Mom in a short skirt

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My mom in the short skirt
: My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mom is forty and a doctor. She maintains a great
figure, and with her beautiful face, she's very eye-catching on the street. My mom has always
been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day…

That afternoon, after shopping with my mom, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood with my head down, looking at
my mom's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and very shapely. Looking up,
I saw her alluring narrow skirt, her tight white shirt, her fair neck above the neckline, her beautiful hair, her sexy
lips, her large, watery eyes, and her slender eyebrows. My mom possessed a mature beauty, more
charming , radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Looking at my mom, I saw her long, slender legs beneath her skirt, her full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings,
conveying the delicate softness of a mature woman. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt
. I could see that my mother's panties were white and semi-transparent, with elegant lace embroidered around the edges. The fabric
itself was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her mons pubis.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body, my heart almost exploded. After I stood up, my
mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's genitals.

After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation again, and pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatting down, preparing to... But
what I saw was unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside my mother's skirt, and my mother's
thighs kept shifting positions, as if desperately trying to escape.

"Whose hand is this?" I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the more unbelievable what I saw became: a
lewd old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back, his left hand had already reached under her armpit, unbuttoned
a button on the front of her shirt, and slipped it inside her shirt from the front, while his right hand was stroking between her legs.

My mother was holding onto the handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist. And because the old man was
holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.

"No wonder Mom looks uncomfortable," I thought, my eyes glued to his hand.

His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between my mother's legs was already wet.
His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive spot. To avoid the violation, my mother kept her legs
tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. This made me unconsciously
hard.

My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had two children, she was still a beautiful woman, still charming. This was the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely. My eyes were burning with desire; I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was much better
than porn ! Suddenly, the old man's left hand pulled out from under my mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something into his pocket. I thought it looked like a bra… my mother's bra! Sure enough, Mom's firm nipples peeked out . The old man again slipped his left hand inside her shirt, playing with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside her stockings, slowly pulling them down to her knees and her panties to the side. The old man rubbed Mom's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand, not idle, reached down to play with her vulva. Mom was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing the old man to ravage her at will, unable to resist yet forced to suppress her desires. Mom's face flushed red with suppressed urges. I stared wide-eyed at Mom's most intimate place. As the old man teased and probed, Mom seemed unable to restrain herself ; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw Mom's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the vaginal fluid seeping from between her labia soaking his fingers. The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbed it a few times, and then wiped it, still wet with her juices, onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below her abdomen. My mother struggled frantically, trying to get rid of his hand. To me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his filthy hand, making my penis hard and bulging in my pants. I watched the man fondle my mother's genitals while my eyes lewdly admired the delicious flesh before me. My mother tried to suppress her emotions, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. Meanwhile, his hand wasn't idle either; he raised his fingers, preparing to penetrate my mother's vagina. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs, allowing his fingers to enter her warm, wet vagina. I suddenly realized I should save my mother, not just watch—how could I let this lewd old man defile my mother! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man who had been harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain, immediately withdrew his hand, and glared at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I glared back at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop. Many people boarded at this stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft and full body made my heart race. Due to the crowded conditions, I could only press even closer to my mother. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no! Her inner thighs were pressed against my manhood. I felt my penis gradually becoming engorged and erect… “Ah… Mom… so bouncy…” My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother’s genitals. My mother instinctively tried to pull away, but the train was too crowded to avoid it. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt. The penis inside my underwear pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which had just been played with. "Ah... Mom's soft little hole, if only I could touch it... But what if Mom screams... wouldn't I ... No, when Mom was being harassed earlier..." "As long as I'm careful..." My desire was already burning high, like fire. Once lust took hold, I didn't care about anything else and began to slowly press my legs against the inside of my mother's thighs. I slowly, slowly exerted force, spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart little by little... But I was still a little hesitant, so slow that it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort to control myself, my legs were still trembling little by little! My mother began to feel something was wrong. She realized that my legs were spreading her own legs apart. She wanted to move her legs away, but she was powerless.

I stealthily slipped my hand under my mother's skirt, and soon I touched her full thigh. She
trembled , glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me but not daring to scream.

The feel of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic desire. I
stretched out my right leg and thrust it harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting body, trying to avoid me,
put even more pressure on my right leg, and I could feel the intense heat of her mons pubis
. The combination of my cold right knee exposed under my athletic shorts and the burning heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing my mother's
pantyhose , and through the hole, I touched her genitals through her underwear. Without thinking twice, I
boldly probed her plump vulva with my fingers, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed
my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

Caught off guard, my mother's private parts were attacked again, and she let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

She shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to free my hand, but I wasn't about to give
up . I
immediately pressed myself against her from the front, my left hand gripping her slender waist tightly, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand began its assault.

My mother felt my bold hand relentlessly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes it would forcefully
penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning heat, pushing her long legs open even wider; other times it would
gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hairs, making her feel an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

A series of light, tingling currents continuously burrowed into the inner thighs, into the slippery, tender flesh, swirling
within the delicate folds of the vagina, stimulating the sensitive, erect, red, and plump
clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, causing waves of lustful fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of the tender flesh; at other times,
I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on the inner thighs, causing my mother a piercing pain. My mother almost gave up
resisting, allowing my rude and lewd hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling
the warm, moist radiation emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even more violently, a soft, warm
touch ; my mother's vaginal opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly, immediately feeling an
endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's vagina! I was overwhelmed with emotion. I never imagined that my
fingers would be pressed against my mother's sweet, tender little hole. Although there was still a layer of panties between us,
they were completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the wet,
semi-transparent white panties.

My mother tried to move her hips, but her body didn't obey her, only
trembling slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape .
My mother's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body seemed to move in response to my touch.

Through the nylon panties, I could feel the presence of my mother's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked
the inside of her jade-like thighs and between her thighs. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't help but caress her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through the semi-transparent white lace
panties . The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingertips.

