My Stockings Slave

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My name is Zhou Jie, I'm 14 years old, and a student at the Third Middle School in the city. My father is a sales manager at a real estate company. My mother is a music teacher at the same school. My family is relatively well-off compared to the average person. Logically, a family like this should be very happy, but for me, it's a torment. Why is it a torment? Let me tell you.

My mother's name is Zhao Liping, and she's over thirty years old. But compared to many women her age, no one would guess that she's a mother of 14.

Tall, fair-skinned, and with long, beautiful legs, she looks so young.

People who don't know her would think she's only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Perhaps because she studied dance in her
youth , her figure didn't change after pregnancy; she remained slender. Combined with years of artistic
training, my mother possessed an elegant and refined air, appearing graceful and dignified. Among the many teachers at No. 13 Middle School,
she might not be the youngest, but her cultivation, temperament, and even appearance combined
undoubtedly made her the most beautiful teacher in the school. You might wonder, having such a beautiful mother should be
a good thing,

so why do I feel tormented? Actually, what torments me isn't having such a beautiful
mother, but rather the inappropriate thoughts I've developed about her. Yes, it was precisely
these impure, even filthy, thoughts I had about my own mother .

You might say that I was going through puberty, my body and mind were developing, and I was maturing,
so it's inevitable to have some thoughts about the opposite sex at this age. So there's no need to make a fuss. However,
I know that this wasn't just simple curiosity about the opposite sex.

Especially after I started accessing some pornographic websites online, it became uncontrollable.

Online, I learned about incest for the first time, about discipline, and about SM.

I slowly began to think how exciting it would be to have a relationship with my mother. However,
all of this is just wishful thinking, because I know that reality and fantasy are different.
Leaving aside the question of how to get my mother to have a relationship with her son, simply getting her to accept this taboo
concept is impossible.

Plus, my parents have a very good relationship. They call each other "lover" and "husband" every day, and they often
leave me behind to go on dates alone. So, without those unique advantages described in novels, I wouldn't
even dare to think about it.

But I can't control my growing desire to possess my mother, especially when she wears
a dress and stockings, highlighting her perfect figure; it makes me even more irresistible. I could only secretly
use my mother's underwear to masturbate and release my desires.

But what I never expected was that one day my mother would actually become my woman, and under my
coercion, my kind and timid mother not only obeyed my every command but also became my sex slave. Even now,
thinking back on it, I still find it unbelievable. Let me tell you the story.

Where should I begin? Let's start with my plan. Oh! No, to maintain some suspense,
I'll start from that day.

I sat on the bed in the hotel room, quietly watching the clock on the wall. It slowly pointed to 1 o'clock.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door. I rushed to the door and opened it.

My mother looked at me anxiously. "Xiao Jie, what happened? You're not lying to me, are you? Where
are they ?"

"Don't worry, Mom, come in first, let me tell you slowly." After saying that, I let my mother come into the room first, and then closed
the door.

"What happened? Xiao Jie, you called me so anxiously, but we
haven't seen them at all."

"Mom, believe me, I've already asked the hotel staff clearly. Every Wednesday afternoon,
Dad and that woman check into this hotel."

"Impossible, I don't believe your father is that kind of person. Could you have asked the wrong person?"

"I think I'm wrong too, but the staff insisted that the man is Dad. And they were absolutely certain."

As I said this, Mom seemed ashen-faced, her beautiful face blankly turned to
the side , her long, black hair still tied back. Mom must have rushed
over after receiving my call. She hadn't even changed out of her usual white dance dress for practice. She was only wearing a loose coat. Her

long, slender legs were still encased in white stockings. A pair of silver high heels remained on her
small feet.

She was dressed like a ballet dancer. She was completely unaware that my gaze was greedily
fixed on her body.

"But..." I paused.

"But what? Hurry up and say it! Are you trying to drive your mother crazy?" my mother said anxiously.

"I haven't witnessed it myself, so everything I know is just hearsay. But it's certain that
the woman and Dad have a close relationship."

