behind the sofa in the dark. She

pushed open the bedroom door and came out. Mom's large breasts bounced with her movements, huge yet defying gravity, firm and upright. Her black, opaque, open-crotch pantyhose looked exceptionally lewd in the dim light. Underneath the sparse black pubic hair in what I thought was a place for urination, a little bit of white fluid was dripping, looking very much like what I ejaculated on Mom when I reached my peak, only the amount looked much different.

Mom walked to the laundry basket in our master bathroom, slowly pulled the pantyhose down from the waist, and then elegantly lifted one of her slender, stockinged legs to pull the pantyhose off her leg. Then she turned the pantyhose over and completely removed it from the other leg, placing it on top of the laundry basket. After that, she went back to her room and closed the door.

I swallowed hard, stepped out from behind the sofa, went to the laundry basket, and, unable to resist, picked up the open-crotch black pantyhose. I examined it closely, making sure it wasn't stained with Dad's white fluid (if it were, I probably wouldn't want to touch it). Then I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. There was a unique scent of Mom's body, mixed with some of her sweat, but it wasn't pungent at all. On the contrary, it blended with Mom's scent into a very alluring aroma. My hands trembled as I pulled down my pants, retracted the foreskin from my glans, and then, very slowly, slipped one end of the pantyhose onto my already swollen penis. The delicate feel of the stockings transmitted through my swollen glans, and I almost instantly lost my mind. While desperately sniffing the other pantyhose, I frantically masturbated my throbbing penis with my hand, just like Mom used to do to me. My mind was filled with the image of my mother lying on the bed, entwined with my father. My desire quickly swelled like a penis, and I rubbed myself faster and faster, fully enjoying the dual stimulation of smell and touch from the black velvet pantyhose.

Suddenly, my mother's door opened, and she walked out naked. I was stunned and remained frozen in place, but the extreme tension made my penis, encased in the black pantyhose, feel like it was about to snap, and it began to spurt out torrents of white fluid from the tip. My mother was dumbfounded, watching me smell the pantyhose and masturbate with it on my penis. She stood there naked and motionless. Only after I had finished ejaculating did she seem to come to her senses and walk towards me, squatting down beside me to remove the pantyhose from my penis. Then, she used the dry part of the pantyhose to wipe the remaining semen from my penis. Not quite clean enough, she grabbed a few more tissues from the living room table and carefully wiped my gradually limp penis clean.

"Mom, I... sob... I'm sorry..."

Feeling guilty for being seen, I finally started sobbing like a real child. Mom just looked at me with loving eyes and said softly, "Mom doesn't blame Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu is Mom's dearest son." Then she hugged me tightly and patted my back gently.

It took a long time before I stopped crying. Then, looking at Mom's beautiful face, I said, "Mom, you don't blame me?"

Mom's eyes were full of warm love. "How could I blame Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu is Mom's precious baby no matter what." Then she kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly again.

Knowing that Mom wasn't angry with me, I immediately felt relieved. I wiped my tears and snot from my face and quickly kissed Mom's cheek back. Then, I ran back to my room with a smile through my tears. I vaguely heard my mother say, "Sigh, I just came out for a drink of water... This little rascal has really grown up."

Looking back now, it's clear my mother's love had finally expanded to spoiling me, which led to the uncontrollable situation later on.

A few days later, my father received another long business trip order and quickly left home again. After my father left, it was back to just my mother and me. After experiencing the pleasure of masturbating with my mother's stockings last night, I became inseparable from them. When my mother wasn't home, I would secretly take her worn stockings to smell and put them on my penis to masturbate. Every time I ejaculated inside the stockings, relying on my mother's indulgence, I wouldn't even wipe them clean before putting them back in the laundry basket, all sticky. Since my mother had already said she didn't mind, it seemed unreasonable to scold me now. After getting used to it, I even masturbated when my mother was home. On several occasions, it was particularly outrageous that my mother would take off her stockings and go into the shower, and I would follow right after, taking the still-warm stockings from the laundry basket and masturbating until I was covered in semen.

When maternal love turns into indulgence, and tolerance into permissiveness, that's when things are about to happen.

That night, after a long while, I went back to my mother's room, hugged my pillow, and asked to sleep with her. My mother didn't say anything, just smiled and patted the bed next to her, indicating that I should lie down. Then, as usual, she took off her clothes, leaving only a pair of lace panties, and carefully covered me with the same large blanket.

I naturally shifted my position in the blanket, hugged my mother from behind, and reached out to squeeze my mother's snow-white breasts, then inserted my engorged penis between my mother's legs. My mother probably thought that today would be just like usual. So she reached back and gently grasped my penis, stroking it softly.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?" My mother didn't stop servicing me, but just made a soft sound.

“I want to do Mom like Dad does.”

Mom’s body trembled upon hearing this, and her hands stopped moving. I added, “That night, I saw Dad put his penis into Mom’s genitals.”

Mom was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. She probably hadn’t expected that I had not only stolen her pantyhose to masturbate that night, but also witnessed her having sex with Dad.

“Was Mom unhappy that day?”

“Huh?” Mom was a little confused.

“I saw Mom sit up after Dad fell asleep, and she looked very unhappy.”

Mom remained silent, probably unsure how to explain it to me. Was it because Dad’s penis was too short, or because he had premature ejaculation? Could I tell my son that?

“So I want to make Mom happy, if I can do it better than Dad…”
“Silly Xiaoyu, do you know what Dad and Mom did?” Mom said, turning to face me and pulling me closer, burying her face in the valley formed by her large breasts. "That's something only boys and girls who like each other can do."

"I love Mom the most!..." I said, a little breathless, "Doesn't Mom like me?"

"Mom loves Xiaoyu the most too, but we can't..."

"Mom, you said having a big penis is a good thing, right? My penis is bigger than Dad's, so I should be able to do better than Dad." I pressed on, "Xiaoyu or Dad, who does Mom like more?"

"Silly child, of course I like Xiaoyu the most." Mom answered me quickly without any doubt, and her grip on me tightened even more.

"Then why can't we do that?" I asked innocently.

Mom really didn't know how to answer. The silence between us lasted for several minutes, and Mom just held me quietly without saying a word. After a long time, she pulled me to sit up, turned on the bedside lamp, and then said to me earnestly, word by word, "Mom and Xiaoyu's affair cannot be told to anyone, absolutely, absolutely not."

Of course, I nodded happily and nodded vigorously in agreement, the cheers in my heart almost bursting out of my chest. I immediately added the extra request I'd always dreamed of: "Mom, could you... wear those stockings with holes in the crotch?"

Mom's eyes widened, waiting for my further explanation. "I love seeing Mom wear stockings, some shiny, some sheer, black, gray, white... they all look so good. Every time I see them, my penis gets really big, so..." I was a little embarrassed to continue.

"You little rascal, you're so perverted!" Mom laughed and lightly tapped my head. But after all this time, Mom had a general idea of my stocking fetish. She quickly got out of bed, naked, her two large, teardrop-shaped breasts swaying as she rummaged through the closet. She found a pair of black, semi-sheer, open-crotch stockings, then quickly pulled off her black lace panties. With an incredibly elegant movement, she stretched her legs in front of me, and then very slowly, starting from her toes, let me watch her carefully put on the stockings.

My previously softened penis, upon seeing this incredibly alluring stocking show, immediately hardened into a fierce dragon, pointing directly at the black pubic hair peeking out from my mother's open crotch.

Looking at the change in my lower body, my mother exclaimed, "Xiaoyu's penis is really big."
"Really?" Of course, I didn't know. But receiving my mother's praise made me quite proud.

After putting on her black open-crotch stockings, my mother gently sat back on the bed, seemingly contemplating her next move. As if on cue, I immediately voiced my thoughts.

"Xiaoyu, would you lick Mommy's pee-pee area?"
My mother chuckled softly, then shifted her position, lying down in front of me and presenting her alluring lower body, gesturing for me to look closely at her black pubic hair.

"Look at this, this is where you pee," Mom said, pointing her slender finger down to a small area, then moving it down to a small, round bump. "This is called the clitoris, it's where Xiaoyu... If you want to lick it, lick this side." Her tone was clearly shy, but sex education needs to be done quickly; if even Mom herself couldn't continue, there was no point in continuing.
Before Mom could react, I immediately bent down and stuck out my tongue, starting to lick the small pink bump she had just pointed to, causing her body to tremble violently. Knowing I had done the right thing, I instinctively increased the speed of my licking, causing Mom's entire body to writhe and emit soft breaths. Just below the bump, there was a spot covered by two small labia that began to moisten as I licked it, and the fluid, seemingly appearing from nowhere, kept increasing. I tried licking it into my mouth; it had no taste, just a slightly astringent feel, but it really aroused my burning desire. I also moved my hands down to her beautiful legs in stockings, which I had been dreaming of, and rubbed them against her slender legs through the delicate black stockings. The feel was very comfortable.

My mother's body writhed more and more intensely, and her soft moans finally broke out. Perhaps she didn't expect I had such a talent for this, and besides, the incestuous act between mother and son clearly brought her extra pleasure. Under my relentless, rapid tongue attack, my mother suddenly opened her mouth and let out a soft cry. A large amount of clear fluid flowed from her vulva, and then her body suddenly collapsed.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I hurriedly looked up at my mother and asked, while also licking the fluid
from my mouth. It's strange; my mother didn't explain what the liquid was. Maybe it was urine? But I just knew it was the right thing to do. Perhaps in some ways, sex really is an instinct we're born with.

"Xiaoyu... Xiaoyu is so good at this, Mommy feels so good." My mother, her eyes hazy, gestured for me to come closer. I moved forward slightly, and then my mother reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, pressing her pink, kitten-like lips to mine. Stunned, I just stood there, letting my mother kiss me. My mother then actively pried open my mouth with her soft tongue, exploring inside. Being very perceptive, I slowly began to respond to my mother's actions with my own tongue, our two tongues licking and sucking at each other, making soft smacking sounds in the quiet room.

The act of French kissing my mother left me completely blank. I just felt so happy and comfortable, as if I were floating. It felt like we could never get enough of kissing, and we maintained this kiss for a long, long time, until my hands supporting me on the bed began to tremble, and my whole body slumped between my mother's beautiful breasts, before it was forcibly stopped.

“This is kissing,” Mom said, catching her breath and smiling slightly. “Do you like it?”
“Mmm!” I answered forcefully. It was indeed very comfortable, but not mainly physical; it was the exchange of saliva and the intertwining of our tongues, as if we were having a spiritual exchange. It was intoxicating.

“So, are you ready to do…make love with Mom?” Mom asked shyly.
“Yes! Make love with Mom!” I perked up and quickly sat up.

For my first time, Mom probably didn’t intend for me to use any difficult positions; she just let me use whatever she saw. So we maintained the position of Mom lying down and me kneeling, moving our lower bodies slightly closer so that Mom could reach out and encircle my hot, hard penis. Mom pulled me forward a little more, pressing me against the spot where she had been leaking fluid, and said, "These two parts are called labia. Insert Xiaoyu's penis through the opening in the middle, and that's the vagina. Then, after it's inside, Xiaoyu's penis can move back and forth..."
"Will Mom feel good?"
"Mom will feel good." Mom blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look at me. "Xiaoyu will feel good

too." After saying that, Mom simply spread her beautiful legs in stockings slightly, forming an M shape, and continued looking to the side without saying anything. I knew it was my turn to shine. I grabbed Mom's smooth, alluring legs in black stockings and slowly placed my hot glans between her pink labia. A warm, wet sensation immediately spread to my glans, making my whole body tremble. Then, unexpectedly, my engorged penis suddenly began to throb, uncontrollably spraying streams of white, sticky semen into my mother's vagina, one spurt after another, making her lower body slippery. Then, exhausted, I collapsed onto my mother's large breasts.

My mother knew I had ejaculated uncontrollably, but didn't say anything, just gently patted my back to comfort me.

"Mom, I'm sorry… I've become even worse than Dad," I panted, lying between my mother's breasts.

My mother chuckled, "You know you're worse than Dad, huh?"

"That day, after Dad put his penis into Mom's… vagina, he peed right away."

"Silly child, that's called ejaculation." My mother gently hugged me. "From now on, Xiaoyu will be even better."

"So, from now on, I can too?" I said happily.

"It's a secret between Xiaoyu and Mom."

"Mmm!"

Thinking that I could continue to make love with my mother, I excitedly regained my erection. Mom felt something hard pressing against her stockinged thigh, and a surprised expression appeared on her flushed face: "Our baby got hard again so quickly!"

"I don't know why, I was just thinking about how I can make love with Mom in the future, and I..." My penis started to itch again, and I couldn't help but rub it against Mom's thigh again, seeking pleasure.

"This time, let Mom do it, baby, lie down and don't move."

So I lay flat on the bed, my menacing penis pointing straight at the ceiling. Mom lifted one of her beautiful black stockinged legs and gently straddled my lower body.

"Relax." Mom's face was alluring, her rosy lips slightly parted, then she closed her beautiful eyes, aligned her labia with my erect weapon, and sat down very elegantly.

"Ahhh..." Just as my glans slowly pushed open my mother's small labia, we both groaned involuntarily. Whether it was due to inexperience or my father's incompetence, my mother's vaginal opening was unusually tight. Although it was wet and hot, the feeling of my glans penetrating was incredibly difficult. Seeing my mother, despite being a mother, in pain from the penetration of my large penis, her entire body trembled. I concentrated all my strength in my lower body, holding back from ejaculating, because the pleasure my mother's vagina gave me was too intense. When my mother's trembling, beautiful legs reached their lowest point, watching my enormous penis disappear completely into her body was incredibly shocking. It felt as if thousands of tentacles inside my mother's vagina were relentlessly massaging my penis; even the slightest movement was enough to make me ejaculate uncontrollably.

After sitting completely on me, my mother's shapely buttocks, encased in black open-crotch pantyhose, took a few deep breaths, giving herself time to adjust to my thick, disproportionately large penis. She placed my hands on her firm, 34E breasts, and I began to knead them without hesitation. Having experienced breastfeeding with my mother many times while sleeping together, I knew I had to massage not only the entire breast but also the two adorable pink nipples. My mother tilted her head back, panting softly, seemingly thoroughly enjoying my caresses.

Once she was more comfortable with my thick penis inside her, she finally began to move her alluring pantyhose-clad buttocks, her warm, wet vagina stroking my penis. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, although the exquisite sensation from my mother's warm, moist vagina was almost maddening, I managed to maintain a near-critical state, continuing my battle with her snow-white flesh. After it had heated up, Mom's slender, snake-like waist began to move in mesmerizing arcs, her two enormous breasts swaying up and down with her movements, making me dizzy. I only wished my hands were big enough to grasp them completely and fondle them at will. One hand remained on her breasts to continue the assault, while the other moved down to caress her legs, which I loved most, clad in stockings. The feel of Mom's stockings was incredibly delicate, and paired with her long, slender yet perfectly proportioned legs, it was simply irresistible to a man. I completely didn't understand how I could hold back my ejaculation under such extreme stimulation. Perhaps it was my unwillingness to lose to my sexy, lustful mother's beautiful flesh, my spirit transcending the limits of my body, that allowed me to continue resisting that magic that drove men to the brink of collapse, relentlessly thrusting into her flower cave from below.

"So good, Mommy feels so good, ahh... Baby's cock is so thick, it's killing me... I'm going to die..." Mommy was riding on my cock, twisting wildly, her beautiful face flushed with excitement, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, her moist lips bitten so hard they were almost bleeding, desperately trying not to scream. I was so turned on that my mind went blank, all I could see was Mommy's perfect body riding on me, panting softly, the weapon inside her being squeezed and rubbed beyond its limit by her wet, tight hole, on the verge of numbness and loss of control.

"Mom... Mommy... I'm about to..." I felt my lower body begin to convulse violently, I opened my mouth wide and barely managed to utter a few words, clearly on the verge of an explosive ejaculation.

"Ahh, baby, Mommy is... dead... ahhh...!!"

With a wanton, high-pitched moan, Mommy's beautiful buttocks, covered in black pantyhose, slumped down, her flower path suddenly gripping my thick, powerful cock tightly. My glans, nearly numb with pleasure, thrust upwards, pressing firmly against the core of my mother's body. As I ejaculated a torrent of thick semen, I simultaneously enjoyed the scalding warmth of her vaginal fluids washing over my glans from the depths of her body. I grabbed my mother's large breasts and squeezed them hard, as if trying to squeeze out milk. My lower body, with all its might, thrust upwards against my mother's alluring, stocking-clad buttocks, as if trying to penetrate her entirely.

This numbing climax lasted for an unknown amount of time; I felt my powerfully ejaculating penis show no sign of stopping, relentlessly spraying as if my mother were draining me dry. My mother also continuously exchanged hot fluids with me deep within her body until our genitals were overflowing with a large amount of sticky, white semen.