My mother twisted and trembled, pressing against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to dodge. My hand firmly grasped
her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curled strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants
; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.

A lewd grin spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully. "Mmm..." My mother couldn't help but
moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled
the panties with varying force, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia.

I held the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft.
My hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft, and my mother's whole body stiffened. The chaotic
pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited.
The intense , made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with desire. My right hand moved from her left hip to inside her white lace panties
, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers teasing her labia... then rubbing
her clitoris. As my right hand, spread open, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily
arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother tried to grab my hand, but I almost pulled her hand into her panties as well.

Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body
twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between them; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to escape even
more , but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushing up the clitoral hood, my fingertips gently rubbing the exposed clitoris. This action caused her
to unconsciously arch her hips and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened petals, my mother's
slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair.

"No...don't..." my mother murmured dreamily.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm
pressed , I felt her vulva slightly clinging to my palm. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I
pulled on her underwear. She stood there resignedly, letting me play with her, not daring to look me in the eye.

Seeing my mother's reaction, I felt even more confident in ravaging her. I held my mother tightly to my chest, using my knee to force
her legs apart, her legs were spread open, and her vulva opened as well. My hand slowly roamed
between my mother's thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that her vulva was very full,
with large .

Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I
felt Beneath the soft, downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender crevice, a cute little sprout
shrank.

I parted the labia with my fingers, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother let out a soft moan.
The agonizing sounds wouldn't go away. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the petals.
A small bead protruded from the complex walls of her vagina. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers; her vulva felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, moving it up and down, pulling at her clitoris,
and spreading her labia. The small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. At this point, Mom was probably feeling
considerable pleasure; her vulva was filled with vaginal fluid, making my touch even more slippery.

My fingers followed the cleft, inserting one by one into Mom's vagina. After three of my fingers were fully inside
Mom's warm, wet vagina, I used my little finger, leaving it outside, to probe Mom's anus, while my thumb stroked the clitoris. Mom
tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so. My

three fingers expanded inside her; I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina, thrusting them in and out. I
felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her snow-white throat trembling. She was held tightly,
unable to escape, and had no choice but to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and
a honey-like fluid flowed from them, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently
tried little by little…

…Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above her vagina. Every time
I stimulated this spot, my mother would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive, most hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers,
my mother trembled, her body gradually going limp against me. I used
my left arm to hold her slender waist and lifted her up, while my right hand continued to play with her.

With each thrust and penetration, I felt my fingers tightening around her vaginal opening, her labia
opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired her semi-conscious, alluring state.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing
it …

“Mmm… mmm…” she groaned softly, unable to bear the stimulation. I forgot everyone else
was there; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed against her labia. Doing this in front of so many people
provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax, and soon I ejaculated onto her
panties . As soon as

the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother, and before she could react, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran
home.

When my mother returned home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her OL (office lady) persona, my mother had
emerged from her nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor.

“Come here,” Mom stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” My heart skipped a beat. Mom was going to settle scores with me. What should I do? If Mom
told Dad, he’d kill me.

“You…you’re so outrageous!” Mom’s beautiful face flushed red with emotion. “You actually…

did this to Mom!” I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and blushing, saying, “Mom…
today …I’m sorry…I…there’s something…I…I feel ashamed to say it…” I put on a
pitiful act.

“Is something wrong? Tell Mom.” Seeing my face turn red, Mom’s anger turned to suspicion.
“What’s there to be ashamed of? What happened?” Mom patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

“If I tell the truth, Mom, you can’t laugh at me!” I made up my mind, my face contorted with pain
, and sat down next to Mom.

“Of course! Mom will never laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!” Mom’s curiosity was piqued.

“Uh… I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.”

“Insomnia! Why?”

“I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts.”

There have been many accidental suicides among middle school students recently; even the slightest setback can trigger impulsive suicidal thoughts, so
my mother was quite startled. Her questioning turned into concern: “I understand how you feel. Tell me so
we can solve this problem properly.” My mother leaned closer to my knees, gently patting my thigh, encouraging me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: “I feel like I’m going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school,
my blood boils, I feel like I’m about to explode!”

My mother nodded deeply: “It’s normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don’t take it to heart.
Is this why you… are you upset with me this time?”

“Yes… but, Mom, I really want to see women’s bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest
women.”

“Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!” "Mom exclaimed.

"That's why I've been so stubbornly holding back, clinging
to .

Mom, what should I do?"

My questioning left Mom speechless for a moment. She understood my distress, but didn't know how to express it.
"Just once, let me look closely at a woman's body. Maybe that will make me feel much better and allow me
to focus on my studies." I said innocently and curiously.

"You want to see a woman's genitals, right?" Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Would knowing
the differences between their genitals and men's make you feel much better?"

"Yes! That's it."

Mom considered for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was prepared to grit her teeth
and use her body as a teaching tool to educate her son. Solving her son's problem was solving everyone's problem, wasn't it
?

"Mom's genitals can be used as a reference. I hope you won't have any more worries after seeing them, understand?" I almost burst out laughing ;

Mom had fallen for it. I never imagined that after just playing with her beautiful genitals, I could
now legitimately examine them closely, and even… I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. Needing light for education, Mom turned on the wall lamp.

She took off her high heels, lifted her skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn
pantyhose and wet underwear I had made immediately aroused me.

Mom's cheeks flushed: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying back on the sofa, Mom
exposed her lower body, slowly spreading her legs, revealing her private parts to her son.

My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between my mother's knees, hot breath escaping from my nostrils
.

It was indeed an incredibly alluring pose. My eyes were drawn to my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy
pubic hair, her labia minora slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva… Through the bright light of the room, I spread
my mother 's thighs apart, looking closely at her soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed
anus.