"So what do we do now?"

"They should be coming to a hotel this afternoon, right here in the room we're in."

"Ah! What? You mean them? Here…?"

"Mom, don't worry, let me finish. They're in this room, that's for sure. But they haven't
come yet, so I called you to come over."

"So, they'll be in this room later?"

"Yes, definitely. We'll hide and see if that man is Dad. If it is
, we'll catch him red-handed and see what he says. But if it isn't, or if there's a mistake…"

"What if there's a mistake?"

"Wrong, isn't that better? That means Dad didn't book a room with that woman, he didn't have a mistress outside
."

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's do it this way for now." Mom nodded hesitantly, then suddenly remembered
something and asked, "Xiao Jie, how come you have a key to their room? How can you come in?"

"Ah? This..." Just as I was hesitating and unsure how to answer Mom, I suddenly
heard the sound of a key clicking at the door.

"Oh no, Mom, it might be Dad coming. We'd better hide!" After saying that, I hurriedly...
I took my mother's soft little hand and led her to the wardrobe next to the room. I pushed open the wardrobe door,
shoved my still somewhat confused mother inside, and then calmly jumped in myself before closing the door.

The wardrobe was quite small, and with my mother and me squeezed inside, it
felt even more cramped. It was very uncomfortable, especially since my mother, with her tall frame, had to bend slightly,
and her long, beautiful legs had to be half-bent to maintain her balance in the wardrobe.

Compared to my mother, I was much better off. Although I was a bit more robust than her, I
was almost half a head shorter, so I didn't feel as uncomfortable when I stood up straight.

In the blink of an eye, as my mother and I

hid in the closet, one after the other, we heard footsteps outside the door. There were two people, and it seemed there was
a . The clatter of high heels on the floor filled the air.

My mother and I felt our hearts leap into our throats. We stood one behind the other inside the closet,
not . We even held our breath.

Fortunately, Dad and the woman who had just entered didn't seem to notice our presence. As soon as they entered
, I heard the sound of clothes being undressed.

Mom had no choice but to hide in front of me; the wardrobe was too small, forcing her thin
body to huddle tightly against the inside of the door.

I was hiding behind her, and I could even feel my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her
back.

It seemed Dad held a very important place in Mom's heart; at that moment, she couldn't fathom
the , her attention solely focused on quietly observing the movements outside through the crack in the door.

Since my mother didn't object to our ambiguous and awkward actions,
I, as a man, was even less likely to have any objections.

I simply relaxed my nervousness and, through the small ray of light shining through the crack in the door, began to carefully observe
my mother standing before me.

Her long, glossy black hair was coiled at the back of her head, revealing a snow-white and slender neck, and slightly thin and bony
shoulders. Her white dance dress clung tightly to her shapely body like a leotard.

Looking down through my mother's white dress, I saw those beautiful legs that I had longed for day and night. My mother's
legs were long and sexy, and today she was wearing what appeared to be light-colored, sheer stockings, which
perfectly accentuated her leg shape.

I saw her small hands lightly pressed against the inside wooden door of the wardrobe, completely frozen in place.

Her entire attention was focused on my father and the woman outside.

She slightly bent her legs, arching her slender waist forward, her round, beautiful buttocks involuntarily
arching upwards.

They were rubbing against my crotch perfectly; I could even feel my erection inside my school trousers
touching her buttocks.

Seeing my mother so intently watching through the crack in the door, I also peeked out through the crack.

A man in a suit was passionately embracing a voluptuous woman, the two
locked in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed freely over her alluring body.

The woman's sexy dress was half-undone, revealing her voluptuous figure.

I looked at the woman outside the door; although she was dressed provocatively, she paled in comparison to my mother. Although
my mother didn't wear much makeup or dress up, her natural beauty and charisma made her
far superior to that woman.

The man in the suit had his back to the wardrobe, so I couldn't
see .