When she finally felt her strength exhausted and stopped ejaculating, my mother collapsed limply forward onto me… or rather, pressed her large breasts against my face. We remained motionless in that position, feeling as if our brains had been drained. For a long time, all I wanted to do was lie there and rest.

After catching my breath, with my semi-erect penis still inside my mother, we rolled over to face each other. My mother straddled one of her long, pink legs, allowing me to talk while stroking her stockinged thigh. Then she began to speak. She said that my father was indeed impotent, with a small penis and premature ejaculation. Of course, she hadn't initially planned to have sex with her son. She often let me have my way out of it out of indulgence; she figured it was just the little rascal being mischievous, nothing serious would happen. However, my mother also said that my penis was unusually large, and after seeing it a few times, she couldn't help but compare it to my father's. My father was rarely home, and when he did come back, he was only left unsatisfied. My mother was a normal woman with normal physiological needs, and she was even quite sensitive. So, in the end, she thought it was better to keep the fun within the family and give it a try with her son. I asked if I did okay. She said that at first I was a little discouraged when I was quick to climax, but the next time I was so turned on I cried out in pleasure. Maybe it was because I was really big and thick, or maybe it was the forbidden pleasure of incest with her son that stimulated her, making her realize for the first time in her life that sex could be so wonderful.

"So from now on I can always be with Mom..."

"You little pervert! I must have owed you something in my past life."

I happily took the initiative to kiss my mother, and she responded enthusiastically with her tongue. I think the days to come will inevitably be filled with erotic excitement.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already making breakfast for me. My mother was wearing a sexy, sheer nightgown, which made me feel refreshed as soon as I woke up. Ignoring the eggs that were still frying on the stove, I rushed up from behind, grabbed my mother's big breasts, and inserted my penis between her thighs.

"My little pervert's awake? Hurry up and eat your food, we're going to the department store!" Mom suddenly seemed surprised but not angry at all. Perhaps, as she herself said, her doting on me had turned into tolerating anything.

Perverted as I may be, I'm basically a very obedient child. While I obediently ate my breakfast, Mom smiled and rested her chin on her hand, watching me eat, as if that alone could satisfy her curiosity.

"Why is Mom staring at me?"

"Looking at our little handsome boy." Mom said with a smile, "Our Xiaoyu is really handsome, he'll definitely be a heartthrob when he grows up."

I wisely replied, "Having Mom is enough, I don't need any other girls."

Mom happily kissed me on the forehead, then turned around to change her clothes and go out.

I ate breakfast with a sweet feeling in my heart, thinking how wonderful it was to have a mother like this. Considerate, gentle, and beautiful. And, she can even satisfy her son's sexual needs…!?

Before leaving, Mom changed into a light blue top with a white knee-length skirt and sheer nude-colored tights. I wore my usual elementary school outfit: a polo shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

Since we weren't in a rush, Mom dragged me onto the bus. Mom is always the center of attention wherever she goes, making me, the little one being led around, feel incredibly proud. The bus wasn't very crowded when we boarded, but all the seats were taken, and it didn't seem like anyone would offer me a seat. So Mom pulled me to stand by the window. Unexpectedly, at the next stop, a huge crowd boarded, pushing and shoving until the entire standing space was filled, squeezing Mom and me into the very corner.

It was better when it wasn't crowded; once it started, my mother and I were pressed tightly together. At that time, I was only about chest-high to my mother, and my head was buried between her large breasts. Smelling her fragrance, my restless penis almost immediately rose and bowed to her. Her skirt was quite thin, and my large penis, through my shorts, was positioned diagonally against her thigh. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I reached into my pocket and adjusted my position, leaving it erect between her legs. My mother looked down at me, her face flushing slightly. As the bus swayed forward, my penis rubbed against her body through her skirt. Unable to bear it any longer, and making sure my mother's body didn't completely cover me, I simply pulled my shorts down slightly, letting my swollen and throbbing penis peek out for some air. Then I lifted my mother's skirt to cover my genitals and forcefully shoved my penis between her thighs, which were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose.

My mother was clearly nervous about my unexpectedly bold action. "What are you doing, you little devil? There are a lot of people here!"

"I want to do it to Mom here," I said with a lewd smile. My mother was so nervous that she didn't know what to do, and hurriedly whispered, "Can't Mom make Xiaoyu feel good when we get home? It's not okay here!"

I didn't reply, but just kept thrusting my penis back and forth between my mother's legs as the bus moved forward. My mother's stockings and panties were very thin today, almost like she wasn't wearing anything. Every time I thrust forward, I hit the most private part of my mother's triangle, making her feel numb all over. Since the skirt was there to cover her, I simply reached out and started rubbing my mother's tempting buttocks. While enjoying the smooth feel of the stockings on my hands, I could also tease my mother's genitals through the stockings. The crowded bus only fueled my perverse desires, and my penis thrust harder and harder, almost as if it would penetrate me.

My mother, overwhelmed by my rough handling, was already somewhat dazed, her long legs trembling as she accepted my assault. Seizing the opportunity, I slipped my hand inside her stockings and panties from behind, skillfully caressing her genitals with my fingers. It was only when I touched her that I discovered her vulva was incredibly wet; if it weren't for her panties and stockings, the fluids would have already flowed down her thighs. Overwhelmed by my attack, my mother slumped down on me.

"Touch Mommy's breasts, touch Mommy's breasts," she whispered breathlessly in my ear. I readily complied, reaching under her blouse from the front and slipping inside her bra to vigorously knead her soft breasts. My hand, hidden inside her stockings and panties, caressed her clitoris incessantly, while my penis, like a rod, thrust back and forth between her legs.

While assaulting her from three directions – touching her breasts, touching her vulva, and penetrating her from the outside – we also had to be on high alert to see if anyone would discover our lewd acts on the bus. If someone did, and called the police, "Promiscuous Mother and Son Publicly Engaging in Lewd Acts on a Bus" would certainly make a great headline.

"Mom, I want to cum..." I whispered cautiously in her ear.

"Cum inside Mom's stockings." With that, Mom reached into her stockings and, through the thin fabric, grasped my thick penis. I wasted almost no time, gripping her breasts and buttocks tightly, and began ejaculating my semen into her palm. Although I had only ejaculated twice the night before, today's amount was quite substantial; I guess it was due to the stimulation of the environment. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I ejaculated into my mother's soft palm, my penis trembling as I desperately tried to suppress my gasps. After a long while, completely limp, I hastily shoved my penis back into my pants. My mother, her face flushed, seemed aroused by my actions. She breathed softly, lowered her skirt, and used her purse to shield herself, both to prevent me from further arousal and to cover her private parts from being discovered. When the bus arrived at

our destination department store, we practically fled. Passersby probably wondered what was troubling this mother and son.

We rushed into the department store, and my mother grabbed my hand and led me directly to a secluded restroom. She pulled me into the women's restroom, and after confirming no one was there, she opened a stall, went in with me, and locked the door. Just as I was wondering why my mother had dragged me in, her pretty face flushed red, and she said with a devilish smile, "You little devil, you're doomed."

My mother pulled down my shorts, made me sit on the toilet, and suddenly knelt down, taking my half-erect penis into her cute little cat mouth. Startled, I didn't know how to react, and just sat there dumbfounded, letting my mother lick my penis. My mother's tongue skillfully teased my rapidly swelling shaft, licking away all the semen left after I ejaculated on the bus. Then, while stroking my testicles, she used the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and shaft.

"…!" Being serviced by my mother's mouth, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't utter a single word. I could only stare blankly as my mother, kneeling on the ground, licked my penis with a lewd expression, as if it were a delicious treat. My mother's technique was superb. Sometimes she would take both of my testicles into her mouth in turn, sometimes she would open her mouth wide and vigorously stroke my penis, and sometimes she would use the tip of her tongue to gently pry open my urethral opening, the pleasure almost driving me mad. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my mother's oral sex, while I reached out and held her head, sitting on the toilet and moving back and forth slightly. My penis was obviously very long; even with her mouth wide open, my mother could only take in half of it, and she held the rest of the shaft tightly in her hand. Having never received oral sex before, I couldn't withstand my mother's onslaught. In just a few strokes, I felt myself reaching my limit, my entire penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother, with my penis in her mouth, clearly noticed that I was about to give up, but she didn't relax at all and continued to suck on my glans, even sucking hard. Finally, my glans, which was in my mother's mouth, felt a strong tingling and began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth that day.

Tears welled in my mother's eyes as she desperately sucked on my penis, as if trying to swallow every last drop of its thick fluid. I could see that with each ejaculation, her throat was also swallowing gushes of my filthy lustful fluid. I didn't even know how I could produce such a large amount of semen after my outburst on the bus. No wonder my mother said I wasn't growing taller because this penis was draining my nutrients.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used her tongue to scoop up all the remaining fluid. Watching my usually dignified and beautiful mother giving me such lewd service, my semi-erect penis began to swell up again. The veined shaft became even harder than before my two previous ejaculations, surprising even myself with my own remarkable resilience.

"Hehe, it's Mom's turn."

Mom stood up, took off her skirt, and then used her slender fingers to tear open the crotch of her pantyhose, which was stained white with my semen. Seeing this lewd sight, my fully recovered, erect penis trembled excitedly. Mom pulled her purple lace panties aside, revealing her wet, black pubic hair. Then, I saw Mom spread her long, stockinged legs and sit on me, adjusting the distance slightly. She used her hands to spread her lovely vulva and slowly inserted my sex weapon into her body.

"...!"

Mom's wet, hot flower path didn't need any extra caresses. Although it was extremely tight, it went straight in to the deepest point thanks to the slippery surface. Mom opened her mouth, wanting to scream but unable to. Her hands were on her beautiful legs, pinching her stockinged thighs incessantly. She was clearly enjoying the pleasure immensely. I ripped off my mother's top and purple bra in one go, grabbed her still-jiggling 34E breasts, and started pinching and kneading them.

"Baby, lick Mommy's nipples!"

Could I say no? While pinching and kneading her soft breasts, making them deform like dough with my movements, I gently sucked the pink buds into my mouth, stimulating and licking them with my tongue.

Mom clearly felt it wasn't intense enough; she reached out and grabbed my head, burying me tightly in her enormous breasts, wildly tossing her slightly curly long hair. Although I was a little breathless, I still had to continue to ravage her beautiful breasts while Mom twisted and played with my penis.

Just then, footsteps came from the women's restroom; two young women walked in. They chatted about recent gossip among their friends, but didn't seem to be using the restroom, perhaps touching up their makeup.

Hearing someone enter, Mom's body suddenly tensed, and her twisting movements slowed considerably. Somewhat amused, I then took the initiative, thrusting upwards into Mom's core from below, while forcefully squeezing her large, white breasts.

My mother kept her eyes closed and mouth open, afraid to make a sound, tears of unbearable restraint streaming from the corners of her eyes. Taking advantage of her loss of control, I gently pushed her away from my body. The moment my penis left her vagina, there was a "pop" sound, startling my mother and turning her face pale. I recklessly pushed my mother back to where I had been sitting, then, with my legs slightly bent, I thrust my penis hard into her sweet flower entrance.

"Ah…!"

My mother cried out softly, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. I ignored everything and began to thrust my hips back and forth, penetrating my mother's tight, wet, and hot secret place.

"Did you hear anything?"

one of the women asked my friend. My mother's whole body tensed even more, helplessly accepting my brutal assault, not knowing what to do.

"No? What was that?"
"I think someone said 'ah'."
"It's her using the toilet, what's it to you!"

I lifted my mother's beautiful legs into an M shape, flattening her huge breasts. Besides making it easier for me to penetrate, it also allowed me to caress my mother's overly sexy legs in sheer stockings. There was a slight splashing sound from where we were joined, and I could only hope that the two older sisters outside the door took it as the normal sound of the toilet tank.

The two outside the door continued their conversation without interruption, and my incestuous sex with my mother gradually reached its peak. In the quiet, enclosed space, someone could hear our lewd acts at any time, and the stimulation was no less than the stolen kiss on the bus earlier. Just as I felt that I was about to ejaculate, I leaned forward and kissed my mother's lips tightly. My mother, in a daze, also extended her tongue and intertwined with mine in her mouth. Finally, I thrust my lower body forward with a vengeance, breaking through the flower path and penetrating the deepest secret garden, freely spraying my lustful seeds within. My mother's flower path also contracted powerfully in waves, pouring a stream of hot love juice onto my glans, and together we reached the climax in this mother-son intercourse that was pushing us to the limit.

We quietly embraced each other, waiting for the peak to gradually subside. The two women outside the door had left the women's restroom at some point. My mother and I caught our breath, slowly put on our clothes, and glanced at each other. Then we both laughed.

We walked out of the stall, holding hands, and I said to my mother triumphantly, "Mom, didn't Xiaoyu fuck you really good just now?"

My mother shyly squeezed my hand, "You still dare to say that! Mom was almost killed by you!"

Before she could finish speaking, we saw that the women's restroom door had been pushed open, and the two women who had just left had returned, having heard our conversation and seeing the mother and son facing each other with flushed faces. My face instantly turned as red as a tomato, and one of the women stammered, "Lipstick... I forgot to take it."

My mother, embarrassed, quickly covered her face and pulled me towards the door. As the women's restroom door closed, a loud shout came from inside: "Those two were a mother and son, incest! My God!!"

Knowing nothing would happen, I grinned lewdly. My mother, both amused and annoyed, grabbed my hand and said, "You little pervert, still laughing! Wait till we get home, I'll teach you a lesson!"

The next few days at home were filled with endless passion. Whenever I had the chance, I would pester my mother for sex. My mother was surprised by my unusually strong sexual ability for my age, yet she couldn't resist my advances and accepted my advances time and time again. The kitchen, the living room, even the balcony bore the marks of our intense encounters. Sometimes, my mother would even take the initiative to strip naked, wearing only pantyhose, and trap my head between her 34E breasts from behind, inevitably leading to another round of lewd battles.

Worried that I was overexerting myself but couldn't resist having sex with my son, my mother resorted to dietary supplements. Lately, I've been eating a lot of high-protein, fresh seafood, and my libido seems even stronger. Sometimes my mother wonders if I'm really twelve? Although I'm still short, sexually, I've surpassed many adults.

This period of somewhat promiscuous behavior with my mother ended after my father returned from his business trip. Unable to have sex with my mother for a while, we both seemed very uncomfortable. I thought my mother would settle for my father. However, one night when I got up to get a drink, I heard arguing coming from my parents' room. After eavesdropping for a while, I discovered that my father wanted to have sex with my mother but was firmly rejected, which strangely made me happy. I guess I've unconsciously come to consider my mother my only woman.

The next day, my mother helped me get a leave of absence from school and used her accumulated annual leave from work. Before noon, she packed a few bags and drove me out. I could tell my mother wasn't in a good mood, but I didn't dare ask her what was wrong.

After driving for what seemed like hours, we arrived at a famous hot spring resort, where she took me out of the car to check in.

"Xiaoyu, we'll stay here. Shall we come to the hot springs tonight?" my mother said, forcing a smile.
"Okay," I nodded obediently.

After checking into the hotel, my mother took me for a stroll to see the scenery. She seemed a little down, but I didn't know how to comfort her. After walking for a long time, we reached the beach. Seeing the vast sea, my mother finally smiled a little and took my hand to step onto the sand. She asked me, "Sweetie, if Mommy and Daddy divorce, will you support Mommy?"

I was a little shocked to hear this. Although I didn't understand adult matters, did this mean I wouldn't have a father anymore? But then again, it didn't really matter whether I had a father or not; he basically didn't live at home. And most importantly, he would steal my woman!

"Yes, I will. I'll always be on Mom's side."
"Good girl, Mom loves you the most." Mom hugged me tightly, touched, then looked around to make sure no one else was there before lowering her head and kissing me passionately. Without hesitation, I reciprocated with a tongue-to-tongue kiss. After a long while, we finally separated, panting.

"Let's go shopping! Let's buy clothes!" Mom's mood suddenly brightened, and she happily grabbed my hand and started running.
"Okay!"

So Mom led me through the shopping streets of the city. We bought almost anything and wore it, quickly changing all our clothes. Mom bought me a well-fitting t-shirt and jeans, along with a pair of expensive sneakers. She bought herself a green short-sleeved silk top, a white skirt, pink canvas shoes, and the very delicate gray opaque tights she was already wearing.

Mom, dressed in a brand new outfit, beamed with pride as she led me, skipping and hopping through the shopping street. We went into every store we saw, our mood a world apart from when we first left. Then we came across a denim store. Mom said she wanted to buy a denim skirt and asked if I thought it was okay. Of course, I said yes; Mom looks good in anything.

Mom picked out four or five different styles and sizes of denim skirts and went into the fitting room. I sat obediently outside, waiting for her. A few seconds later, Mom opened the door, peeked in, and then pulled me into the fitting room. A little confused, I stared blankly at Mom. Her beautiful face, with a very seductive expression and tone, whispered in my ear, "Want to make love to Mom here?"