"Wow! This is the female genitalia! Mom's genitals are so beautiful!" I exclaimed, gazing at the shyly peeking clitoris at
the tip of . My hot breath touched her vulva, and my mother
trembled slightly.

"Are you done?" Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—something even her husband had never
observed to her son...

"Mom, let me look again, there's still something I don't understand." I quickly grasped Mom's
slender foot, encased in stockings, with my left hand, causing her to lie down again helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing a small, adorable pink
clitoris.

I grasped the trembling bud, and Mom unintentionally arched her back, letting out a
soft moan , because I had grasped the sensitive bud.

"Mom! What is this protruding bud?" I asked innocently, while gently rubbing
Mom's clitoris with my fingers.

"Oh! That's the clitoris, also... called... clitoral... Ouch!... Don't touch it like that!"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to!" Like an innocent child, I immediately
stopped , but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, stubbornly touching it for a while before gently releasing it.

“Mom! What are those two drooping fleshy pieces on the left and right? They have so many wrinkles!” I
gently touched Mom’s labia again.

“Hmm… those are the labia majora, ah… don’t touch them like that!”

My fingers kept stroking her labia. Mom resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised,
she couldn’t dodge. Mom’s labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth.

“Mom, what’s this called?” Mom felt a little helpless about my
attitude her buttocks often swayed involuntarily.

“Those… those are the labia minora, are you done yet?” Mom’s breathing became more and more rapid: “Are you done
yet …”

“But there are still many things I don’t understand.” I said, and put my fingers into Mom’s secret place again, and
kept playing with them: “Mom! What is this little hole for?”

“Ah!… ah…” Mom’s body twisted violently: “This is the urethral opening.”

“Is that where urine comes out?”

“Yes!… yes! Don’t touch it like that… hey! Don’t play with it…” As soon as my fingers left, Mom’s
lower abdomen rose and fell like waves.

“Mom, there’s a pink little hole here, what’s it for?” I parted my mother’s labia,
revealing her beautiful vulva.

Her mysterious opening opened, revealing glistening red walls filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face
close to her vulva, inhaling the strong scent of the fluid. Unable to control my desire, I
gently licked her vulva with my tongue when she couldn’t see. The overflowing fluid became sticky and tasted sour.

Then I slowly slid my fingers into her vagina. After my ministrations, her vagina was
very wet, and my fingers moved in and out smoothly.

“Ah!…No, don’t touch…that’s the birthing hole…don’t touch it!…
Ouch !…

pull your fingers out!” my mother screamed.

“Oh! The birthing hole…Mom gave birth to me from here, right?” I
said, rotating my fingers inside her vulva like a stirring rod.

The wet, open vulva involuntarily tightened around the unreasonable “learner.” My middle finger had already penetrated to
the base , the soft flesh completely wrapped around it. My finger stirred inside, the wet flesh possessing
a powerful elasticity, as if trying to suck it in. I was not only surprised, but also somewhat moved, that my
beautiful had such a sensitive vagina.

My mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly leaked out.

"Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid coming out of your vagina! Mom,
what's wrong with you?

" "It's all your fault…it's all because you touched me so much…that's why I'm like this."

"Just playing with your finger makes this happen?" I inserted my finger into my mother's vagina again, constantly
probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris.

This repeated until my mother lost all strength to resist. Suddenly, she arched
her back, allowing my finger to penetrate even deeper, and she fell into a semi-conscious state.

"Ouch!" "...Stop digging...I can't take it anymore..." Mom tried to rouse herself several times,
but I grabbed her legs and lifted them high, leaving her powerless to resist my manipulation.

Mom's vagina presented a very lewd sight; her split labia, under the force of my fingers, had turned
bright revealing the inner walls covered in sticky, lustful fluid. There was a round hole in the middle,
where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only went in and out of Mom's vagina but also into the cleft of her buttocks,
exploring her anus with my fingertips. As I caressed her chrysanthemum bud, Mom's body
trembled . Seeing Mom's intense reaction, I felt very satisfied. I used my fingers to scoop up the nectar from her vagina
and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

"Ah...no..." My mother's chrysanthemum bud, which no other man, not even my father, might have had the chance to violate,
was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. My mother's naked genitals were being touched and dug haphazardly by my fingers, her confused
emotions being pushed towards a surge of intense desire. Her body convulsed, and her temperature rose higher and higher.

My mother's upper body arched backward, while simultaneously twisting her full buttocks; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled, and
her usually dignified, violet-like face displayed an almost unbelievable, seductive expression. My mother couldn't help but
moan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.

Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was already seven o'clock in the evening. My mother snapped back to reality, her body
arching , breaking free from my grasp: "That's enough, your father will be back soon. That's enough. You understand enough now."
"Too much, Mom still has to cook dinner."

Mom quickly regained her composure, putting on her clothes and shoes while advising me to focus my energy
elsewhere , saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in a while. Just

then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door; Dad had returned. Mom had already gone into the kitchen and started working.

In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug Mom from behind, pressing my swollen penis against
her buttocks through her clothes, desperately poking and prodding her anus through her skirt or pants, or I would sneak
under the table to get a good look at what was under Mom's skirt, deliberately touching her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when Mom wasn't paying attention while cooking, I would pretend to help and peek through a small mirror from behind her, revealing
the alluring sight of her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly.
Being able to masturbate while peeking at what was under Mom's skirt was really great!

One noon, I returned home Seeing my mother's back as she cooked in the kitchen, her still-on-the-rack work outfit
—my favorite pink short jacket over a slightly sheer white shirt, and a light
white silk skirt paired with sheer flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs—filled me with endless fantasies
(how wonderful it would be to push her down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously
swelled to match my fantasies.

I first quietly crouched down behind my mother, peeking at the base of her beautiful legs. I noticed she
was wearing white lingerie today—a white lace-trimmed pantyhose with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored
stockings—making my penis even more swollen. I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my pent-up desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my
pants , took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother, "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran
over and hugged her from behind. "Mom, today I solved a math problem on stage for everyone, and the teacher
praised my method, saying I'm very smart!"