"Mom, calm down, don't rush out before you see if it's Dad.
Otherwise all our efforts will be wasted. If that person isn't Dad, it will be hard
to explain if we're found like this." I gently traced lines on my mother's soft back with my finger.

My mother seemed to understand what I meant, nodded, and continued to focus her attention on the
couple .

Seeing that my mother seemed to have relaxed and was no longer concerned about our awkward expressions in the closet, I
turned my gaze back to her.

I deliberately moved my body forward slightly, pressing my erection even closer to my mother's soft, snowy buttocks
. At the same time, I forcefully pushed my mother's delicate body further into the doorway.

My mother seemed to notice my small movement, but perhaps she was too focused on
whether the man outside was my father, so she didn't pay attention. What could a tiny child do? So she didn't blame
me. She just continued to quietly stare at the crack in the door.

I stretched out my fingers and slowly traced lines on my mother's shoulders and back, gently and slowly, touching her smooth skin through
her clothes .

"Mom, did you see clearly if that man was Dad? What was he doing with that woman?"

My mother blushed and shook her head slightly, not answering my second question. How could I
not know what my mother was thinking at that moment?

What mother would openly discuss such a situation with her child? Seeing

her shy expression and the tense atmosphere, I pressed my advantage, placing my left hand on
her slender waist. Of course, I simply placed it there, not daring to move.

My mother's body trembled slightly, but seeing that I had placed my hand obediently on her waist without making any inappropriate
movements, she quickly calmed down, only giving me a glare. Then she turned her head back to look at
the couple in the room.

By this time, the woman's clothes had been completely removed by the man, leaving her only in her underwear, panties, and
flesh-colored pantyhose. The man continued to passionately caress the woman's body, constantly kissing and teasing her
delicate form .

I looked at the woman's thick, muscular legs outside the door; even in the sexy flesh-colored pantyhose, they still
seemed utterly uninteresting to me. She was far inferior to my mother. If her calves were that thick
, they would be comparable to my mother's thighs. Not to mention my mother's long, beautiful legs.

The summer weather was extremely hot; even with the air conditioning on in the room, it was still unbearably hot. What's more,
my mother and I are crammed into this small closet, which is stuffy and not well-ventilated.

In no time, I was drenched in sweat, my upper body clothes completely soaked. My mother in front of me
wasn't much better off.

I could see that the neckline of her white dress was soaked with sweat, and her long, flowing hair
clung messily to her ears.

I picked up my finger again and slowly but firmly poked it into my mother's back, gently stroking it as I slowly
wrote, "Mom, it's too hot in there, I'm taking off my clothes."

Then, without waiting for my mother's reaction, I slowly took off my school uniform and pants and threw them
aside.

At this point, I was shirtless and naked, wearing only underwear. I then
wrote on my mother's back again, "Mom, take off your coat too, it'll make you feel better."

My mother probably genuinely thought I just wanted to take off my clothes to cool off, so she didn't think much of it.
She nodded and began to slowly take off the coat covering her white dance dress .

Seeing my mother taking off her coat, I naturally helped pull her clothes away.

Soon, my mother was only wearing her white dance dress. After taking off her clothes, my mother felt
a little awkward, but she quickly regained her composure and focused on looking towards the door.

At this moment, the man and woman outside the door seemed to have agreed beforehand. Even after so much time, the man remained with his back to the wardrobe,
never turning to face them. So, judging from his build, he somewhat resembled my father.

However, it couldn't be certain, and since he hadn't uttered a single word, his identity remained uncertain.

Taking advantage of the fact that my mother hadn't seen my father's true appearance and dared not rush out, I relaxed
, bent down, and slowly pressed my bare chest against my mother's smooth back. Even through the
thin dance dress, I could feel the warmth emanating from her back.

The instant my chest touched my mother's back, she was momentarily stunned and panicked. Seemingly
embarrassed by my sudden attack, she turned around and glared at me angrily.