Hearing this fatal invitation, my eyes widened, and my breathing became heavy. My innocent eyes instantly transformed into a murky state of lust. Mom's cherry lips pressed against mine, and our tongues passionately explored each other. I reached my small hands under my mother's green silk blouse and lifted up her clothes and bra, then mercilessly kneaded her pink and white breasts. Just like the time I raped her in the department store restroom, my mother raised her head, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. Not wanting to be outdone, my mother brushed away my hands, squatted down in front of me, took off my recently bought jeans, and pulled down my underwear to let my already thick and swollen penis breathe. As soon as my penis popped out of my underwear, my mother couldn't wait to snatch it into her mouth. Her nimble tongue played with my thick shaft, and of course, my testicles also received the caress of my mother's delicate hands. Every inch of my penis was glistening and slippery with my mother's saliva.

I swayed my hips back and forth, wanting to release my desire into my mother's lovely mouth. However, my mother discovered my intentions. She gently pinched the base of my penis and then waved her right index finger in front of me, indicating no. I pouted in protest. My mother quickly made a move to appease me. She turned around, her shapely buttocks, clad in elastic gray pantyhose, facing me. She lifted the denim skirt she was trying on to her waist, then deliberately used her long nails to make a slit in the mysterious triangle area of the gray pantyhose, pushing aside the black lace panties underneath. She turned her head and licked her red lips, saying, "Welcome..."

Before the beautiful woman in front of me could even finish speaking, I had already thrust my penis, which seemed to be calling out for me to fuck her, into my mother's sweet flower. No need for any tedious foreplay, my mother's vagina was already completely wet, the warm, narrow passage pressing against the intruder beneath me from all sides. I kicked off my jeans and moved my legs forward slightly so that with each thrust of my penis, I could also slam my legs against my mother's beautiful legs clad in opaque gray pantyhose. My hands weren't idle either; I reached up to my mother's chest, wantonly kneading her enormous 34E breasts. Under my stimulation, her two small pink nipples quickly hardened and stood erect, only further highlighting the lewdness of their owner compared to the softer mounds of flesh below.

My thick, hard penis thrust back and forth with incredible difficulty within my mother's vagina, the narrow passage constantly tightening yet becoming increasingly wet and hot. The smooth stockings rubbed against my thighs, the deadly silky touch intoxicating me each time. Not to mention those constantly swaying, snow-white breasts—what man could resist such temptation?

Feeling almost about to ejaculate, I quickly withdrew my penis and changed position. My mother, feeling the emptiness within her vagina, couldn't help but sigh softly. I turned my mother to face me, lifted one of her beautiful legs and placed it on the chair beside her, then inserted my swollen penis back into her from the front. I kissed my mother's beautiful, stockinged leg as she lifted it, thrusting relentlessly into her clitoris. Lifting one leg seemed to make it easier to penetrate deeper, each thrust bringing a surge of heat. Soon, with a tremor throughout her body, her vagina gripped my penis tightly, making it almost impossible to move. Then, a torrent of hot semen gushed from our joined bodies. Not yet reaching my own climax, I continued to thrust relentlessly into the beautiful woman before me, intending to reach the peak of sexual pleasure together while her climax was still lingering.

"Does the dress fit?" a shop assistant's voice suddenly came from outside. My mother swallowed hard, replying with difficulty, "It's...it's not bad, I'll try it on...I'll try it on a few more times..."
"Okay, please let us know if there are any problems."

Finally, at the very end of the conversation, I gripped my mother's stockinged buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis forward with force, releasing my long-suppressed thick semen deep into her vagina, gushing out in continuous streams. My mother hugged me tightly to her chest, breathing heavily, letting her son release his thick, lustful fluids into her womb. It took a long time for us to recover from the afterglow of our climax, and then we began to tidy our disheveled clothes. But as soon as I pulled my semi-erect penis out of her vagina, a large gush of thick, white semen gushed out, startling her.

My mother frantically rummaged through her bag for anything she could find to wipe the mess I had made on her stockings. After a flurry of activity, she managed to make the white semen less noticeable on her gray pantyhose before heading out to pay.

"Does it fit, miss?" the sales clerk asked kindly at the counter.
"It fits perfectly. I don't want to take it off, so I'll buy it all. How much is it?" She really had to buy it, because she had used it all to wipe away my leaked semen!
"The total is..." the clerk announced a number. Mom casually pulled out a wad of banknotes and put them on the counter, then grabbed me and hurriedly ran out of the store.

Haha, having sex with my own mother in the changing room was so incredibly satisfying!

Back at the hotel, after dinner, Mom led me back to our room, her eyes filled with deep affection the whole way. To outsiders, it was just a display of intimacy between mother and son, but only I knew how complex that look contained. Perhaps it included familial love, romantic love, and an overwhelming, palpable lust.

The hot spring hotel where we stayed had a mixed-gender public bath and individual wooden tubs on our room balconies. Of course, given the impure bond between Mom and me, we just stayed in our room for a private soak.

Mom stripped us both naked and took us outside, turning on the water to help me wash up. Although we'd been having sex almost every day for a while and I was used to seeing Mom's naked body, every time I saw her shapely figure, my groin still felt a surge of awe. Especially the way my mother bathed me reminded me that our current physical relationship stemmed from her bathing me. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing, for a blush crept onto her beautiful face as she looked at me tenderly. While

I rinsed off the soap, my mother went back to her room and brought out a small bag, placing it on the table on the balcony. I looked at her, puzzled, and she gave me a mysterious look.

After we washed ourselves, we soaked in the wooden tub, enjoying the hot spring water flowing from the tap. Although it wasn't as large as the hot springs outside, it was still pleasant for the two of us to quietly enjoy our own world. My mother sat behind me, embracing me from behind, her large breasts pressed against my back in the water, sending a shiver down my spine from the soft touch. My mother clearly knew I wouldn't be too well-behaved today, so she took the initiative. She placed her soft, boneless hands under my crotch and began skillfully stroking my penis, which was gradually unfolding in the hot water. My mother, already very familiar with my sensitive areas, used her smooth fingertips to tease the groove where my glans met the shaft, as well as my two large testicles. She would occasionally stroke the urethral opening on my glans, making me tremble with pleasure. Not wanting to be the only one being attacked, I reached down to my mother's most private parts, gently pinching her clitoris with my fingers and lightly squeezing her labia, occasionally inserting my entire finger into her vagina.

Having already mastered the technique, I had little patience. I turned to face my mother and launched my assault on her enormous breasts. I fondled those tender white breasts from bottom to top with kneading motions, and the two pink nipples quickly became engorged and erect. My mother's breasts were not only large and soft, but also exceptionally firm, showing no signs of sagging even when she wasn't wearing a bra. My already small hands looked disproportionately small as I rubbed them; even with both hands, I couldn't grasp one of those incredibly full orbs.

My mother didn't let me continue caressing her breasts. Instead, she brushed my hands away and lowered herself down, gently using the valley formed by her breasts to clamp my penis between them at the surface of the water. Having never tried this before, I suddenly found it hard to breathe. My mother pushed her breasts from both sides, clamping my erection between them, and began to move them up and down. The warm, soft, and elastic feeling of those two mounds of flesh was indescribable. My swollen glans moved in and out of my mother's cleavage with the movement of her breasts, like a giant snake in a valley. Occasionally, when it reached its highest point, my mother would stick out her tongue and lick my glans. Throughout this, my mother looked at me with seductive eyes, making me so happy that I couldn't speak. Later, my mother simply took advantage of her large breasts and the length of my penis, and directly took my protruding glans into her mouth, and continued to squeeze and move it with her snow-white breasts. My mother not only gave me visual stimulation, but also used the tip of her tongue to draw circles on my huge glans, letting me enjoy the pleasure of both the head and shaft being carefully served.

"Almost...almost..." I managed to utter a few words with great difficulty. From the sudden increase in the size of my penis, my mother could tell that I was about to ejaculate, but she squeezed my thick shaft even tighter, signaling with her eyes that I could just ejaculate like that. Unable to endure any longer, I thrust my lower body upwards, letting my throbbing glans ejaculate thick semen into my mother's mouth. The violent thrusting seemed uninterrupted. My mother, with tears welling in her eyes, struggled to close them, her throat pounding as she swallowed all my semen. But the amount and speed of the ejaculation far exceeded her expectations, causing copious amounts of white fluid to spill from the corners of her mouth. The scene was incredibly lewd.

After I had released my essence into my mother's mouth, she released her large breasts, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth. Then, as if still wanting more, she stuck out her tongue to lick the semen spilling from the corners of her mouth, as if craving more. My thick penis, surprisingly, showed no signs of shrinking, still pointing straight at the beautiful woman's body before me. Excited, I moved forward slightly, ready to mount her, but then I saw my mother nimbly jump out of the pool, escaping my grasp.

"Wait a minute..."

Mom quickly dried herself off, then took out the small package from the balcony table and quickly put it on. At first, I thought it was black pantyhose. But when Mom unfolded it, I realized it was a full-body pantyhose, from the neck down, body, hands, and of course, legs to toes, all covered in very fine black semi-transparent pantyhose material. The only opening was the female private parts, with an empty crotch, clearly designed for men to penetrate a woman's private garden from that area.

"This was bought from abroad..." Mom lightly returned to the hot spring pool and soaked herself. My eyes were already burning with desire, and my little devil hands attacked Mom's body. This pantyhose made every part of my body feel equally deadly and tempting. After Mom put on this special pantyhose, it was as if her whole body was an erogenous zone. No matter which part I caressed, she could only tremble and let out soft moans. My hands roamed freely over my mother's curvaceous body, especially her two 34E breasts encased in stockings. The smooth, soft flesh of her breasts was a double dose of pleasure, and in an instant, my swollen, almost purple penis nearly shot out.

My mother sat by the pool, her exposed lower body thrusting forward. I unceremoniously pressed my thick penis against her pubic hairy triangle, supporting her slender waist in black stockings with both hands. Slowly, I used the head of my penis, the size of an egg, to force open her pink labia, penetrating her with my pent-up member.

"Ahhh..." My mother struggled to endure my penetration. Perhaps due to her naturally tight vagina or my excessive size, no matter how many times we had sex, each penetration felt like a new beginning for her. My penis slowly broke through her resistance, pushing the hot head to the deepest part of her wet, warm passage, before slowly withdrawing. Each movement elicited sweet moans from my mother's adorable little mouth. I moved my hand behind her incredibly soft, pantyhose-clad buttocks and began to thrust into her honeypot with increasing speed, back and forth. Having had countless sexual encounters with my mother, I moved my engorged penis in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, drawing the tender flesh of her honeyed passage in and out. Unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure, my mother opened her little mouth, yearning for my love. I didn't disappoint her, quickly kissing her lips and sucking her sweet saliva with my tongue. The piston-like movements inside my mother also caused the water to ripple, the hot spring water in the bath splashing with each thrust of my hips.

"Mommy loves you... Mommy loves my baby..." my mother confessed, her voice filled with tears, which moved me even more as I passionately kissed her, causing me to thrust even faster and faster. Suddenly, I pulled my thick, hard penis completely out, making my mother feel a sudden emptiness, and she sighed softly. But I never disappoint my mother; I quickly flipped her over, making her lie face down by the pool, her sexy, stocking-clad buttocks slightly raised, and then thrust into her again from behind in a doggy-style position.

"Too deep...too deep!"

With my mother's cries, I resumed thrusting my thick, powerful penis, almost plunging all the way in each time, squeezing the head into her secret garden. My hands weren't idle either; I reached down to my mother's chest, forcefully grabbing her 34E breasts, which swayed violently back and forth beneath black stockings, and roughly kneading her sticky, sexy white breasts.

My mother, already trembling all over from my fucking, still didn't forget to sway her hips back and forth to match my full-force thrusts, crying and moaning loudly. The fiery vagina, with its countless tiny folds, tightened its grip on my penis with each increasingly rapid thrust. The splashes of water from my movements grew larger and more violent, as if trying to drain the entire pool dry. My two enormous testicles slammed against my mother's stocking-clad buttocks, the sounds filling the balcony. The pleasure surged relentlessly, seemingly without end, pushing my sexual limits until my enormous penis swelled to an absurd degree, yearning to unleash its venomous desire into the body of this beautiful, lustful beast before me.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Oh...!"

"Cum inside, cum inside Mommy's body, let Mommy give birth to a child for me... Ahhhhh!!"

I was almost unconscious from the intense pleasure, driven only by instinct. With a fierce determination, I thrust my penis, which could no longer withstand the intense stimulation, deep into my mother's body, forcing the glans into her uterus, and wildly ejaculating the seeds of lust into her secret garden. The seemingly endless, intense ejaculation stimulated my mother, causing her to arch her back and let out a long, drawn-out cry. We trembled violently, our bodies pressed together, our minds and souls intertwined in this ceaseless ejaculation, yearning for more from each other's bodies, as if we were melting, forever.

The ejaculation inside my mother felt like an eternity; I could almost hear the spray of her white fluids hitting her uterus. A torrent of semen mixed with my mother's juices gushed from our point of union, flowing down her pantyhose and splashing into the hot spring water, covering the surface with traces of our lovemaking. As the

unprecedented climax gradually subsided, I remained in the doggy-style position, limp behind my mother, panting heavily. My mother, exhausted, lay motionless on the edge of the pool. For a while, I worried that she might have fainted or something had happened. After a long while, my mother came to her senses, her face filled with happiness as she asked for a kiss. I pulled out my semi-erect penis and moved to lie down next to my mother, only to see that her vagina, as if a bottle stopper had been pulled out, gushed out a torrent of white semen, which all splashed into the pool in one go.

We exchanged saliva, half-immersed in the pool, savoring the afterglow of our climax. I reached out and hugged my mother, continuing to caress her delicate black bodysuit, as if afraid I'd never be able to touch it again.

"Baby," my mother said sweetly, her hand lovingly exploring my softening penis, gently squeezing the shaft to try and extract all the semen.

"What is it?" Under my mother's caresses, I showed signs of reawakening. No way? If I keep going, will I die from exhaustion?

"Hmm... nothing, I'll tell you when we get home." My mother smiled mysteriously.
"Okay."

Then I rolled over and sat on the edge of the pool, letting my mother sit on my lap, shaking my now erect penis, looking at her with embarrassment.

"Again? No way?! I'm going to die!" My mother looked at my engorged weapon with some fear.

"Just once more, Mom, just once more..." Then, without thinking twice, I thrust my penis into Mom's flower-like vagina again, filling the lewd space with sweet moans once more...

Two days later, I returned home. The first thing Mom announced was that she was divorcing Dad. Dad didn't react much; he simply went out with Mom to complete the paperwork, packed his things, and moved out the next day—I think he flew to the mainland? It was then that Mom told me that Dad had another woman outside, even a second home, so he was leaving the house to us, barely compensating us, his heartless son and me.

Actually, I didn't dare say anything, after all, his wife and I had also made him a cuckold!
I was very curious about what kind of woman Dad's other woman was, but firstly, she had to be able to tolerate a short, prematurely ejaculating penis, right?

The second announcement shocked me so much I didn't know how to react.

"Mom is pregnant."
"Huh?"

My mind completely blank, I just stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react. My mother slowly and deliberately told me that she initially thought having sex with me wouldn't lead to pregnancy... after all, I was just a twelve-year-old sixth-grade kid. Later, when she discovered I wasn't a normal kid at all, and my semen sprayed like a waterfall, it was too late. She decided to just go all out, since she was already considering divorce anyway! My father would just think it was from some unknown boyfriend of my mother's, and as for our friends and family, they could just think it was from before the divorce. Anyway, she was determined to give birth and raise the child.

I, on the other hand, was a bit of a headache. Becoming a father at twelve seemed like a fantasy to me, something I had never even considered. Would the child I had be my younger brother or sister, or a son or a daughter?

"Don't worry about that, you brat. We'll think about it after the baby is born," my mother chuckled, sitting on my lap. She gently lifted her black silk skirt, revealing her beautiful legs encased in black sheer pantyhose, and placed my hand on them, stroking them back and forth.

"There's still plenty of time before Xiaoyu's baby is born, we can play for a long, long time..."
"Hehe, Mom's so horny..."

He quickly responded to his mother's seductive teasing. In the dimly lit living room, the sounds of intense physical contact and sweet moans between the beautiful woman and the young man echoed once more. But that's another story, one that's very explicit and violent...

After reading the following, you might call me a beast or some kind of scumbag, which aren't very nice words. But there are indeed many things in this world that you can't imagine but are constantly happening. What happened in my family might fall into this category.