(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so nice!) I pressed
my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!

"That's good," Mom said. "Keep it up!"

(Oh, I will keep it up.) Slowly moving my hips, through her silk skirt, I pressed my penis against
the crevice between Mom's two fleshy buttocks, moving it up and down, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against the
area of her wet vulva through her panties.

"Okay, I will keep it up."

(It feels so good to keep it up; the opening at the tip of my penis has already leaked some semen due to the intense stimulation
.)

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "Why is your body moving around like that, and why are you making strange noises?" Mom
asked (It feels so good, ah...!)

"It's nothing, Mom, I just feel a little itchy, probably from mosquito bites." Afraid that Mom would
notice , I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen little brother back into my pants.

"Mom, I'm going back to my study to read."

Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the desecration I had just committed, and began to masturbate. Just as I was about
to reach climax, I suddenly heard Mom call me: "Dinner's ready." "

After lunch, Mom went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. Dad wasn't home today, so I thought…

I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw Mom fast asleep. She was still
wearing her usual clothes, only a blanket was covering her stomach. Her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed,
making me swallow hard. Plus, I had just masturbated; it was practically torture!

Driven by curiosity, I cautiously tried to peek at what underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed,
and I couldn't peek through the skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind: if she was sound asleep, I could just lift her
skirt without her noticing.

I gently called 'Mom,' but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended to
cover her with the blanket, but she didn't move. I gently patted…" She didn't move at all. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was
suffocating. I took a deep breath and reached for her skirt, carefully flipping it over her stomach. Perhaps she
was too tired , she was sleeping soundly, and I didn't even wake her.

The short skirt was lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing
extremely thin flesh-colored stockings, the stockings covering her sexy thighs only a few centimeters below the top of her thighs, with
two white garter straps; between her legs was a high-slit thong, with pubic hair peeking out from the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and the pubic area was actually openwork
! A few pubic hairs were exposed, fine and not very curly. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, the thin
, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva. Her labia were fully exposed, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

When I gently touched my mother's lips with my fingers, even through her panties, I could feel
the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like flesh.

My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very
moist, making me want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed slightly—so beautiful! Her legs were white and straight.
I couldn't resist sneaking another look at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them
again to see if they were as soft as they had been the other day (duh!). Anyway,
it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more!

So I straightened my mother's skirt, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently covered her small, tender body,
which was covered in flesh-colored stockings. I held her slender feet in my hands, caressing and playing with them, but my mother didn't move. Her feet were less than five inches long, with
neatly arranged toes and a beautiful, captivating shape. Her delicate, rounded feet fit perfectly in my grasp,
feeling soft and comfortable against the silk stockings; I couldn't bear to put them down. I wanted to touch her breasts next .

I quietly covered her skirt, then, with trembling fingertips
, unbuttoned her top, gently and slowly pulling it up until I finally reached her chest. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like the number 8. The rounded cups were perfectly filled by her full breasts, covering them without appearing like some women who, lacking substance, deliberately buy larger sizes to hide it. The center of the rounded cups was slightly pointed—those must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak.

As I slowly rose and leaned closer to her, my arm involuntarily reaching out, my palm cupped inward, only a centimeter away from her
breast . I didn't dare to actually squeeze it, but instead, from a distance, I gently stroked its shape,
imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing became rapid, and my hands almost wanted to reach down and fondle her full
breasts, then slip inside to grasp her mysterious nipples.

I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast. I was glad she didn't react, so I placed
my entire palm on her breast. Wow! So big! Even though there was a thin barrier between us, the soft, warm
feeling made my breathing extremely erratic, and my mind went blank.

I squeezed it a little, but my mother didn't move. I squeezed harder... Haha, she really was fast asleep. But the important thing was the
matter at hand . I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened my mother's legs. My mother was wearing white lace
panties, so thin and transparent that they vaguely revealed the shape of her dark forest.

With her honeyed vulva barely visible, I suddenly became frantic, frantically exploring with my tongue. I plucked the thin
fabric and headed straight for my mother's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated
my taste buds and nose, further arousing me. I teased my mother's vulva with my tongue, and she moaned softly.
She was probably having a wet dream; she hadn't woken up.

Now the question was, how could I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs
wider, carefully kneeling between them, and leaned down, trying to pull her panties
away from . But they were a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I
finally had enough space. With my left hand, I carefully pulled her panties from under her crotch to her left side, revealing her entire
vulva .

I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face against it, wanting a closer look. Her
labia were slightly parted, and I could see two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the fuzzy
edges of her labia, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the cleft, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower
suddenly blooming.

Spreading the fleshy mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris, so I carefully parted it a little more,
revealing a moist, glossy, bright red opening surrounded by fleshy tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I
put my nose close and smelled it; there was a sweet scent.

I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark,
soft pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist wanting to lick my mother's vulva like in porn movies, so I gently licked
her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, my mother even had vaginal fluid flowing in her sleep, so while she was wet with it, I
reached out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.

Gradually, her vaginal fluids soaked the sheets, and even I became so excited I wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted my mother's engorged labia, probing her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching
her sensitive clitoris, and finally, fully penetrating her, reaching her cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips
, and my sleeping mother's hips swayed gently with my hands in excitement.

So I climbed on top of her, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis
, rubbing it against the slit of her vulva. Touching her thick pubic hair, my penis swelled even more;
when I touched my mother's honey-drenched vulva, it swelled to its maximum size. I felt so soft and slippery, I wanted to
thrust inside her immediately.

Suddenly, my mother stirred, and I realized she seemed to be waking up, so I quickly slipped under the bed.
When my mother woke up, she seemed a little confused, but thankfully, she hadn't noticed my presence yet. My mother went out for a while,
and she was still muttering, "Why did this child run off without taking a nap today?" Little did she know that I was under her bed,
masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is forty years old and a doctor. My mother maintains a good
figure, and with her beautiful face, she is very eye-catching when she walks down the street. My mother
has always been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day...

That afternoon, my mother and I took the subway home after shopping. The train was crowded. I stood with my head down, looking at
my mother's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and very well-proportioned. Looking up,
there was her alluring narrow skirt, her tight white shirt, her fair neck above the neckline, her beautiful hair, her sexy
lips, her big, watery eyes, and her slender eyebrows. My mother has a mature beauty, more
charming , exuding the charm of a mature woman.

I looked at my mother. Beneath her skirt, her long, shapely legs were visible, her full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings,
exuding the delicate softness of a mature woman. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt
. I could see that her panties were white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace. The fabric
itself was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight rise of her mons pubis.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body, my heart felt like it would explode. After I stood up, my
mind was filled with images of my mother's genitals.

After a while, unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to tie my shoelaces again, squatted down, and prepared to… but then I saw
something unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside my mother's skirt, her
thighs constantly shifting position, as if desperately trying to escape.

"Whose hand is that?" I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a
lewd- old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped
under her armpit, unbuttoning a button on her shirt and reaching inside from the front. His right hand was caressing between her legs.

My mother was holding onto the handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist. Moreover, because the old man was
holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.

"No wonder Mom looks uncomfortable," I thought, staring intently at his hand.

His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between my mother's legs was already wet.
His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive area. To avoid the violation, my mother
kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. This sight made me
hard without realizing it.

My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had given birth to two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was
the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely, and my eyes were practically burning with desire; I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was
much better than any pornographic film!

Suddenly, the old man's left hand slipped out of my mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something into his pocket.
I thought it looked like a bra… my mother's bra! Sure enough, my mother's firm nipples peeked
out .

The old man again slipped his left hand inside my mother's shirt, playing with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped
inside her stockings, slowly pulling them down to her knees and then her underwear to the side. The old man
rubbed my mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to play with my mother's vulva.

My mother was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing the old man to ravage her at will,
unable to resist yet forced to suppress her lust. My mother's face flushed red with suppressed desire.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most secret place. As the old man teased and probed, my mother seemed
unable to resist ; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two
bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the lustful fluid seeping from her vulva soaking his fingers.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping it, still wet with lustful fluid
, onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below her abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of his hand;
to me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard
and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man playing with my mother's genitals while my
eyes ogling the delicious flesh before me.

My mother tried to suppress her composure, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. Meanwhile, that hand wasn't idle either,
raising its fingers to try and slip into my mother's vagina
. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs apart, allowing his fingers to penetrate her warm, moist vagina.

I suddenly realized that I should be saving my mother, not just watching—how could I let this lewd old
man finger-rape my mother! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He
endured the excruciating pain and immediately withdrew his hand, glaring at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I glared back at the
old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop.

Many people boarded at that stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft,
full body made my heart race. Due to the crowded conditions, I could only press myself even closer to my mother's body. She
seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. This was bad; her inner thighs were
pressed against my penis. I felt it gradually swell and harden…

“Ah… Mom… so bouncy…” My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother’s genitals.
She instinctively tried to pull away, but the car was too crowded, and she couldn’t escape. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder,
almost reaching under her skirt.

My penis, inside her underwear, pressed against my mother’s elastic vulva, which had just been played with. “Ah…
Mom soft hole, if only I could touch it… But what if Mom screams… wouldn’t I
… No, when Mom was harassed earlier…”

“As long as I’m careful…” My desire was already burning high, like fire.
With lust rising, I didn’t care about anything else and began to gradually press my legs against the inside of my mother’s thighs. Slowly, slowly, I
exerted my strength, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart...

But I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort I was putting in, my
legs were trembling slightly! My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs
were spreading hers apart. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under her skirt, quickly touching her full thigh. She
trembled , glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me, but daring not to cry out.

The sensation of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further stimulated my animalistic desires. I
extended my right leg and thrust it even harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting, evasive body
put even more pressure on my right leg, and I felt the intense heat of her mons pubis.
The combination of my cold right knee exposed under my athletic shorts, the burning heat of my mother's thigh, and the friction of the stockings gave me a strange sensation.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing her
pantyhose and reaching her genitals through the hole. Without a second thought, my fingers
darted further towards her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed
my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

Caught off guard by this renewed attack, my mother let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

She shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to free my hand, but I wasn't about to give up. I pressed myself
against her from the front, my left hand gripping her slender waist tightly, immobilizing her. Then,
my right hand began its assault.

My mother felt my bold hand relentlessly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes it would forcefully
penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning heat, pushing her long legs open even wider; other
times it would gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hairs, making her feel an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

A series of light, tingling currents continuously burrowed into the inner thighs, into the slippery, tender flesh, swirling
within the delicate folds of the vagina, stimulating the sensitive, erect, red, and plump
clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of the tender flesh; at other times,
I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on the inner thighs, causing my mother to feel a piercing pain. My mother almost gave up
resisting, allowing my rude and lewd hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.

As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling
the warm, moist radiation emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even more violently, a soft, warm
touch ; my mother's vaginal opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly, immediately feeling an
endless, gentle sinking in.

So this was my mother's vagina! I felt an indescribable emotion; I never imagined that my...
My fingers were pressed against my mother's sweet, tender little hole. Although there was still a layer of panties between us, they were
completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the wet,
semi-transparent white panties.

My mother moved her hips, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't really obey her, only
trembling slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape.
My mother's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body, touched by me, seemed to move in response.

Through the nylon panties, I could feel the presence of my mother's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked
the inside of her jade-like legs and between her thighs. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't help but caress her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through the semi-transparent white lace
panties . The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingertips.