My name is Xia Qingyu, and I'm an only child. Although sometimes I envy other families with siblings to keep them company, it's not that my mother doesn't want to have one or two more children, but no matter what, my younger brother or sister just won't appear (I found out the reason later). It's not bad, being an only child has its advantages. My parents treat me like a treasure, and I never lack for food, drink, or toys. Our family's economic situation is above average. My dad often travels for work, and it's common for him to be away from home for three or four days at a time. Sometimes, for places far away, he might not come home for three or four weeks. My mom works for a fairly large company and has a regular working life. Therefore, although my dad is rarely home, my mom takes good care of me. Because I spend every day with my mom, we have a better relationship. In contrast, while my relationship with my dad isn't like that of strangers, when he comes home, he just greets us and says something like, "You've worked hard." My dad knows he's been neglecting his family, so he ensures we live a very comfortable life. My mom is a very independent woman. Although my dad is rarely home, I've never heard her complain. At most, she might grumble when he comes back from a trip abroad about why he didn't buy me an expensive handbag, haha!

Given this lifestyle, it's natural that my mom has been in charge of my upbringing and education from childhood to adulthood. Whether it was kindergarten, elementary school, or junior high school, my mom never missed a single school event that required parental attendance. Although I have no siblings, I have something to brag about: I have a beautiful mother. She gave birth to me at twenty-two, which isn't particularly young, but compared to the modern society where people tend to marry and have children later in life, it's still quite different. Having a young and beautiful mother was a source of pride when I was little; I always compared everything! Looking at my mother and comparing her to others… you could tell how lucky I was. My mother isn't the dazzling beauty of a big star, but rather possesses an elegant, refined air. She seems very quiet and has a great temperament. When she smiles, her small, cat-like mouth slightly upturns, and her almond-shaped eyes, while not particularly large, are very bright and captivating. Her slightly wavy black hair is meticulously maintained, like that of a shampoo commercial model. Even after giving birth to me, she maintained a great figure. People were often surprised to see her with me, her little devil, and they were amazed that she was already married and had a child.

However, being an only child and primarily raised by my mother, there are some things I couldn't learn from her, such as knowledge about my own body. Around third grade, the school held a pole-climbing competition. It was actually a really silly sport; you had to climb iron railings that were about two stories high, like a monkey. There were about ten of these railings next to the school's sports field, specifically for pole climbing. I wasn't particularly athletic, but I was pretty good at pole climbing (probably because I was skinny). Many chubby classmates couldn't even get more than ten centimeters off the ground after climbing up, so I was often called on by the teacher to demonstrate. The more I demonstrated, the faster I climbed, and that's how I discovered things I wouldn't normally notice. When I wrapped my legs tightly around the iron bar and climbed upwards, my penis would rub against the bar forcefully and rapidly through my sweatpants. I was young then, and I accidentally discovered that the faster I climbed and the harder the friction, the itchier my penis became. At that time, I didn't understand what pleasure was, and I didn't get an erection; I just felt a special tingling and itching sensation in my penis when climbing the pole, and a feeling of wanting to pee. When I first discovered this, I quickly jumped down and ran to the school toilet, but I couldn't pee even after standing there for a long time. When I went back to the pole climbing area, I found that tingling and numb feeling in my penis returned, and the more times I climbed and the faster I went, the stronger the itchy and slightly pleasurable feeling became. I didn't ask my teacher or mother why this was happening; I just thought it was a little secret that made my penis feel good.

Not long after, the showerhead in our bathroom broke down for some reason, and for a while, hot water was basically sprayed directly from the pipe. That's when I discovered that spraying my penis with the water jet produced the same tingling and itchy feeling as when I climbed the pole. This was a very novel discovery for me, because I didn't have to go to the school pole climbing area to make my penis feel good anymore; I could do it right in my own bathroom with a water jet. At that time, I didn't even know I could use my hands; I was just a little kid in third grade.

Even after the showerhead at home was fixed, I would still remove it and just rinse with the hose. Around fifth grade, I discovered my penis was erect, transforming from a small lump into a large, veiny rod. Rinsing the enlarged head with water felt even better (at that time, the foreskin was still covering it). After rinsing with the water on full blast for a few minutes, the head would become increasingly sore and numb, reaching a state I can't describe—so pleasurable it was almost unbearable, sending shivers down my spine. A few seconds later, I would suddenly not want to rinse anymore. At that time, I didn't know how to ejaculate; it was purely an erection, reaching a slightly weaker orgasm than after full maturity, but I still enjoyed it immensely.

Fifth graders are still quite mischievous; roughhousing and fighting were commonplace. Once, during cleaning time, the floor had just been mopped and was still wet. I was running and jumping around with my classmates, laughing and playing, when I accidentally slipped on a wet patch and fell down the stairs. My classmates were terrified and started crying, and the teacher rushed over to take me to the infirmary. I was in so much pain that I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, dumbfounded, as the teacher carried me to the infirmary, and then we were taken to the hospital. After a thorough examination, they found that my right arm was fractured and I would have to wear a cast for several months; my left fingers were also bruised, and I couldn't use them for the time being. This was really bad. I'm right-handed, and I really can't do anything without my right hand. That day, my mother rushed to the hospital from her workplace, crying her eyes out. I could only awkwardly say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu was naughty." My mother hugged me, crying and comforting me, saying, "It's okay, Xiaoyu, it doesn't hurt, Mom doesn't blame you."

When I got home that day, I realized how miserable I was. I couldn't even eat or open the door by myself. My mother had to follow me closely, helping me with all sorts of chores. The first embarrassing thing my mother did for me was going to the toilet. Needless to say, my right hand was in a cast, and my left fingers were also injured. I didn't even have the strength to pull down my pants. It was the first time I had felt so powerless, and I cried in desperation. My mom had initially tried letting me go to the bathroom alone, but when she heard me crying inside, she realized it wouldn't work and rushed in to help. She had taken leave from work, still wearing her office lady outfit, and squatted down next to me, who was quite short at the time, to help me unzip my pants. My left hand naturally rested on her thigh, which was taut under her skirt and clad in stockings. That's when I realized how wonderful stockings felt to the touch. Thin yet shiny, smooth and soft, they felt incredibly comfortable. Even though my left hand was just resting there, a slippery sensation traveled from my palm to my brain, bringing a slight pleasure.

After my mom unzipped my pants, my little penis, which she hadn't seen in a long time, was finally exposed. It was limp and unable to urinate, so my mom gently cupped it in her soft, white hand, waiting for me to urinate. My little penis, gripped by my mother's hand, was momentarily tense and itchy. My left hand, which should have been weak, suddenly gripped her thigh, which was covered in shiny, skin-colored stockings. The smooth touch from her left hand, combined with the soft, boneless caress of my penis by her small, supple hand, caused my penis, which usually only became erect when exposed to water during baths, to suddenly swell uncontrollably and rapidly. In less than a few dozen seconds, it had become a large, veiny penis. My mother's beautiful phoenix eyes widened in surprise as she watched my penis grow larger and larger, pointing forward at a ninety-degree angle, and rising higher and higher. Perhaps it couldn't be called a little penis anymore; it was a fully erect penis.

Any man knows that it's impossible to urinate when erect. Especially when you have the urge to urinate and still have an erection, it's a very painful thing. My mother didn't know what to do, so she could only hold my hard penis, squatting beside me, stunned. Even though he was her own son, seeing me with an erect penis must have been quite embarrassing. Back then, I was only in fifth grade, so I wasn't embarrassed. It was just incredibly painful not being able to pee with my erection. I tried to force it out, but couldn't, and my face contorted in agony.

"Mom, I can't pee..." I managed to squeeze out a sentence, turning to my mother.

She remained staring wide-eyed, unsure what to do. Being quite experienced with my own penis (in my arrogance), I naively added my own secret: "I spray my penis hard with the hose when I shower, and it shrinks after a while."

My mother was clearly even more shocked, obviously surprised that her precious son already knew how to masturbate. After what seemed like an eternity, I was still painfully holding my penis in my mother's hand.

"Still can't pee..." I groaned in pain.

My mother looked at me, then down at my erect penis, sighed, then withdrew her left hand and used her right to reach behind me, gently grasping my penis, and began to slowly stroke it back and forth.

Receiving sexual stimulation from someone other than myself for the first time, powerful currents surged continuously from my penis, its size growing ever larger, making my breathing rapid and labored. Aside from that penis, I was still just a kid, unable to withstand such stimulation. In no time, I felt myself reaching a level that normally took a long time to achieve, and it was more intense than ever before, like urine was about to burst from my head, so violent it was unbearable.

"I peed…!"
Reaching my peak, my legs gave way, and I collapsed onto my mother, knocking her against the wall. My injured left hand gripped her soft, stockinged thigh tightly. Then, my penis, still held by my mother, instinctively thrust forward, for the first time ever, pushing half of the previously covered glans out from under the foreskin. The wide-open urethral opening pressed against my mother's thigh, clad in shiny, skin-colored stockings, and began to fiercely ejaculate my first virgin semen in eleven years. I'd never seen my penis ejaculate before, even when I used water to masturbate. Now, streams of thick, yellowish-white semen, though not much, splattered all over my mother's stockings. My mind was blank from the pleasure, but instinctively I wanted to grab something. I gripped my mother's stockinged leg tightly, thrusting my hips back and forth, making her delicate right hand rub my ejaculating penis.

Clearly, my mother and I were stunned, leaning against the wall, unresponsive for several seconds. Only after I'd finished ejaculating and my breathing had calmed down did I fearfully say, "Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu peed on your leg."

My mother, who hadn't reacted at all, finally smiled slowly. "Silly Xiaoyu, that wasn't pee."

"Not pee?" I asked, confused. "Then what was it?"

"Xiaoyu will know later." My mother chuckled, then pulled her hand back, grabbed a towel from the wall hanger, and carefully wiped my penis, which had begun to shrink after ejaculation. The glans, which had been half-exposed, had retracted back into the foreskin. As Mom wiped my penis with a towel, I unconsciously stared at her beautiful legs in stockings, stained with my semen, and a strange feeling seemed to be sprouting within me. After Mom finished wiping my penis, she began to clean her own stockinged legs, which were stained with my virgin semen.

Looking back now, I think my relationship with Mom and my increasingly severe stocking fetish probably started around that time.

The next day, Mom came to pick me up after school and work. When we got home, Mom started preparing to help me take a bath. I had fallen and injured myself at school yesterday, and then ejaculated on Mom's leg in the bathroom, which made me so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got to my room, so I was still all dirty. Mom knew that I probably couldn't bathe myself, so she rolled up her sleeves and took me into the bathroom to help me take off my clothes. Mom probably thought that she would have to change her clothes later anyway, so she simply wore her work suit while bathing me. Back then I was too young to protest. If it were now, I'd probably force my mom to take off all my clothes to wash them together, right? No, maybe not completely naked, just wearing stockings, and then… but that was a long time later.

“Oh, I forgot to take off my stockings.”
My mom was probably so used to stockings being part of her clothes that she started bathing me without even taking them off. She only realized the black sheer pantyhose were still on her legs after she'd stripped me naked and lathered me with soap. They were already half-wet, so she just kept them on while bathing me. Hearing her say she'd forgotten to take them off made me strangely happy; my pantyhose fetish had definitely kicked in.

My mom rolled up her sleeves, squatted in front of me, and started vigorously lathering me with soap. Then, instinctively, she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her entire lower body, covered in black pantyhose, to my view. I could vaguely see a beautiful white thong through the crotch of her stockings (I didn't know that was sexy back then). The half-wet sheer pantyhose made her snow-white thighs look exceptionally beautiful. My mom rubbed my body back and forth, so I had to put my left hand on her stockinged legs for balance, and also take the opportunity to touch the stockings. With something to see and something to touch, I was absolutely thrilled. Having already enjoyed the pleasure of silk stockings and beautiful legs yesterday, my penis was already erect and ready to pay homage to her before she even touched it. It was getting bigger and more swollen, the red shaft pointing directly at her beautiful eyes.

Mom slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, pretending nothing was wrong, and continued to rub my body all over. But no matter how she rubbed, she wouldn't budge my swollen penis. Having learned yesterday how pleasurable it was for my penis to be touched by my mother, I cunningly went to the toilet, frowned, and asked my mother for help, "Mom, I need to pee."

"If you need to pee, just pee, don't be shy," Mom smiled at me.

"I can't pee..." I held my penis up to the toilet, lowered my head, and made a painful face, swaying my erect penis back and forth. Actually, I didn't really need to pee, but having my penis constantly hard was indeed uncomfortable. Mom seemed to think for a moment, then, as if unable to bear it any longer, she reached out and encircled my penis with her small hand.

Like a thief who had just succeeded, I immediately turned around to face my squatting mother, letting her delicate, snow-white hand gently stroke my fierce penis that was pointing at her face.

"Why are you turning around, you brat?" Mom frowned, but her light movements didn't stop.

"Nothing..." I said guiltily. Looking back now, I realize I was getting increasingly naughty back then, even knowing that semen shouldn't be ejaculated in the toilet, but rather towards a beautiful woman to avoid waste.

"You brat..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I, with absolutely no patience, savored the tender care my mother's small hand provided to my penis, and within moments felt a fatally pleasurable sensation shoot straight to my spine. That feeling of wanting to pee so badly, like yesterday, returned uncontrollably, and seemed even stronger. I thrust my hips forward, half of my glans protruding from the foreskin, and then, with unusual force, I ejaculated my second load of semen onto my beautiful mother, following yesterday's. This ejaculation, accompanied by waves of stimulating pleasure, was incredibly powerful. My mother, who probably thought she wouldn't be sprayed, accepted my facial ejaculation without flinching. The first stream of white semen landed directly on my mother's beautiful face, and the second, less forceful, shot onto her pantyhose, which were completely exposed after she rolled up her skirt, specifically onto her crotch. The third, weaker burst followed, with only a tiny bit landing on the bathroom floor.

"You brat…!" My mother was clearly frightened again, just like yesterday. Thinking back, it seems like she's been frightened (by semen) every day. My mother quickly released her right hand from my penis, trying to block the incoming semen, but it was too late; the first two powerful bursts had already hit her. After the first two bursts, I lost all my ejaculation power. No matter how powerful I am, I'm still just a brat. I immediately feigned innocence and fear, as if it had all been an accident.

"Mom, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu again..."

Mom gave me another look as if she couldn't stand it, then turned to grab a towel to clean up. A thin stream of semen slowly slid down Mom's pretty face, dripping onto her chin. The white semen that sprayed onto Mom's crotch, set against her black sheer pantyhose, was even more obscene, beyond description. Mom probably hadn't expected a fifth-grader to have such force, which is why she hadn't thought to avoid it.

Mom quickly wiped away the semen from her face and the crotch of her pantyhose, giving my bottom a light pat on the shoulder, saying, "Didn't you need to pee?"

"Oh." Only then did I remember I should pee. Although my main purpose was actually to get Mom to help me ejaculate, I still had to pretend to pee. I turned around so my limp penis was facing the toilet, barely releasing a tiny amount of urine, then turned back with a grin, saying I was done.

"Okay? Come on, let's rinse."

Mom pulled me closer and started rinsing the soap off my body with the showerhead. Then she quickly dried me off, finally ending my somewhat unexpected yet incredibly stimulating facial ejaculation experience.

For a while afterward, although my left hand was better and I could move it, my right hand was still in a cast. Therefore, Mom still had to bathe this little pervert. However, since that first bath experience, Mom started remembering to take off her stockings first. Although I could still see Mom's long, snow-white legs, I don't know if it was because I no longer had my favorite stockings, but I no longer got an erection as instantly as the first time. It only got slightly erect when Mom lathered my penis with soap, and it would immediately subside as soon as Mom removed her hand and started rinsing me off, making it impossible for me to use the urge to pee trick to get Mom to make me feel good anymore.

Although I wasn't getting to enjoy that for the time being, perhaps because I behaved much better afterward, my mother probably only considered those two experiences as isolated incidents and didn't treat me like a little pervert. Her guard was lowered considerably. Sometimes she would come into the bathroom to bathe me wearing only a tank top, and you could even see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, with her two big breasts swaying under her clothes. Occasionally, some water would splash on them, and you could almost see the two protruding nipples. At that time, although I was a little horny, I wasn't to the point of being "desperate." At most, I was just curious about what those two big things looked like, swaying around as if they were very elastic, and wondered if they would feel good to touch.

The day that my mundane daily bathing routine changed again was a bit hot, and I was already covered in sweat and smelled bad before I even entered the bathroom. After my mother stripped me naked, she turned on the tap, but accidentally didn't control the water flow properly, and the hose jumped a few times, splashing water all over herself. Mom looked like she'd worked up a good sweat all day. After thinking for a moment, she started filling the bathtub with hot water, then put her beautiful hair up in a bun and began taking off her clothes.

"Mom, how about taking a bath with Xiaoyu while we're at it?" Mom smiled innocently at me. Could I say no? I could only nod vigorously!

I'd forgotten how old I was when I last bathed with Mom; it was a long time ago, so I had no recollection. Maybe I'd gotten used to bathing alone since elementary school, so Mom's naked body felt like a memory from a past life.

I sat by the bathtub filled with hot water, watching Mom's movements. Mom slowly unbuttoned her white suit shirt, revealing her breasts encased in a pinkish-green bra; then she removed her beige suit skirt, slowly rolling down her sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose from her waist, revealing a pinkish-green lace pantyhose that clearly matched her bra. Just seeing this was already a bit much for me. Even though I was only eleven, some things are controlled by instinct. My previously shrunken penis instantly began to swell and stand erect. I quickly jumped into the hot bathtub to hide my physical state. My mother didn't notice my movements and continued to unhook her bra from behind. Then, a pair of snow-white, pink, yet enormous breasts sprang out of the bra, swaying in the air. On top of the two firm, teardrop-shaped breasts, two small pink nipples defied gravity and stood upright, looking incredibly cute. At the time, I didn't bother to figure out what size those breasts were. Much later, my mother told me they were 34E.

Mom then pulled down her light green panties, bent over, and removed them from her slender, long legs. The triangle area hidden beneath the panties had sparse black hair at its center; though not much, it looked strangely mysterious and alluring. Despite knowing almost nothing about matters of the heart, this sight was enough to make my penis, soaking in the hot water, grow even larger.

Mom slowly stepped into the bathtub filled with hot water from behind me, like a lotus emerging from water—to use a phrase I learned later. Almost unsuspecting, Mom wrapped her arms around me from behind in the small tub, her two soft yet incredibly elastic breasts pressing lightly against my back before gently leaning against the tub behind her. Losing the wonderful sensation on my back, I instinctively leaned back, continuing to press against Mom's beautiful breasts. Because of my slightly backward leaning body, my penis, which had been hidden in front, sprang up and stood erect, clearly visible to my mother behind me.

My mother didn't seem to react negatively to my now-erect penis; after a while, she softly said, "Our Xiaoyu has become a grown-up."

Of course, I had no idea how I looked like an adult, but resting my head on my mother's breast awakened some memories of being a baby in her arms. Did I really suckle from my mother's breast back then? It should have been a sacred scene, but now it was tainted with something unclean in my mind. My already erect penis swelled even more, and half of the red glans peeked out from under the foreskin.

"Mom, is it abnormal for my penis to look like this? Or is it sick?" I finally mustered the courage to ask the question that had puzzled me for so long.

I felt my mother behind me seem to smile. "This means Xiaoyu has grown up. The little penis has become a big penis, which means our little one has become an adult."

"Oh." Reassured, I turned around and knelt in the full bathtub facing my mother's naked body. A little embarrassed, I asked, "I want to touch Mommy's breasts."

My mother slightly raised her delicate eyebrows. "Shame on you, Xiaoyu. You're already an adult, why do you still want to touch Mommy's breasts?"

Her tone didn't sound angry, and she didn't seem to react further, simply closing her eyes and letting me do as I pleased. I reached out my small left hand (don't forget my right hand was in a cast at that time!) and placed it on my mother's large, white breasts. A soft, smooth sensation returned to my palm, like an electric shock, yet also like a suction force that made me unable to pull my hand away. Without any instruction, I began to rub my mother's disproportionately large breasts, one on each side, inadvertently stimulating the two small pink nipples at the very top. Two adorable blushes appeared on Mom's cheeks. At that time, I had no idea that Mom was aroused by my actions; I simply treated her like a toy, constantly kneading and fondling

her breasts. Mom continued to close her eyes, letting me fondle her breasts, her body trembling slightly, as if she were enduring something. After a while, Mom opened her eyes, reaching out a hand from the water to grab my erect penis, making my shaft twitch nervously. For a moment, I wondered if I had done something wrong.

"Mom, are you uncomfortable? Did Xiaoyu hurt Mom?" I asked innocently, a little worried.

"No, Mom just… um." Mom's flushed cheeks looked beautiful and captivating in the rising steam. "Xiaoyu, you have to learn to wash your own penis from now on."

"How do I wash it?" I asked, puzzled.

"First, you have to peel off the outer skin…" Mom said, her right hand continuing to hold my veined penis, her left hand reaching down to support my testicles, making me shiver slightly. Then, with a slight exertion of her right hand, she encircled my penis and gently pulled the foreskin down.

"...!!"

Stimulated by the strange sensation, I couldn't utter a sound, watching as my glans, hidden under the foreskin for eleven years, slowly emerged little by little into the hot water. There was a slight pain, but mostly a tingling, indescribable numbness. Then, a large, pink glans was completely exposed in the hot water.

"After this, you need to wash it with your hands..." Her left hand, which had been supporting my testicles, moved up, extending her slender fingers to gently stroke the glans back and forth, then moved to the groove where it met the shaft, carefully scrubbing away the accumulated virginity smegma. My inexperienced penis, seeing the world for the first time, couldn't withstand such stimulation. Within seconds, it swelled violently, the glans turning from pink to a frightening deep red. Then, waves of insane, deadly pleasure surged relentlessly from my erect penis, shooting straight to my brain. My urethra opened wide, and a torrent of white semen gushed out into the hot water.

"Ouch!"

With a startled cry, my mother released my penis and quickly stood up from the bathtub. At that time, I didn't understand how men and women reproduced, and I didn't understand why my mother reacted so strongly. To me, it was just the same thing that had sprayed out the last two times. Later, I learned that my mother's reaction was because she was afraid that my semen in the water would indirectly impregnate her. Although I didn't know if the semen of an eleven-year-old could impregnate a woman, it was always an instinctive reaction to avoid pregnancy. Looking back now, it makes sense. What if I, in fifth grade, had unexpectedly become a father?

Startled by my mother's reaction, I put on that innocent, terrified expression, as if I'd done something terribly wrong. When my mother came to her senses and saw me looking like a frightened puppy, she quickly and tenderly hugged my head, burying me in her soft, 34E breasts.

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyu, it's okay. Mommy scared you,"

she said, patting my back and pulling me to my feet, continuing to press me between her large breasts. Actually, I wasn't really scared, but the scent of milk was something I'd much rather have.

My penis, now between my mother and me after ejaculating, began to shrink rapidly. I asked my mother again, "My penis has shrunk again, is that normal?"

My mother nodded slightly. "After the white stuff comes out, the penis will shrink."

"Is Xiaoyu's penis too big?... My classmates don't seem to get as big as mine...?
" I asked anxiously. This was true; how could a fifth-grader know if his classmates would get erections?

"Xiaoyu's penis is really big..." The words had barely left my mouth when Mom realized something was off. It didn't sound like she was trying to comfort me, did it? Although I later learned that a large penis was a good thing, at that time I just felt uneasy. "Xiaoyu, being good, a big penis isn't bad, it's actually a good thing."

"Really? Why?" I looked up at Mom innocently and asked.

"Well, Xiaoyu will... slowly understand later." Why did I feel Mom blushing a little when she said that?

"Okay!" I finally smiled happily.

Mom didn't say anything more, just smiled and started helping me bathe, even though I had one arm hanging down.

According to Mom later, my erect penis was already bigger than Dad's at that time (of course, it could also be that Dad's size was a bit small), almost the size of an adult. A short little kid with such a big penis looked quite disproportionate. Later, as I grew, my penis became even bigger, even more astonishing. So Mom often joked that I wasn't growing tall because all the nutrients I took were being absorbed by that weapon. Of course, that's all in the future.

The day the cast on my right hand was removed was probably the most frustrating day of my eleven years. To outsiders, recovering was the best thing ever. But only I knew that this meant losing the right to have my mother bathe me every day. Of course, I didn't show my disappointment; I didn't want my mother to think I was a nasty little pervert.

My mother was happy to see me recover, but I didn't react much. I just quietly went with her to a celebratory meal. After returning home, tired from a long day and full from the meal, my mother took a shower (separately from me, of course) and quickly went to her room to sleep. After my mother told me to go back to my room, I felt a little resentful. I hugged my little pillow and stood still in my mother's room. My mother was about to take off her pajamas and go to bed, but she looked at me with a puzzled expression, wondering if I had something else on my mind.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

"I...I want to sleep with Mom," I stammered. Seeing that Mom didn't react much, I added, "Mom won't be able to bathe with me anymore, so..." Before I could finish, Mom noticed my slightly reddened eyes and quickly hugged me, tucking me back into her bosom.

"Little Yu, how about Mom sleeps with you?" Mom lowered her head and gave me a loving smile. I nodded vigorously, and Mom put me on the bed, then took off her light nightgown, leaving only a pair of pale yellow bra and panties, before slipping into the covers.

"That's good, it's been a long time since I slept with our precious son," Mom said with a touch of wistfulness.

We lay down on the bed in Mom and Dad's bedroom, facing the ceiling. It had been so long since I slept with Mom, I felt a little lost, so I just lay there with my eyes tightly closed, but I couldn't fall asleep. After a while, I heard a faint rustling sound in the darkness, followed by the sound of buttons popping open. I quietly opened my eyes and saw that Mom had taken off her bra. Perhaps Mom doesn't usually wear a bra to sleep, but since she's sleeping with her son, she felt a little embarrassed to sleep naked right away, so she wanted to wait until I fell asleep before making her move. I vaguely sensed Mom turn over and face me, so I naturally shifted closer to her, then reached out and hugged her slender waist, burying my head in her breasts.

Mom clearly hadn't expected me to be awake; she trembled slightly, but didn't say anything, simply wrapping her arms around me from behind. Taking advantage of the situation, I opened my mouth and took one of Mom's nipples into my mouth, making her let out a soft moan.

"You little pervert, really."

With Mom's pink nipple in my mouth and my hand on her firm buttocks, my penis began to swell uncontrollably, stretching between Mom's legs. Mom smiled, unconcerned, and slightly lifted her leg, trapping my engorged penis between her legs through her shorts. I was quite content with the current situation, so I didn't cause any more trouble. I maintained this blissful state of suckling at my mother's breast while my penis was held between her thighs, and drifted off to sleep.

But things don't always go as planned. After my first experience sleeping with my mother, it became perfectly normal for me to lie down on her bed. Not only at night, but also on holidays when she wanted to take a nap, I would naturally squeeze in with her. My mother, both amused and exasperated, said I was a clingy little thing. And she clearly underestimated my threat. At first, she thought I just wanted to relive the feeling of breastfeeding as a child, but it turned into me suckling at her breast every time I slept. She always said that even though I was in fifth grade, I was still like a baby in a cradle, never growing up. And it wasn't just that I sucked and touched her big breasts; my penis would always get erect. My mother didn't seem to mind, probably because of maternal love's tolerance for its children. And as she got used to my little whims, she gradually started to escalate the situation.

Originally, I was content with this level of achievement, after all, I was still just a slightly lecherous little brat. But then things changed. It was a Sunday when it happened. I was obediently doing my homework and reviewing my lessons at home, while my mother, unusually, had to leave early in the morning dressed neatly for an important company meeting. After returning home at noon, she quickly prepared lunch for us and then went to her room for a nap without even changing her clothes. What did this mean? It meant that my mother was still wearing her work suit, and she hadn't even taken off her pink and white sheer pantyhose. My mother lazily lay down on the bed, pulled the covers up, and prepared to fall asleep. I automatically squeezed onto the bed with her, and then, just as automatically, started to unhook the front of her bra. My mother probably felt uncomfortable sleeping in a bra, so she reached up and loosened the back clasp of her bra and closed her eyes again. I pulled up my mother's purple lace bra, and a pair of beautiful breasts bounced out with amazing elasticity. After I sucked on my mother's adorable pink nipple, my penis began to swell and harden rapidly through my shorts. Unlike usual, today my mother was wearing pink and white pantyhose, making me irresistibly want to kiss her. I quickly kicked off my shorts and underwear in bed, then, thinking I was being careful, pulled my mother's skirt up to her waist, and thrust my bare, large penis directly into the crotch of her thighs, tightly bound by her pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbing against my mother's delicate, transparent pantyhose was so pleasurable that I lost all sense of direction. Then I remembered how my mother had used her hand to stroke my penis until I ejaculated, and instinctively, I arched my back and began thrusting my fierce penis back and forth between my mother's stockinged thighs. At

first, my mother didn't intend to pay attention to me, but with my tight sucking on her nipples, and somehow, I started licking them with my tongue. My penis, no less large than an adult's, greedily thrust in and out through my mother's thin stockings and lace panties, occasionally even plunging into her most private parts, causing her face to flush.

"This little devil is getting more and more lewd,"

I didn't answer, just chuckled to myself, while my burning hot rod continued to slowly poke and squeeze between my mother's stockinged thighs. My mother probably really wanted to sleep, not knowing how long I would keep going, so she simply used her pink and white stockinged thighs to clamp my swollen glans, then reached out her soft, boneless little hand to stroke my shaft, trying to make me ejaculate quickly. With my large glans clamped between her pink stockinged thighs and receiving the attentive service of my mother's jade hands, the lewd little devil quickly became so aroused that he pressed his head against my mother's chest, licking and sucking her nipples even more vigorously, then thrusting forward relentlessly as if he couldn't take it anymore. Before long, a feeling of about to burst began to surge through my throbbing penis. Finally, I thrust my penis forward, forcefully inserting the shaft between my mother's soft thighs, and then began to violently ejaculate several thick, white streams of semen. Several incredibly pleasurable thrusts followed, releasing more semen than before, all of it spraying onto my mother's alluring silk-stockinged legs, some even splashing onto the bed. A few seconds later, the ejaculation finally ended. My mother, her face flushed from my actions, sat up, took off her sticky pantyhose, grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, wiped her legs and the bed surface, and then lay back down to continue sleeping.

"Satisfied, little pervert?" My mother asked with a smile, her face still flushed.
"Yes, thank you, Mom!" I wrapped my arms tightly around my mother's waist, continuing to place my gradually softening penis between her legs, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

As I said before, once there's a second time, there's a third. After that, every few days before bed, I would use my erect penis to thrust between my mother's legs, making her masturbate me until I ejaculated. Later, a few times, like today, my mother would take a nap wearing pantyhose, and I would ejaculate directly through her pantyhose-clad legs. Because every time I thrust my erect, red penis into my mother's pantyhose-clad legs, I ejaculated particularly quickly and forcefully, my mother seemed to vaguely realize my particular fetish for pantyhose. After that, my mother wore pantyhose to nap even more often. I don't want to interpret it as my mother intentionally trying to seduce me; to put it more subtly, maybe she wanted me to ejaculate quickly so she could sleep peacefully?

This secret between mother and son was something we never explicitly discussed, perhaps tacitly considered an unspoken, intimate act between parent and child. This continued until Dad returned home after a long business trip. For a considerable period, Dad basically lived at home, leading a very regular work life, which temporarily halted this relationship between Mom and me. I obediently went back to my room to sleep, temporarily forgetting about these things and preparing for the new schoolwork after entering sixth grade. One

night, I stayed in my room secretly reading comics until quite late, probably a little past midnight. Mom usually doesn't allow me to stay up late, usually putting me to bed by 10:30, so according to Mom's thinking, I should be sound asleep by midnight. However, that night I stayed up late, so I sneaked out of my room to get some water before going to sleep. Just after I went downstairs and reached the kitchen, I suddenly heard some strange noises coming from Mom's room. Curious, I went over and found that Mom's door was slightly ajar, not completely closed. I pressed my face against the crack and peeked inside. A sight I had never seen before appeared. My mother was lying on the bed, her upper body completely naked except for a pair of opaque black velvet stockings. There was an opening in the crotch of her stockings, revealing sparse black pubic hair. My father was between her legs, his face pressed against her genitals like a puppy licking something. My mother was panting heavily with his movements. Then, suddenly, my father sat up, reaching down and cupping something from his genitals… probably his penis, pressing against my mother's genitals.

"Wife, I'm going to go."
"Come on, father of the children."

Then, that thing, which was probably his penis, magically disappeared from my mother's genitals. I was incredibly surprised by this. Because in my mind, that area covered by fine black pubic hair was where my mother peed; I had never imagined that a penis could be inserted there. After Dad put his penis inside, just like I used to thrust between Mom's legs, he started moving his hips back and forth. Dad tilted his head back, looking like he was enjoying it immensely. Mom, although she had been panting when Dad licked her earlier, didn't seem to react much after he put his penis inside.

"Ahhh, it's coming, it's coming!" Only about ten seconds after it went in, I saw Dad thrust his lower body forward forcefully, then lay motionless on top of Mom.

"So good..." Not long after, Dad rolled over to the side and fell into a deep sleep.

Mom sat up expressionlessly, looked at Dad who was already asleep beside her, sighed slightly, and then got up to walk out. Startled, I quickly took two steps at a time and hid behind the sofa in the dark.