My mother twisted and trembled, pressing against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to dodge. My hand firmly grasped
her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curled strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants
; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.

A lewd grin spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully. "Mmm..." My mother couldn't help but
moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled
the panties with varying force, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia.

I held the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft.
My hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft, and my mother's whole body stiffened. The chaotic
pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited.
The intense , made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with desire. My right hand moved from her left hip to inside her white lace panties
, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers teasing her labia... then rubbing
her clitoris. As my right hand, spread open, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily
arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother tried to grab my hand, but I almost pulled her hand into her panties as well.

Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body
twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between them; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to escape even
more , but I held her firmly with my left hand.

I parted her labia with two fingers, pushing up the clitoral hood, my fingertips gently rubbing the exposed clitoris. This action caused her
to unconsciously arch her hips and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened petals, my mother's
slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair.

"No...don't..." my mother murmured dreamily.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm
pressed , I felt her vulva slightly clinging to my palm. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I
pulled on her underwear. She stood there resignedly, letting me play with her, not daring to look me in the eye.

Seeing my mother's reaction, I felt even more confident in ravaging her. I held my mother tightly to my chest, using my knee to force
her legs apart, her legs were spread open, and her vulva opened as well. My hand slowly roamed
between my mother's thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that her vulva was very full,
with large .

Her pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. When her full thighs parted, I
felt Under the soft downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean
sprout was shrunken.

I parted the labia with my fingers, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother made
a painful sound but couldn't get rid of it. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the labia.
The little bean protruded from the complex flesh walls. I caressed the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers. Her vulva felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, touching it up and down, pulling her clitoris,
and spreading her labia apart. My mother's tiny clitoris swelled under my caresses. She was probably already experiencing considerable
pleasure; her vulva was covered in lubrication, making it even more slippery as I touched it.

My fingers, one by one, slid along the cleft into
her , I used my little finger to probe her anus, while my thumb teased her clitoris. She
tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her. My

three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into her vagina, thrusting in and out. I
felt her vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her pale throat trembling. Holding me tightly, she
couldn't escape and had to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper, and her
juices flowed out, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.

After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently
tried, little by little…

…Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above her vagina. Every time
I stimulated it, my mother would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.

I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers,
my mother trembled, her body gradually going limp on me. I used
my left hand to hold her slender waist and lifted her up,

while my right hand continued to play with her. With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vagina, her labia
opening and closing with each thrust. As I played with her, I admired my mother's semi-conscious, delicate
state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing
it ...

"Mmm... mmm..." She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I had forgotten
the presence of others; with the swaying of the carriage, my penis rubbed back and forth against my mother's labia. Doing this in front of so many people
gave me an extra thrill, and I quickly reached my climax, ejaculating onto my mother's
underwear .

As soon as the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother, and before she could react, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off the train, and ran
home.

When Mom came home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her reputation as an office lady, Mom had
recovered from her nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor.

"Come here," Mom stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. Mom was going to settle scores with me. What should I do? If Mom
told Dad, he'd kill me.

"You...you're so outrageous!" Mom's beautiful face flushed red with emotion. "You actually...

did that to Mom!" I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and stammering, "Mom...
today ...I'm sorry...I...there's something...I...I feel ashamed to say it..." I put on a
pitiful act. "

Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my flushed face, Mom's anger turned to confusion.
"What's there to be ashamed of? What happened?" Mom patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

"If I tell the truth, Mom, please don't laugh at me!" I had made up my mind, and with a pained
expression on my face, I sat down next to my mother.

"Of course! Mom will never laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My mother's curiosity was piqued.

"Uh... I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

"Insomnia! Why?" "

I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts."

There have been many accidental suicides among middle school students recently, and they are prone to impulsive suicidal thoughts at the slightest setback, so
my mother was quite startled. Her questioning turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so
we can solve the problem properly." My mother moved closer to my knees, gently patted my thigh, and encouraged me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school,
my blood turns to mush, and I feel like I'm about to explode!"

My mother nodded deeply: "It's normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it
to heart. Is this why you... are you upset with me this time?" “

Yes…but, Mom, I really want to see women’s bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest
women.”

“Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!” Mom exclaimed.

“That’s why I’m trying so hard to hold back. I’ve been stubbornly clinging
to .

Mom, what should I do?”

Mom was speechless for a moment, understanding my troubles but unsure how to express them.
“Just once, let me see women’s bodies carefully. Maybe that will make me feel much better and allow me
to focus on my studies.” I said innocently and curiously.

“You want to see women’s genitals, right?” Mom asked, trying to sound calm. “Would knowing
the differences between their genitals and men’s make you feel much better?”

“Yes! That’s it.” "

Mom thought for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was ready to grit her
teeth and use her body as a teaching tool to educate her son. Solving her son's troubles was the same as solving everyone's troubles ,
wasn't it?

'Mom's genitals are for reference. I hope you won't have any more troubles after seeing them, understand?'

I almost laughed out loud. Mom had indeed fallen for it. I never thought that I could
now again, and even... I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. Mom turned on the wall lamp because she needed light for the lesson.

Mom took off her high heels, lifted her short skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees.
The pantyhose I had torn and her wet underwear immediately aroused me.

Mom's cheeks flushed: 'Alright! You're only allowed to look!'" "My mother lay on her back on the sofa, her lower body
exposed , her legs slowly spreading open, revealing her private parts to her son.

My throat bobbed, I swallowed, and leaned my head between her knees, hot breath escaping from my nostrils
.

Indeed, it was an incredibly alluring pose. What came into view was my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy
pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva… Through the bright light of the room, I spread
my mother 's thighs apart, looking closely at her soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed
anus.

'Wow! This is female genitalia! Mom's genitals are so beautiful!' I gazed at the shyly peeking clitoris
at the tip of . My hot breath sprayed onto her vulva, and my mother
trembled slightly.