Pushing open the door, Mom's large breasts bounced with her steps, huge yet defying gravity, standing firm and upright. The black, opaque, open-crotch pantyhose she wore looked exceptionally lewd in the faint light. Underneath the sparse black pubic hair in what I initially thought was urination, a few drops of whitish liquid were still dripping, resembling the fluid I ejaculated onto my mother when I reached my climax, only the amount seemed much different.

My mother walked to the laundry basket in our master bathroom, slowly pulling the pantyhose down from her waist, then gracefully lifting one stockinged leg to remove it. She then reversed the position, pulling the pantyhose completely off her other leg and placing it on top of the laundry basket. Afterward, she went back to her room and closed the door.

I swallowed hard, came out from behind the sofa, went to the laundry basket, and, unable to resist, picked up the open-crotch black pantyhose, examining it closely. It seemed to be free of my father's white fluid (if it were, I probably wouldn't want to touch it), then I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. There was a unique body odor from my mother, mixed with a hint of her sweat, but it wasn't pungent at all. On the contrary, it mingled with my mother's scent, creating an incredibly alluring aroma. My hands trembled as I pulled down my pants, retracted the foreskin from my glans, and then, with extreme slowness, slipped one end of the pantyhose over my already swollen penis. The delicate feel of the stockings traveled up my swollen glans, and I almost instantly lost my senses. I desperately sniffed the other pantyhose, while frantically stroking my throbbing penis with my hand, just as my mother had done to me before. My mind was filled with the image of my mother lying on the bed, glued to my father. My desire quickly swelled like my penis, and the speed of my hand rubbing back and forth increased, fully enjoying the dual stimulation of smell and touch that the black velvet pantyhose provided.

Suddenly, my mother's bedroom door opened, and she walked out completely naked. I was stunned, remaining frozen in place. My extreme tension caused my penis, encased in black pantyhose, to feel like it was about to snap, and it began to spurt out torrents of white fluid from the tip. My mother, watching me smell my pantyhose-clad feet while masturbating with my penis covered by the pantyhose, was also dumbfounded. She stood there naked, motionless. Only after I had finished ejaculating did she seem to come to her senses and walk towards me. She knelt beside me and removed the pantyhose from my penis, then used the dry part of the pantyhose to wipe away the remaining semen. When it wasn't clean enough, she grabbed some tissues from the living room table and carefully wiped my gradually limp penis clean.

"Mom, I... sob... I'm sorry..."

Feeling guilty for being seen, I finally began to sob anxiously like a real child. My mother simply looked at me with loving eyes and said softly, "Mommy doesn't blame Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu is Mommy's dearest son." Then she hugged me tightly and patted my back gently.

It took a long time before I stopped crying. Looking at my mother's beautiful face, I asked, "Mommy, you don't blame me?"

My mother's eyes were filled with warm love. "How could I blame Xiaoyu? No matter what, Xiaoyu is Mommy's precious baby." Then she kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly again.

Knowing that my mother wasn't angry with me, I immediately felt relieved. I wiped my tears and snot from my face and quickly kissed my mother's cheek in return. Then I ran back to my room, laughing through my tears. I vaguely heard my mother say, "Sigh, just came out for a drink of water…this little rascal has really grown up."

Now, thinking back, it's true that my mother's maternal love eventually expanded to spoiling, which led to the uncontrollable situation later on.

A few days later, my father received another long business trip order and soon left home again. After Dad left home, it was back to just Mom and me. After experiencing the pleasure of masturbating with Mom's stockings last night, I became addicted to them. When Mom wasn't home, I'd sneakily take her worn stockings to smell and use them to masturbate. Every time I ejaculated inside the stockings, relying on Mom's indulgence, I wouldn't even wipe them clean before putting them back in the laundry basket, still sticky. Since Mom had already said she didn't mind, it seemed unreasonable to scold me now. After getting used to it, I even masturbated when Mom was home. A few times, it was particularly outrageous; Mom would take off her stockings and go into the shower, and I'd follow her, grabbing the still-warm stockings from the laundry basket and masturbating until they were covered in my semen. When

maternal love turns into indulgence, and tolerance into permissiveness, that's when things are about to happen.

That night, after a long while, I went back to Mom's room, hugged my pillow, and asked to sleep with her. Mom didn't say anything, just smiled and patted the bed next to her, gesturing for me to lie down. Then, as usual, she took off her clothes, leaving only a pair of lace panties, and carefully covered me with the same large blanket.

I naturally shifted my position in the blanket, hugged Mom from behind, and reached out to squeeze her snow-white breasts, then inserted my engorged penis between her legs. Mom probably thought today would be just like usual. So she reached back and gently grasped my penis, softly stroking it.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?" Mom didn't stop stroking me, just made a soft sound.

"I want to do Mom like Dad does."

Upon hearing this, Mom's entire body trembled, and she stopped what she was doing. I then added, "That night, I saw Dad put his penis into Mom's genitals."

Mom was stunned and didn't know how to respond. She probably didn't expect that I not only stole her pantyhose to masturbate that night, but also witnessed her having sex with Dad.

"Was Mom unhappy that day?"

"Huh?" Mom was a little confused.

"I saw Mom sit up after Dad fell asleep, and she looked very unhappy."

Mom remained silent. She probably didn't know how to explain it to me. Was it because Dad's penis was too short, or because he had premature ejaculation? Could I tell my son that?

"So I wanted to make Mom happy, if I could do better than Dad..."
"Silly Xiaoyu, do you know what Dad and Mom did?" Mom said, turning around to face me and pulling me closer, burying my face in the valley formed by her two large breasts. "That's something only boys and girls who like each other can do."

"I love Mom the most!..." I said, a little breathless, "Doesn't Mom like me?"

"Mom loves Xiaoyu the most too, but we can't..."

"Mom, you said having a big penis is a good thing, right? My penis is bigger than Dad's, so I should be able to do better than Dad." I pressed on, "Xiaoyu or Dad, who does Mom like more?"

"Silly child, of course I like Xiaoyu the most." Mom answered me quickly without any doubt, and her grip on me tightened even more.

"Then why can't we do that?" I asked innocently.

Mom really didn't know how to answer. The silence between us lasted for several minutes, and Mom just held me quietly without saying a word. After a long time, she pulled me to sit up, turned on the bedside lamp, and then said to me earnestly, word by word, "Mom and Xiaoyu's affair cannot be told to anyone, absolutely, absolutely not."

Of course, I nodded happily and nodded vigorously in agreement, the cheers in my heart almost bursting out of my chest. I immediately added the extra request I'd always dreamed of: "Mom, could you... wear those stockings with holes in the crotch?"

Mom's eyes widened, waiting for my further explanation. "I love seeing Mom wear stockings, some shiny, some sheer, black, gray, white... they all look so good. Every time I see them, my penis gets really big, so..." I was a little embarrassed to continue.

"You little rascal, you're so perverted!" Mom laughed and lightly tapped my head. But after all this time, Mom had a general idea of my stocking fetish. She quickly got out of bed, naked, her two large, teardrop-shaped breasts swaying as she rummaged through the closet. She found a pair of black, semi-sheer, open-crotch stockings, then quickly pulled off her black lace panties. With an incredibly elegant movement, she stretched her legs in front of me, and then very slowly, starting from her toes, let me watch her carefully put on the stockings.

My previously softened penis, upon seeing this incredibly alluring stocking show, immediately hardened into a fierce dragon, pointing directly at the black pubic hair peeking out from my mother's open crotch.

Looking at the change in my lower body, my mother exclaimed, "Xiaoyu's penis is really big."
"Really?" Of course, I didn't know. But receiving my mother's praise made me quite proud.

After putting on her black open-crotch stockings, my mother gently sat back on the bed, seemingly contemplating her next move. As if on cue, I immediately voiced my thoughts.

"Xiaoyu, would you lick Mommy's pee-pee area?"
My mother chuckled softly, then shifted her position, lying down in front of me and presenting her alluring lower body, gesturing for me to look closely at her black pubic hair.

"Look at this, this is where you pee," Mom said, pointing her slender finger down to a small area, then moving it down to a small, round bump. "This is called the clitoris, it's where Xiaoyu... If you want to lick it, lick this side." Her tone was clearly shy, but sex education needs to be done quickly; if even Mom herself couldn't continue, there was no point in continuing.
Before Mom could react, I immediately bent down and stuck out my tongue, starting to lick the small pink bump she had just pointed to, causing her body to tremble violently. Knowing I had done the right thing, I instinctively increased the speed of my licking, causing Mom's entire body to writhe and emit soft breaths. Just below the bump, there was a spot covered by two small labia that began to moisten as I licked it, and the fluid, seemingly appearing from nowhere, kept increasing. I tried licking it into my mouth; it had no taste, just a slightly astringent feel, but it really aroused my burning desire. I also moved my hands down to her beautiful legs in stockings, which I had been dreaming of, and rubbed them against her slender legs through the delicate black stockings. The feel was very comfortable.

My mother's body writhed more and more intensely, and her soft moans finally broke out. Perhaps she didn't expect I had such a talent for this, and besides, the incestuous act between mother and son clearly brought her extra pleasure. Under my relentless, rapid tongue attack, my mother suddenly opened her mouth and let out a soft cry. A large amount of clear fluid flowed from her vulva, and then her body suddenly collapsed.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I hurriedly looked up at my mother and asked, while also licking the fluid
from my mouth. It's strange; my mother didn't explain what the liquid was. Maybe it was urine? But I just knew it was the right thing to do. Perhaps in some ways, sex really is an instinct we're born with.

"Xiaoyu... Xiaoyu is so good at this, Mommy feels so good." My mother, her eyes hazy, gestured for me to come closer. I moved forward slightly, and then my mother reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, pressing her pink, kitten-like lips to mine. Stunned, I just stood there, letting my mother kiss me. My mother then actively pried open my mouth with her soft tongue, exploring inside. Being very perceptive, I slowly began to respond to my mother's actions with my own tongue, our two tongues licking and sucking at each other, making soft smacking sounds in the quiet room.

The act of French kissing my mother left me completely blank. I just felt so happy and comfortable, as if I were floating. It felt like we could never get enough of kissing, and we maintained this kiss for a long, long time, until my hands supporting me on the bed began to tremble, and my whole body slumped between my mother's beautiful breasts, before it was forcibly stopped.

"This is kissing," Mom said, catching her breath and smiling slightly. "Do you like it?"
"Mmm!" I answered forcefully. It was indeed very comfortable, but mainly not physically, but rather through the intertwining of our tongues and the exchange of saliva, it felt like we were having a spiritual exchange. It was incredibly intoxicating.

"So, are you ready to do...make love with Mom?" Mom asked shyly.
"Yes! Make love with Mom!" I perked up and quickly sat up.

For my first time, Mom probably didn't intend for me to use anything too difficult; she just let me use whatever I saw. So we maintained the position of Mom lying down and me kneeling, moving our lower bodies slightly closer so that Mom could reach out and encircle my hot, erect penis. Mom pulled me forward a little more, pressing me against the spot where she had been getting wet, and said, "These two things covering each other are called labia. You insert Xiaoyu's penis through the hole in the middle, and that's the vagina. Then, after it's inside, Xiaoyu's penis can keep moving back and forth..."
"Will Mom feel good?"
"Mom will feel good." Mom blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look at me. "Xiaoyu will feel good too."

After saying that, Mom just slightly opened her beautiful legs in stockings, forming an M shape, and continued to look to the side without saying anything. I knew it was my time to shine. I grabbed Mom's smooth, alluring legs in black stockings and slowly placed the hot head of my penis between her pink labia. A warm, wet sensation immediately spread to my glans, making my whole body tremble. Then, unexpectedly, my engorged penis suddenly began to throb, uncontrollably ejaculating streams of white, sticky semen into my mother's vagina, spraying her lower body until it was slick and wet. Then, exhausted, I collapsed onto my mother's large breasts.

My mother knew I had ejaculated uncontrollably, but she didn't say anything, just gently patted my back to comfort me.

"Mom, I'm sorry... I've become even worse than Dad." I lay between my mother's chest, panting.

My mother chuckled, "You know you're worse than Dad?"

"The other day, after Dad put his penis into Mom's... vagina, he peed right away."

"Silly child, that's called ejaculation." My mother gently hugged me. "Xiaoyu will become even better from now on."

"So you can do it again?" I said happily.

"It's a secret between Xiaoyu and Mom."

"Mmm!"

Thinking that I could continue to make love with my mother, I excitedly regained my erection. Mom felt something hard pressing against her stockinged thigh, and a surprised expression appeared on her flushed face: "Our baby got hard again so quickly!"

"I don't know why, I just thought about being able to make love with Mom in the future, and I..." My penis started to itch again, and I couldn't help but rub it against Mom's thigh again, seeking pleasure.

"This time, let Mom do it, baby, lie down and don't move."

So I lay flat on the bed, my menacing penis pointing straight at the ceiling. Mom lifted one of her beautiful black stockinged legs and gently straddled my lower body.

"Relax." Mom's face was alluring, her rosy lips slightly parted, then she closed her beautiful eyes, aligning her labia with my erect weapon, and sat down very elegantly.

"Ahhh..." Just as my glans slowly pushed open Mom's small labia, we both groaned in unison. Whether it was due to inexperience or my father's incompetence, my mother's vaginal opening was unusually tight. Although it was wet and hot, the feeling of my glans penetrating was still incredibly difficult. Seeing my mother, despite being a mother, also in pain from the penetration of my large penis, her entire body trembled. I concentrated all my strength in my lower body, holding back from ejaculating, because the pleasure my mother's honeypot was giving me was too intense. When my mother's beautiful legs in stockings trembled as she sat down to the very bottom, watching my huge penis disappear completely into her body was incredibly shocking. It felt as if thousands of tentacles inside my mother's flower path were constantly and powerfully massaging my penis; even the slightest movement was enough to make me ejaculate uncontrollably.

After my mother sat completely on me, her pert buttocks, covered in black open-crotch pantyhose, took a few deep breaths, giving herself some time to adjust to my thick, disproportionately large penis. My mother took my hands and placed them on her firm, 34E breasts, and I began to knead them without hesitation. Having experienced many times nursing while sleeping with my mother, I knew I needed to massage not only the entire breast but also the two adorable pink nipples. My mother tilted her head back, panting softly, seemingly thoroughly enjoying my caresses.

After she had become more accustomed to my thick penis inside her, she finally began to move her alluring, pantyhose-clad buttocks, using her warm, wet vagina to stroke my penis. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, although the exquisite sensation from my mother's warm, moist vagina was almost maddening, I managed to maintain a near-critical state, continuing my battle with my mother's snow-white body. After it had heated up, Mom's slender, snake-like waist began to move in mesmerizing arcs, her two enormous breasts swaying up and down with her movements, making me dizzy. I only wished my hands were big enough to grasp them completely and fondle them at will. One hand remained on her breasts to continue the assault, while the other moved down to caress her legs, which I loved most, clad in stockings. The feel of Mom's stockings was incredibly delicate, and paired with her long, slender yet perfectly proportioned legs, it was simply irresistible to a man. I completely didn't understand how I could hold back my ejaculation under such extreme stimulation. Perhaps it was my unwillingness to lose to my sexy, lustful mother's beautiful flesh, my spirit transcending the limits of my body, that allowed me to continue resisting that magic that drove men to the brink of collapse, relentlessly thrusting into her flower cave from below.

"So good, Mommy feels so good, ahh... Baby's cock is so thick, it's killing me... I'm going to die..." Mommy was riding on my cock, twisting wildly, her beautiful face flushed with excitement, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, her moist lips bitten so hard they were almost bleeding, desperately trying not to scream. I was so turned on that my mind went blank, all I could see was Mommy's perfect body riding on me, panting softly, the weapon inside her being squeezed and rubbed beyond its limit by her wet, tight hole, on the verge of numbness and loss of control.

"Mom... Mommy... I'm about to..." I felt my lower body begin to convulse violently, I opened my mouth wide and barely managed to utter a few words, clearly on the verge of an explosive ejaculation.

"Ahh, baby, Mommy is... dead... ahhh...!!"

With a wanton, high-pitched moan, Mommy's beautiful buttocks, covered in black pantyhose, slumped down, her flower path suddenly gripping my thick, powerful cock tightly. My glans, nearly numb with pleasure, thrust upwards, pressing firmly against the core of my mother's body. As I ejaculated a torrent of thick semen, I simultaneously enjoyed the scalding warmth of her vaginal fluids washing over my glans from the depths of her body. I grabbed my mother's large breasts and squeezed them hard, as if trying to squeeze out milk. My lower body, with all its might, thrust upwards against my mother's alluring, stocking-clad buttocks, as if trying to penetrate her entirely.

This numbing climax lasted for an unknown amount of time; I felt my powerfully ejaculating penis show no sign of stopping, relentlessly spraying as if my mother were draining me dry. My mother also continuously exchanged hot fluids with me deep within her body until our genitals were overflowing with a large amount of sticky, white semen.

When she finally felt her strength exhausted and stopped ejaculating, my mother collapsed limply forward onto me… or rather, pressed her large breasts against my face. We remained motionless in that position, feeling as if our brains had been drained. For a long time, all I wanted to do was lie there and rest.

After catching my breath, with my semi-erect penis still inside my mother, we rolled over to face each other. My mother straddled one of her long, pink legs, allowing me to talk while caressing her stockinged thigh. Then she began to speak. She said that my father was indeed impotent, with a small penis and premature ejaculation. Of course, she hadn't initially planned to have sex with her son. She often let me have my way out of it out of indulgence; she figured it was just the little rascal being mischievous, nothing serious. However, my mother also said that my penis was unusually large, and after seeing it several times, she couldn't help but compare it to my father's. My father was mostly away from home, and when he did come back, he was always left wanting more. My mother was a normal woman with normal sexual needs, and she was even quite sensitive. So, in the end, she thought it was better to keep the fun within the family and give it a try with her son. I asked if I performed well. She said that at first, when I ejaculated immediately, she was a little discouraged, but the last time she experienced such pleasure that she cried out in despair. Perhaps it was because I was really big and thick, or perhaps it was the forbidden pleasure of incest with her son that stimulated her, making her realize for the first time in her life that sex could be so wonderful.

"So from now on I can always be with Mom..."

"You little pervert! I must have owed you something in my past life."

I happily took the initiative to kiss my mother, and she responded enthusiastically with her tongue. I think the days to come will inevitably be filled with erotic excitement.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already making breakfast for me. My mother was wearing a sexy, sheer nightgown, which made me feel refreshed as soon as I woke up. Ignoring the fact that my mother was still frying eggs on the stove, I rushed up from behind and grabbed my mother's big breasts, inserting my penis between her thighs.

"Our little pervert is awake? Hurry up and eat your food, we're going to go shopping at the department store." My mother was suddenly attacked but didn't seem angry at all. Perhaps, as she herself said, her doting on me had turned into tolerance for anything.

Despite my lust, I was basically still a very obedient child. As I obediently ate my breakfast, Mom watched me eat with a smile, resting her chin on her hand, as if that would satisfy her hunger.

"Why is Mom staring at me?"

I asked. "Looking at our little handsome boy," Mom said with a smile. "Our Xiaoyu is really handsome; he'll definitely be a heartthrob when he grows up."

I sensibly replied, "Mom is enough; I don't need any other girls."

Mom happily kissed me on the forehead, then turned around to change her clothes and head out.

I ate breakfast with a sweet feeling, thinking how wonderful it was to have a mom like that. So considerate, gentle, and beautiful. And, she could even satisfy her son's sexual needs…!?

Before leaving, Mom changed into a light blue top with a white knee-length skirt, and underneath, she wore sheer, nude-colored tights. I wore a normal elementary school outfit: a polo shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

Since we weren't in a rush, Mom took me to catch the bus. Basically, wherever Mom goes, she's the most dazzling focus, making me, the little one being led around, extremely proud. Although the bus wasn't very crowded when we boarded, all the seats were already taken, and it didn't seem like anyone would offer me a seat. So, my mother pulled me to stand by the window. Unexpectedly, at the next stop, a large group of people boarded, pushing and shoving until the entire standing space was filled, squeezing my mother and me into the very corner.

This squeezing only made things worse; my mother and I were pressed tightly together. At that time, I was only about chest-high to my mother, and my head was buried between her large breasts. Smelling her fragrance, my restless penis almost immediately became erect, bowing to her. My mother's skirt was quite thin, and my large penis, through my shorts, was positioned diagonally against her thigh. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I reached into my pocket to adjust the position of my penis, which was now firmly inserted between my mother's legs. My mother looked down at me, her face flushing slightly. As the bus swayed forward, my penis rubbed against my mother's body through her skirt. I was already getting a little carried away, and making sure my mother's body didn't completely cover me, I simply pulled my pants down slightly, letting my already swollen and red penis peek out. Then I lifted my mother's skirt to cover my genitals and forcefully shoved my penis between her thighs, which were clad in skin-colored pantyhose.

My mother was clearly very nervous about my unexpectedly bold action. "What are you doing, you little devil? There are so many people here!"

"I want to do it to Mom here," I said with a lewd smile. My mother was so nervous she didn't know what to do, and quickly whispered, "Can't we wait until we get home? It's not okay here!"

I didn't reply, but continued to thrust my penis back and forth between my mother's legs with the movement of the bus. My mother's stockings and underwear were very thin today, almost like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Each thrust I made hit the most intimate part of my mother's triangle, sending shivers down her spine. Since her skirt provided cover, I simply reached out and began kneading her alluring buttocks. I enjoyed the smooth feel of the stockings on my hands while simultaneously teasing her genitals through them. The crowded bus only fueled my perverse desires, and my penis thrust harder and harder, almost as if I were about to penetrate her.

My mother, after my rough handling, was starting to feel dazed, her long legs trembling as she accepted my assault. Seizing the opportunity, I slipped my hand inside her stockings and panties from behind, skillfully caressing her genitals with my fingers. It was only when I touched her that I discovered the astonishing amount of moisture in her vagina; if it weren't for her panties and stockings, the fluid would have already flowed down her thighs. Overwhelmed by my attack, my mother collapsed onto me, completely limp.

"Touch Mommy's breasts, touch Mommy's breasts," Mommy whispered breathlessly in my ear. I obediently reached under Mommy's shirt from the front, slipped into her bra, and began vigorously kneading her soft breasts. My hand, inside her stockings and panties, caressed her clitoris, while my other hand, thrust my penis between her legs, pumping it back and forth.

While assaulting Mommy from three directions—touching her breasts, touching her vulva, and thrusting from the outside—we also had to be on high alert to see if anyone would discover our lewd acts on the bus. If someone saw us and called the police, "Promiscuous Mother and Son Publicly Engaging in Lewd Acts on a Bus" would certainly make a great headline.

"Mommy, I want to cum..." I whispered cautiously in Mommy's ear.

"Cum inside Mommy's stockings," Mommy said, reaching into her stockings and grabbing my thick penis through the thin fabric. I wasted almost no time, gripping my mother's breasts and buttocks tightly, and began ejaculating my semen into her palm. Although I had only ejaculated twice the night before, today's amount was quite substantial, probably due to the stimulation of the environment. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I shuddered and released all my semen into my mother's soft palm, desperately trying to suppress my breathing. After a long while, completely limp after ejaculating, I hastily shoved my penis back into my pants. My mother, her face flushed, seemed aroused by my actions, breathing slightly heavily. She lowered her skirt and used her purse to shield herself, partly to prevent me from going further, and partly to cover the area where I had ejaculated so no one would notice.

When the bus arrived at the department store we were going to, we practically fled, probably wondering what the mother and son were in such a hurry for.

We rushed into the department store, and Mom grabbed my hand and led me straight to a rather secluded restroom. She pulled me into the women's restroom too, and after making sure no one was there, she opened a stall and we went in together before locking the door. Just as I was wondering why Mom had pulled me in, my pretty face flushed red, and with a mischievous smile, Mom said, "You little rascal, you're doomed."

Mom pulled down my shorts and made me sit on the toilet. Suddenly, she knelt down and took my semi-erect penis into her cute little cat mouth. Startled, I didn't know how to react and just sat there dumbfounded, letting Mom lick my penis. Mom's tongue skillfully teased my rapidly swelling shaft, licking away all the semen left from when I ejaculated on the bus. Then, while stroking my testicles, she used the tip of her tongue to explore the groove between the glans and shaft.

"…!" Being serviced by Mom's mouth, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't utter a single word. I could only stare blankly as Mom, kneeling on the floor, licked my penis with a lustful expression, as if it were a delicious treat. Mom's technique was superb; sometimes she took both my testicles into her mouth alternately, sometimes she opened her mouth wide and vigorously stroked my penis, and sometimes she used the tip of her tongue to gently pry open my urethral opening, the pleasure almost driving me mad. I closed my eyes, enjoying my mother's oral sex, and reached out to hold her head, gently thrusting back and forth on the toilet. My penis was clearly very long; even with her mouth wide open, she could only take in half, the rest held tightly in her hand. Having never received oral sex before, I couldn't withstand my mother's onslaught. In just a few thrusts, I felt myself reaching my limit, my entire penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother, with my penis in her mouth, clearly noticed I was about to give up, but she didn't loosen her grip, continuing to suck on my glans, even sucking hard. Finally, my glans, held in my mother's mouth, felt a strong tingling sensation, and began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth.

Tears welled in my mother's eyes as she desperately sucked on my penis, as if trying to swallow all the thick semen. I could see that with each ejaculation, my mother's throat swallowed gushes of my filthy fluid of desire. I didn't even know how I could still produce so much semen after my outburst on the bus. No wonder Mom said I wasn't growing taller because this penis was sucking away all my nutrients.

After ejaculation completely stopped, Mom spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used her tongue to scoop up all the white fluid and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified and beautiful mother giving me such lewd service, my semi-erect penis actually started to swell up again. The veiny shaft became even harder than before the two previous ejaculations, making me amazed at my own powerful recovery ability.

"Hehe, it's Mom's turn."

Mom stood up, took off her skirt, and then used her slender fingers to tear open the crotch of her pantyhose, which was covered in my semen. Seeing this lewd scene, my fully recovered, erect penis trembled and throbbed with excitement. Mom pulled her purple lace panties aside, revealing the damp, black pubic hair beneath. Then, I saw her spread her long, stockinged legs and sit on me, adjusting the distance slightly. She used her hands to spread her lovely vulva and slowly inserted my penis into her body.

"...!"

Mom's wet, hot vagina didn't need any extra caresses. Although it was extremely tight, it slid smoothly into the deepest part. Mom opened her mouth, wanting to scream but unable to. Her hands were on her beautiful legs, pinching her stockinged thighs incessantly, clearly enjoying the sensation. I ripped off Mom's top and purple bra in one go, grabbing her still-swaying 34E breasts and starting to pinch and fondle them.

"Baby, lick Mommy's nipples!"

Could I say no? While pinching her soft breasts, making them deform like dough with my movements, I gently sucked the pink nipples into my mouth, stimulating and licking them with my tongue.

Mom, clearly not satisfied with the intensity, reached out and grabbed my head, burying me tightly in her enormous breasts, wildly tossing her long, slightly curly hair. I was a little breathless, but I continued to ravage her beautiful breasts while Mom moved her penis up and down against me.

Just then, footsteps came from the women's restroom; two young women entered. They chatted about gossip among their friends, but didn't seem to be using the restroom, perhaps touching up their makeup.

Hearing someone enter, Mom's body suddenly tensed, and her movements slowed considerably. Amused, I took the initiative, thrusting upwards into Mom's sensitive spot, while roughly squeezing her large, white breasts.

Mom kept her eyes closed and mouth open, afraid to make a sound, tears of unbearable restraint streaming from the corners of her eyes. Taking advantage of Mom's loss of control, I gently pushed her away from my body. The moment my penis left her vagina, there was a "pop" sound, startling my mother and turning her face pale. Ignoring everything, I pushed her back to where I had been sitting, then, with my legs slightly bent, I thrust my penis hard into her sweet flower-like opening.

"Ah…!"

my mother cried out softly, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. I didn't care about anything else and began thrusting my hips back and forth, penetrating her tight, wet, and hot secret place.

"Did you hear anything?"

one of the women asked my friend. My mother tensed even more, helplessly accepting my brutal assault, not knowing what to do.

"No? What was that?"
"It sounded like someone 'ah'."
"Why are you bothering me when I'm using the toilet!"

I lifted my mother's beautiful legs into an M-shape, flattening her large breasts. Besides making it easier for me to thrust, it also allowed me to caress her excessively sexy, sheer-stockinged legs. A faint splashing sound came from where we were joined; I could only hope the two women outside the door mistook it for the normal sound of the toilet tank.

Their conversation outside showed no sign of stopping, and my incestuous sex with my mother gradually reached its climax. In the quiet, enclosed space, yet with the possibility of someone hearing our lewd acts at any moment, the thrill was no less intense than the stolen kiss on the bus earlier. Just as I felt myself about to ejaculate, I leaned forward and kissed my mother's lips tightly. My mother, in a daze, extended her tongue, intertwining it with mine in her mouth. Finally, I thrust my penis forward, breaking through her vaginal canal and penetrating her deepest secret garden, freely releasing my seed of lust. My mother's vaginal canal contracted powerfully in waves, pouring hot love juice onto my glans, and together we reached our climax in this mother-son intercourse that pushed us to the limit.

We held each other quietly, waiting for the climax to gradually subside. The two women outside the door had left the women's restroom at some point. My mom and I caught our breath and slowly got dressed, glancing at each other. Then we both laughed.

We walked out of the stall, hand in hand, and I said smugly to my mom, "Mom, did Xiaoyu really enjoy it just now?"

My mom shyly squeezed my hand, "You're one to talk! You almost killed me!"

Before she could finish speaking, we saw the women's restroom door open. The two women who had just left came back, overhearing our conversation and seeing the blushing mother and son facing each other. Their faces turned as red as tomatoes, and one of the women stammered, "Lipstick... I forgot to take it."

My mom quickly covered her face in embarrassment and pulled me away from the door. As the women's restroom door closed, we heard a loud shout from inside: "Those two were a mother and son, incest! My God!!"

Knowing nothing would happen, I grinned lewdly. My mom, both amused and annoyed, grabbed my hand and said, "You little pervert, still laughing! Wait till we get home, I'll teach you a lesson!"

The next few days at home were truly filled with passionate encounters. Whenever I had the chance, I would pester my mother for sex. My mother was surprised by my unusually strong sexual ability for my age, yet she couldn't resist my advances and accepted my advances time and time again. The kitchen, living room, and even the balcony bore the marks of our intense encounters. Sometimes, my mother would even take the initiative to strip naked, wearing only pantyhose, and trap my head between her 34E breasts from behind, inevitably leading to another round of sexual activity.

Worried that I was overexerting myself while still wanting to have sex with my son, my mother resorted to dietary supplements. Recently, she ate a lot of high-protein, fresh seafood, and her libido seemed even stronger. Sometimes my mother wondered if I was really twelve years old. Although I was still short, in terms of sex, I had already surpassed many adults.

This period of somewhat debauchery with my mother ended after my father returned from a business trip. Unable to have sex with my mother for a while, we both seemed very uncomfortable. I thought my mother would go back to my father and make do. One night, when I got up to get a drink of water, I heard my parents arguing in their room. After eavesdropping for a while, I discovered that my dad wanted to have sex with my mom but was harshly rejected. For some reason, this made me feel quite happy. I guess I had unconsciously come to regard my mom as my one and only woman.

The next day, my mom helped me get a leave of absence from school and used her accumulated annual leave from her company. Before noon, she packed a few bags and drove me out. I could tell that my mom seemed to be in a bad mood, but I didn't dare to ask her what was wrong.

After driving for several hours, we arrived at a famous hot spring resort, where she led me out of the car to check in.

"Xiaoyu, we're staying here. Shall we come to the hot springs tonight?" my mom said with a forced smile.
"Okay," I nodded obediently.

After checking into the hotel, my mom took me for a walk to see the scenery. She seemed a little down, but I didn't know how to comfort her. After walking for a long time, we arrived at the beach. Seeing the vast sea, Mom finally smiled a little and took my hand, leading me onto the sand. She asked, "Sweetie, if Mommy and Daddy divorce, will you support Mommy?"

I was a little shocked to hear this. Although I didn't really understand adult matters, did this mean I wouldn't have a father anymore? But then again, it didn't seem to matter whether I had a father or not; he basically didn't live at home. And most importantly, he would steal my woman!

"Yes, I will. I'll always be on Mommy's side."
"Good boy, Mommy loves you the most." Mom hugged me tightly, moved, and then, seeing that no one else was around, she lowered her head and kissed me passionately. Without hesitation, I reciprocated with my tongue. After a long while, we separated, panting.

"Let's go shopping! Let's buy clothes!" Mom suddenly seemed to have shaken off her gloom, happily pulling my hand and running off.
"Okay!"

So Mom led me through the shopping streets of the city. We bought almost anything and wore it, quickly changing all our clothes. Mom bought me a well-fitting t-shirt and jeans, along with an expensive pair of sneakers. She bought herself a green short-sleeved silk top, a white skirt, pink canvas shoes, and the very delicate gray opaque tights she was already wearing.

Mom, beaming with pride in her new outfit, skipped and hopped along the shopping street, going into every store we saw. Her mood was a world apart from when we first left. Then we went to a denim store. Mom said she wanted to buy a denim skirt and asked if I thought it was okay. Of course, I said yes; Mom looks good in anything.