'Are you done?'" "Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—something even her husband had never
observed to her son…

'Mom, let me look again, there's still something I don't understand.' I quickly grasped Mom's slender foot, encased in stockings
, with my left hand, causing her to lie down again helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing a small, cute pink
clitoris.

I grasped the trembling bud, and Mom unintentionally arched her back, letting out a
soft , because I had grasped the sensitive bud.

'Mom! What is this protruding bud?' I asked innocently, while gently rubbing
Mom's clitoris with my fingers.

'Oh! That's the clitoris, also…called…clitoral…Ouch! …Don't touch it!'

'I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to!' Like an innocent child, I immediately
stopped , but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, stubbornly touching it for a while before gently releasing it.

'Mom!' " What are those two drooping fleshy pieces on the left and right? They have so many wrinkles! I
gently touched my mother's labia again.

"Mmm...those are the labia majora, ah...don't touch them like that!"

My fingers kept stroking her labia. My mother resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised,
she couldn't dodge. My mother's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth.

"Mom, what's this called?" My mother felt a little helpless about my
insistence , and her buttocks often swayed involuntarily.

"Those...those are the labia minora, are you done yet?" My mother's breathing became more and more rapid: "Are you
done yet ..."

"But there are still many things I don't understand." I said, and then put my fingers into my mother's secret place again, not yet...
I played with it, asking, "Mommy! What's this little hole for?"

"Ah!...Ah..." Mommy's body twitched violently. "This is the urethra."

"Is that where urine comes out?"

"Yes!...Yes! Don't touch it...Hey! Don't play..." As soon as I removed my fingers, Mommy's
lower abdomen undulated like waves.

"Mommy, there's a pink little hole here, what's it for?" I parted Mommy's labia,
revealing her beautiful vulva.

Mommy's mysterious opening opened, and I saw the glistening red flesh walls filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face
close to Mommy's vulva, smelling the strong scent of honey-like fluid. I could no longer control my desire. Taking advantage of Mommy's inability to see, I
gently licked her vulva with my tongue. The overflowing fluid became sticky, giving it a sour taste.

Then I slowly slid my fingers into Mommy's vagina. After my play, her vagina was already
very wet, and my fingers easily moved in and out of her honey hole.

"Ah!...No, don't touch that...that's the birthing cave...don't touch it!...
Ouch !...

pull your finger out!" Mom screamed.

"Oh! The birthing cave...Mom gave birth to me from here, right?" I
said, rotating my finger, inserted into Mom's petals, like a stirring rod.

The wet petals involuntarily clamped down on the unreasonable "learner." My middle finger had already entered
the root , the soft flesh completely wrapped around my finger, stirring inside. At this moment, the wet flesh had
a strong elasticity, as if it wanted to suck my finger in. I was not only surprised that my
beautiful had such a sensitive flesh cave, but I was also somewhat moved.

Mom's beautiful face turned pale and red, her legs trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly leaked out.

"Mom! You've become so strange! There's so much water flowing out of the birthing cave! Mom,
what's wrong with you?

" "It's all your fault...it's all because you touched me...that's why Mom is like this." "

Just playing with my fingers will cause this?" I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly
probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris.

This constant repetition caused my mother to lose all strength to resist. Suddenly, she arched
her back, allowing my fingers to penetrate even deeper, and she fell into a semi-conscious state.

"Ouch!" "...Stop digging...I can't take it anymore..." Mom tried to rouse herself several times,
but I grabbed her legs and lifted them high, leaving her powerless to resist my manipulation.

Mom's vagina presented a very lewd sight; her split labia, under the force of my fingers, had turned
bright revealing the inner walls covered in sticky, lustful fluid. There was a round hole in the middle,
where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only went in and out of Mom's vagina but also into the cleft
of her buttocks, exploring her anus with my fingertips. As I caressed her chrysanthemum bud, Mom's body
trembled . Seeing Mom's intense reaction, I felt very satisfied. I used my fingers to scoop up the nectar from her vagina
and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.

"Ah...no..." My mother's chrysanthemum bud, which no other man, even my father, might have had the chance to violate,
was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. My mother's naked genitals were being touched and dug haphazardly by my fingers, her confused
emotions being pushed towards a surge of intense desire. Her body convulsed, and her temperature rose higher and higher.

My mother's upper body arched backward, while simultaneously twisting her full buttocks; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled,
and her usually dignified, violet-like face displayed an almost unbelievable, seductive expression. My mother couldn't help but
moan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.

Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was already seven o'clock in the evening. My mother snapped back to reality, her body
arching , breaking free from my grasp: "Alright, your father will be back soon. That's enough. You've learned
enough. I still need to make dinner." "

Mom quickly regained her composure, dressing and putting on her shoes while advising me to focus my energy
elsewhere , saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in a while.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door; Dad had returned. Mom was already in the kitchen, busy with her tasks.

For the next few days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug Mom from behind, pressing my swollen penis against
her buttocks through her clothes, desperately poking and prodding her anus through her skirt or pants, or sneaking
under the table to get a good look at what was under her skirt, deliberately touching her beautiful legs in stockings.

Sometimes, when Mom wasn't looking while cooking, I would pretend to help and peek through a small mirror from behind her, revealing her
sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly.
Being able to masturbate while peeking at what was under Mom's skirt was really exhilarating!

One noon, I returned home..." Seeing my mother's back as she cooked in the kitchen, her still-on-the-rack work outfit
—my favorite pink short jacket over a slightly sheer white shirt, and a light
white silk skirt paired with sheer flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs—filled me with endless fantasies
(how wonderful it would be to push her down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously
swelled to match my fantasies.