Mom picked out four or five different styles and sizes of denim skirts and went into the fitting room. I sat obediently outside, waiting for her. But after only a few seconds, Mom opened the door, peeked in, and then pulled me into the fitting room. A little confused, I stared blankly at Mom. My mother's beautiful face, with an incredibly alluring expression and tone, whispered in my ear, "Want to make love with Mom here?"

Hearing this fatal invitation, my eyes widened, and my breathing immediately became heavy. My once innocent eyes instantly transformed into a murky state filled with lust. My mother's cherry lips pressed against mine, our tongues passionately exploring each other. I proactively slipped my small hands under my mother's green silk blouse, lifting up the clothes and bra, and then mercilessly kneading her pair of pink and white breasts. Just like the time I raped her in the department store restroom, my mother raised her head, her small mouth open but unable to utter a sound. Dissatisfied with being at a disadvantage, my mother brushed away my hands, squatted down in front of me, removed my recently bought jeans, and pulled down my underwear to let my already thick, swollen penis breathe. As soon as my penis popped out of my underwear, my mother couldn't wait to snatch it into her mouth. My mother's nimble tongue teased my thick, long shaft, and of course, my testicles also received the caress of her delicate hands. Every inch of my penis, from top to bottom, was glistening and slippery with her saliva.

I swayed my hips back and forth, wanting to release my desire into my mother's lovely mouth. However, my mother discovered my intention, gently pinched the base of my penis, and then waved her right index finger in front of me to indicate no. I pouted in protest. My mother quickly made a move to appease my dissatisfaction. She turned around, presenting her elastic gray pantyhose-clad buttocks to me, lifted the denim skirt she was trying on to her waist, and then proactively used her long fingernails to make a slit in the mysterious triangle area of the gray pantyhose, pushing the black lace panties to the side. She then turned her head and licked her red lips, saying, "Welcome..."

I barely waited for the beauty in front of me to finish speaking before I thrust my penis, which seemed to be calling out for me to fuck her, into my mother's sweet flower. No elaborate foreplay was needed; my mother's vagina was already completely soaked, the warm, narrow passage pressing against the intruder beneath me from all sides. I kicked off my jeans, shifting my legs slightly forward so that with each thrust, I could simultaneously slam my legs against my mother's beautiful legs clad in opaque grey pantyhose. My hands weren't idle either, reaching for my mother's breasts, wantonly kneading her enormous 34E breasts. My mother's two small pink nipples quickly hardened and stood erect under my stimulation, their contrast with the softer mounds of flesh below only amplifying their owner's lewdness.

My thick, hard penis thrust back and forth with incredible difficulty within my mother's vagina, the narrow passage constantly contracting yet becoming increasingly wet, slippery, and hot. The smooth stockings rubbed and collided incessantly against my thighs, the deadly silky touch intoxicating me each time. Not to mention those constantly swaying, snow-white breasts—what man could resist such temptation?

Feeling like I was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled out my penis and changed position. My mother, feeling a sudden emptiness in her vagina, couldn't help but sigh softly. I turned my mother to face me, lifted one of her beautiful legs and placed it on the chair next to her, then inserted my swollen penis back into her from the front. I kissed my mother's lifted, stocking-clad leg as I relentlessly thrust into her clitoris. Lifting one leg seemed to make it easier for me to penetrate deeper, each thrust bringing a surge of heat. Before long, with a tremor throughout my mother's body, her vagina gripped my penis tightly, making it almost impossible for me to move. Then, a large amount of hot semen gushed out from our point of contact. Not yet reaching orgasm, I continued to thrust relentlessly into the beautiful woman before me, intending to reach the peak of sex together while my mother's orgasm was still lingering.

"Does the dress fit?" Suddenly, a shop assistant's voice came from outside. My mother swallowed hard and replied with difficulty, "It's...it's not bad, I'll try it on...I'll try it on a few more times..."
"Okay, please let us know if there are any problems."

Finally, at the very moment the conversation ended, I gripped my mother's pantyhose-clad buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis forward with all my might, ejaculating my pent-up thick semen deep into her honey pot, gushing out in uninterrupted streams. My mother held me tightly to her chest, breathing heavily, letting her son release his thick fluids of desire into her womb. It took a long time for us to recover from the afterglow of our climax, and then we began to tidy our disheveled clothes. But as soon as I pulled my semi-erect penis out of her flower path, a large gush of thick, white semen gushed from my mother's opening, startling her.

My mother frantically pulled out anything she could from her bag to try and clean the mess I had made on her pantyhose, managing to make the white semen less noticeable on her gray pantyhose after a flurry of activity, before heading out to pay.

"Does it fit, miss?" the clerk at the counter asked warmly.
"It fits perfectly, I don't want to change, so I'll buy it all. How much is it in total?" I really couldn't refuse, because I used it all to wipe away my leaked semen!
"The total is..." The clerk quoted a number, and Mom casually pulled out a wad of bills and put them on the counter, then grabbed me and hurriedly ran out of the store.

Haha, having sex with my own mother in the changing room was so incredibly satisfying!

Back at the hotel, after dinner, Mom led me back to the room, looking at me with intensely affectionate eyes the whole way. To outsiders, it was just a display of intimacy between mother and son, but only I knew how complex those eyes contained. Perhaps it included kinship, love, and an overwhelming, unyielding lust.

The hot spring hotel where we stayed had a mixed-gender public bath, as well as individual wooden baths on the balconies of our rooms. Of course, given the impure kinship between Mom and me, it was fine to stay in the room and soak in our own private hot spring.

Mom stripped us both naked and took us outside, then turned on the water and helped me wash up. Although we'd been having sex almost every day for a while, and I'd gotten used to seeing my mother's naked body, the sight of her shapely figure still made me feel a surge of awe. Especially the way she bathed me reminded me that our current physical relationship stemmed from her bathing me. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing, because a blush appeared on her beautiful face as she looked at me tenderly.

While I was rinsing off the soap, my mother went back to her room and brought out a small bag, placing it on the table on the balcony. I looked at her, puzzled, and she gave me a mysterious look. After

we washed ourselves, we soaked in the wooden tub, enjoying the hot spring water flowing from the tap. Although it wasn't as large as the hot springs outside, it was still pleasant for the two of us to quietly enjoy our own world. My mother sat behind me, wrapping her arms around me from behind, her large breasts pressed against my back in the water, sending a shiver down my spine from the soft touch. My mother clearly knew I wouldn't be too well-behaved today, so she took the initiative. My mother placed her soft, boneless hands between my legs and began skillfully stroking my penis, which was gradually unfolding in the hot water. Knowing my sensitive areas well, she teased the ridge between my glans and shaft with her smooth fingertips, as well as my two large testicles, occasionally stroking the urethral opening, making me tremble with pleasure. Not content with being the only one being attacked, I reached down to my mother's most private parts, gently pinching her clitoris and lightly pinching her labia, occasionally inserting my fingers entirely into her vagina.

Having already mastered this, I had little patience. I turned to face my mother and launched my assault on her large breasts. I fondled her white, tender breasts from below with kneading motions, and the two pink nipples quickly became engorged and erect. My mother's breasts were not only large and soft but also exceptionally firm, showing no signs of sagging even when she wasn't wearing a bra. My already small hands looked disproportionately small as I rubbed them against her breasts; even with both hands, I could

n't grasp one of her incredibly full orbs. Instead of letting me caress her breasts, Mom brushed my hands away and lowered herself, gently using the valley formed by her breasts to clamp my penis between them at the water's surface. Never having tried this before, I suddenly found it hard to breathe. Mom pushed her breasts from both sides, clamping my penis between them and beginning to move it up and down. The warm, soft, and elastic feel of those two mounds of flesh was indescribable. My swollen glans moved in and out of her cleavage with the movement of her breasts, like a giant snake in a valley. Occasionally, when it reached its highest point, Mom would stick out her tongue and lick my glans. Throughout, Mom looked at me with seductive eyes, making me so aroused I couldn't speak. Later, Mom simply took advantage of her large breasts and my long penis, directly taking my protruding glans into her mouth, and continuing to clamp and move it between her snow-white breasts. My mother not only provided me with visual stimulation, but also used her tongue to draw circles on my large glans, allowing me to enjoy the pleasure of both the head and shaft being carefully serviced.

"Almost...almost..." I managed to utter a few words with great difficulty. From the sudden increase in the size of my penis, my mother could tell that I was about to ejaculate, but she squeezed my thick shaft even tighter, signaling with her eyes that I could just ejaculate like that. Unable to endure it any longer, I thrust my lower body upwards, letting my throbbing glans recklessly spray thick semen into my mother's small mouth. The violent convulsions seemed to never stop. My mother closed her eyes with some difficulty, tears welling in her eyes, her throat throbbing as she swallowed all of my semen. However, the amount and speed of the ejaculation far exceeded my mother's expectations, causing a large amount of white fluid to overflow from the corners of her mouth. The scene was truly lewd and outrageous.

After I ejaculated into my mother's mouth, she released her large breasts, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth. Then, seemingly still wanting more, she licked the remaining semen from the corner of her lips, as if craving more. Surprisingly, my thick penis showed no signs of shrinking; it remained erect, pointing directly at the beautiful woman's body. Excited, I moved forward, ready to mount her, but then I saw my mother nimbly leap out of the pool, escaping my grasp.

"Wait a minute..."

My mother quickly dried herself off, then took out the small package from the balcony table and quickly put it on. At first, I thought it was black pantyhose. But when my mother unfolded it, I realized it was a full-body pantyhose, from the neck down, body, hands, and of course, legs to toes, all covered in very fine, semi-transparent black pantyhose material. The only opening was the female genitalia, with an empty crotch area, clearly designed for penetration.

"This was bought from overseas..." Mom lightly returned to the hot spring pool and soaked her body. My eyes were already blazing with desire, and my little devilish hands immediately attacked Mom's body. These stockings made every part of her body feel fatally alluring. After putting on these special stockings, Mom seemed to be a walking erogenous zone; no matter which part I caressed, she could only tremble and let out soft moans. My hands relentlessly invaded Mom's curvaceous body, especially her two 34E breasts encased in stockings, which felt smooth and soft to the touch—a double dose of perfect pleasure. In an instant, my almost swollen, purple penis nearly shot out.

My mother sat by the pool, thrusting her naked lower body forward. I, without any hesitation, pressed my thick penis against the triangle of her black hair, supporting her slender waist in black stockings with both hands. I slowly used the egg-sized glans to pry open the two pink petals, penetrating her with my ready-to-go penis.

"Ahhh..." Mom endured my penetration with difficulty. Perhaps it was because her vagina was naturally tight or because my penis was too large, but no matter how many times we had sex, each time my penetration felt like a new beginning for her. My penis slowly broke through her resistance, pushing the hot glans to the deepest part of Mom's wet and hot flower path, and then slowly pulling back. Each movement made Mom's cute little mouth emit sweet moans. I moved my hand behind Mom's amazingly soft pantyhose-clad buttocks and began to thrust into Mom's honey hole faster, back and forth. Having had sex with Mom countless times, I thrust my fierce penis in and out, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, constantly pulling the tender flesh in Mom's honey path in and out. Unable to bear the pleasure all over her body, Mom opened her little mouth forward, yearning for my love, and I did not disappoint her, quickly kissing her lips, and sucking the sweet saliva into Mom's mouth with my tongue. The piston-like movements inside my mother caused the water to ripple, and the hot spring water in the bath splashed out in waves of passion with the back-and-forth swaying of my hips.

"Mommy loves you... Mommy loves my baby..." my mother confessed tearfully, which moved me to kiss her passionately, making me thrust even faster and faster. Suddenly, I pulled my thick penis out completely, making my mother feel a sudden emptiness of loss, and she sighed softly. But I never let my mother down, so I quickly turned her over, making her lie face down on the edge of the pool, slightly sticking out her sexy, stockinged buttocks, and once again, from behind, I thrust heavily into my mother's flower hole in a doggy-style position.

"Too deep... too deep ahh!"

With my mother's cries, I resumed thrusting my thick penis, almost reaching the bottom each time, squeezing the glans into my mother's secret garden. My hands weren't idle either, reaching down to my mother's chest and forcefully grabbing her 34E breasts, which swayed violently back and forth beneath black stockings, kneading those sticky, sexy white breasts with all my might. My

mother, already trembling all over from my thrusting, still didn't forget to sway her hips back and forth to match my full-force thrusts, crying and screaming loudly, moaning wantonly. Her hot vagina, with its countless tiny wrinkles, tightened its grip on my penis with each increasingly rapid thrust. The splashes of water stirred up by my movements grew larger and more violent, as if I wouldn't stop until I had drained the entire pool. My two huge testicles slammed against my mother's stocking-clad buttocks, the sounds of slapping filling the entire balcony. The pleasure kept rising, challenging the limits of my sexual ability without end, making my huge penis swell to an absurd degree, yearning to pour all the poison of desire into the body of this beautiful, lewd beast before me.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Oh...!"

"Cum inside, cum inside Mommy's body, let Mommy give birth to a child for the baby... Ahhhhh!!"

I was almost unconscious from the intense pleasure, driven only by instinct. With a fierce thrust, I plunged my penis, which could no longer withstand the intense pleasure, deep into Mommy's body, forcing the head of my penis into her uterus, and wildly ejaculating the seeds of lust in her secret garden. The seemingly endless waves of intense ejaculation stimulated Mommy, causing her to arch her back and let out a long cry. The two of us trembled violently, our minds and souls intertwined in this endless ejaculation, as if melting and craving more from each other's bodies, forever.

The ejaculation inside Mommy felt like it lasted for a century. I could almost hear the spraying sounds of the white fluid hitting her uterus. A large amount of male semen mixed with Mommy's nectar gushed out from where we were joined, flowing down Mommy's pantyhose and splashing into the hot spring water. The water surface was almost entirely covered with traces of our lovemaking.

After the unprecedented climax gradually subsided, I remained in the doggy-style position, limp behind my mother, panting heavily. My mother was so exhausted that she lay motionless on the edge of the pool; for a while, I worried that she might have fainted or something had happened. After a long while, my mother came to her senses, her face filled with a blissful expression as she asked for a kiss. I withdrew my semi-erect penis and moved to lie down beside her, only to see her vagina, as if a cork had been pulled out, gushing out a torrent of white semen, all of it splashing into the pool.

We exchanged saliva, half-immersed in the water, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. I reached out and hugged my mother, continuing to caress her delicate black bodysuit, as if afraid I would never be able to touch it again.

"Baby," my mother said sweetly, while lovingly reaching out to explore my softening penis, gently squeezing the shaft to try and extract all the semen.

"What's wrong?" Under my mother's caresses, I showed signs of revival. No way? If I keep going, will I die from exhaustion?

"Hmm...nothing, I'll tell you when we get home." My mother smiled mysteriously.
"Okay."

Then I rolled over and sat on the edge of the pool, letting my mother sit on my lap. I shook my now erect penis, looking at her with embarrassment.

"Again? No way?! I'm going to die!" My mother looked at my engorged member with some fear.

"Just once more, Mom, just once more..." Then, without thinking twice, I thrust my penis into my mother's vagina again, making sweet moans echo in our lewd space once more...

Two days later, we returned home. The first thing my mother announced was that she was divorcing my father. My father didn't react much, but quickly went out with my mother to complete the paperwork, then packed his things and moved out the next day—I think he flew to the mainland? Then Mom told me that Dad had been having an affair for a long time, and even had a second home, so he left the house to us as a small compensation, a way of showing his heartlessness.

Actually, I didn't dare say anything, after all, my wife and I had also made Dad a cuckold!
I was curious about what kind of woman Dad's other woman was, but firstly, she'd have to tolerate a short, prematurely ejaculating penis, right?

The second announcement shocked me so much I didn't know how to react.

"Mom is pregnant."
"Huh?"

My mind went completely blank, and I just stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react. Mom slowly explained that at first she thought having sex with me wouldn't lead to pregnancy…after all, I was just a twelve-year-old sixth-grade kid. Later, when she discovered I wasn't a normal kid at all, and my semen was spraying like a waterfall, it was too late, so she just went all out, since she was already considering divorce! Dad would just think it was Mom's boyfriend from somewhere, and as for our friends and family, they'd just think it was Dad's seed from before the divorce. Anyway, she was determined to give birth and raise the child.

I, on the other hand, had a bit of a headache. Becoming a father at twelve was like a fantasy to me, something I'd never even considered. Would the child be my younger brother or sister, or a son or a daughter?

"Don't worry about that, you brat. We'll think about it after the baby is born," Mom chuckled, sitting on my lap. She gently lifted her black silk skirt, revealing her beautiful legs encased in sheer black stockings, and placed my hand on them, stroking them back and forth.

"There's still plenty of time before Xiaoyu's baby is born. We can play for a long, long time..."
"Hehe, Mom's so horny..."

I quickly responded to Mom's seductive teasing. In the dimly lit living room, the sounds of intense physical contact and sweet moans between the beautiful woman and the boy echoed once more—but that was another, much more explicit and violent story...

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