I first quietly crouched down behind my mother, peeking at the base of her beautiful legs. I noticed she
was wearing white lingerie today—a white lace-trimmed pantyhose with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored
stockings—making my penis even more swollen. I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my pent-up desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my
pants , took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother, "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran
over and hugged her from behind. "Mom, today I solved a math problem on stage for everyone, and the teacher
praised my method, saying I'm very smart!"

(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so nice!) I pressed
my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!

"That's great," Mom said. "Keep it up!"

(Oh, I will keep it up.) Slowly moving my hips, I pressed my penis against
the crevice between Mom's two fleshy buttocks through her silk skirt, moving it up and down, gradually pushing my semen-filled penis from behind.
There was some semen on my mother's panties, which were covered in semen.

"Hmm, okay, I'll keep going."

(It feels so good to keep going; the opening at the tip of my thick glans had already leaked some semen from the intense stimulation
.)

"Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like that, and why are you making strange noises?" my mother
asked (It feels so good, ah...!)

"It's nothing, Mom. I just feel a little itchy, probably from a mosquito bite." Afraid that my mother
would notice , I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen penis back into my pants.

"Mom, I'm going back to my study to read."

Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the earlier act of defilement, and began masturbating. Just as I was about
to reach climax, I suddenly heard my mother call me, "Lunch is ready."

After lunch, my mother went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep: Dad wasn't home today, and I thought…

I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still
wearing her usual clothes, only a blanket was covering her stomach, and her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed. The
sight made me swallow hard, and combined with my recent masturbation, it was practically torture!

Driven by curiosity, I cautiously tried to peek at what underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed,
and I couldn't peek through the gap in her skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind: if she was sound asleep, I could just lift her
skirt without her noticing.

I gently called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended
to cover her with a blanket, but she didn't move. I gently patted her, but still no movement. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was
suffocating. I took a deep breath and reached for her skirt, carefully flipping it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too
tired , sleeping soundly, because I didn't even wake her.

The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing
extremely thin , flesh-colored stockings that hugged her sexy thighs, only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with
two white garter straps. Between her legs was a high-slit thong, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.

My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and the pubic area was openwork
! A few fine, not very curly pubic hairs peeked out. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, thin
, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, fully revealing the shape of her labia, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.

When I gently touched my mother's labia with my fingers, even through the panties, I could still feel the heat and softness of her mature,
clam-like flesh.

My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very
moist, making me want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed slightly—so beautiful! Her legs were white and straight, and
I couldn't resist sneaking another look at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them
again to see if they were as soft as they had been a couple of days ago (duh!). Anyway,
it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more, right?

So I straightened my mother's skirt, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took my mother's delicate,
soft feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands and stroked and played with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long,
with neatly arranged toes and a beautiful, captivating shape. Her delicate, shapely feet were just the right size to hold in one hand; they felt soft and supple to the touch through her stockings,
incredibly comfortable, and I couldn't resist touching them.

I wanted to touch her breasts too. I quietly covered her skirt, then, with trembling fingertips
, unbuttoned her top, gently and slowly pulling it up until I finally reached her breasts. My mother was wearing a
bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups perfectly filling her full breasts, covering them without the obvious flaws of some women who, lacking substance, deliberately wear larger sizes to conceal their size. The center of the rounded cups was slightly pointed—that must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak , and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily extending, my palms cupped inwards, only a centimeter away from her breasts . I didn't dare to actually squeeze it, only stroking it from a distance, imagining my hands caressing her breasts. My breathing was rapid, my hands almost wanting to reach down and fondle her full breasts, then slip inside to grasp her mysterious nipples. I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast, relieved she didn't react. So I placed my whole palm on her breast—wow! So big! Even through the thin barrier, the soft, warm feeling violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank. I squeezed it a little, my mother didn't move, so I squeezed harder… haha, she really was asleep. But the important thing was more important , so I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened her legs. My mother was wearing white lace panties, so thin they were almost transparent, vaguely revealing the shape of her pubic hair. With her honeyed vulva barely visible, I suddenly became frantic, frantically exploring with my tongue. I plucked the thin fabric and headed straight for my mother's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated my taste buds and nose, further arousing me. I teased my mother's vulva with my tongue, and she moaned softly. She was probably having a wet dream; she hadn't woken up. Now the question was, how could I see my mother's vulva? So I gently spread her legs wider, carefully kneeling between them, and leaned down, trying to pull her panties away from . But they were a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I finally had enough space. With my left hand, I carefully pulled her panties from under her crotch to her left side, revealing her entire vulva . I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face against it, wanting a closer look. Her labia were slightly parted, and I could see two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the labia minora with their downy edges, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the vulva, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower suddenly blooming. Spreading the fleshy mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris, so I carefully parted it a little more, revealing a moist, glistening, bright red opening surrounded by fleshy tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I put my nose close and smelled it; there was a sweet scent. I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft...

Soft body hair brushed against my skin. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my mother's vulva like in porn movies, so I gently licked
her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.

Strangely, even in her sleep, my mother was producing vaginal fluid. So, while she was wet with it, I reached
out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.

Gradually, her vaginal fluid soaked the sheets, and I became so excited that I wanted to ejaculate immediately.

I easily parted my mother's engorged labia and poked at her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching
the woman's sensitive clitoris. My fingers went all the way in, finally reaching the cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips
, and my sleeping mother's hips rose and fell gently with my hands in excitement.

So I climbed up, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis
. I rubbed it against the crevice of her vulva, and the touch of her thick pubic hair made it swell even more;
when I touched my mother's honeyed hole, which was flowing with nectar, it swelled to its maximum size. I felt it was so soft and slippery, and I longed to
thrust inside her.

Suddenly, my mother stirred, and I realized she seemed to be waking up, so I quickly slipped under the bed.
When my mother woke up, she seemed a little surprised, but thankfully, she hadn't noticed my presence. My mother went out for a while,
and she was still muttering, "Why didn't this child take a nap today?" Little did she know that I was under her bed,
masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

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