I ignored her gaze, pretending not to see her, and focused intently on watching
the scene outside the door. After a few minutes, my mother seemed to realize she was overthinking things, and that I didn't mean any
harm . Perhaps I was just looking at the scene outside. So she turned her head away, relieved.

There, the couple outside had moved into complete isolation. The man hastily tore open the woman's
pantyhose thrust his penis into her.

Immediately following, a woman let out a seductive moan, and the man began rhythmically thrusting his hips, pumping in and out of
her body.

The room was instantly filled with an atmosphere of lewdness and debauchery; the alluring moans rose and fell, filling
the entire space.

In just a fleeting moment, I could clearly feel my mother's body
heating ; her breathing became heavy, and her eyes were glazed over.

The mother never dreamed that the man, her husband, would be
so brazenly doing such a despicable thing in front of her and her son with that woman, his mistress. However,
the man seemed unable to completely hide his true nature, so mere speculation wasn't enough to prove he was her husband. She had to endure it,
she had to. The mother pursed her lower lip, stubbornly holding on.

It seemed her son's hands behind her were beginning to tremble as he caressed her soft waist. She could clearly
feel that her son was being influenced by the couple, becoming restless and impulsive.

Hold on. If that man really was her husband, then she would definitely rush out without hesitation and catch
him red-handed. But the situation didn't develop in her favor. The man not only didn't turn around,
but also lowered his neck, pressing his face against the woman's neck and kissing her greedily. This made the woman's moans even more
intense and alluring.

Just as she was struggling to see the man's face clearly, a heavy breathing sound slowly approached her
ear, seemingly almost touching her delicate earlobe. A tingling sensation immediately washed over her.

She turned her head and saw it was her son. But he seemed to be attracted by the scene outside the door as well, looking out with complete curiosity
, not even noticing that his cheek was almost pressed against the back of her neck. He was just staring
blankly at the scene outside the door.

Having experienced something similar herself, she knew what it felt like. Although
she had deliberately abstained from sex with her husband for the past two weeks, she had managed to remain calm and observe the scene outside the door.

However, her son was different.

He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and perhaps this was the first time he had ever witnessed something like this, so his reaction was understandably
different . She decided not to overthink it and to continue checking if the man outside was her
husband. If so, she would rush out immediately.

Just as she made up her mind to continue looking outside, a strange sensation came from her buttocks. My pent-up desire, nurtured for two weeks, finally gave way to a powerful response under the

influence of my mother's alluring body and the intense sex outside the door .
Slowly, it hardened and stiffened. When I took off my clothes, I
'd already taken off my school pants, so my penis was now only covered by my underwear. It had already
formed a large tent.

I could clearly feel the hard head of my penis pressing against my mother's soft, round buttocks.

I could even feel the shape of the indentation on her buttocks.

Oh my god, my mother didn't even dare to think about it. Could it be... my... thing? She tried
to think positively, but she also knew that her son had already taken off his school trousers, so it couldn't possibly be a hard object in
his pocket . There was only one possibility, only one possibility…

She tried to remain calm, telling herself not to panic, not to be nervous, because the current situation
didn't allow her to yell at her son. It was alright just now, but if her husband outside the door saw her and her
son hiding in the closet like this, not to mention what he might do, she wouldn't be able to explain herself.
No, make him stop, make him stop immediately.

I could feel that my mother's movements were quite unnatural; she slightly twisted her shapely buttocks, seemingly trying to remove my
penis from her snowy buttocks, but her movements were very careful and cautious, as if she was afraid of being discovered by
her father and that woman outside the door.

I finally mustered my courage and quietly pulled down my underwear, gently releasing my already throbbing penis from inside.

"Ah!" My mother cried out in a low voice, startled. The hard object first slightly
moved away from her buttocks. At first, I thought my son seemed to realize something was wrong and was removing it,
but I was wrong. This time, after the penis slightly left her buttocks, it immediately and forcefully sprang back,
this time grazing the tender flesh between her legs, the glans striking her delicate vulva directly.

She was so startled she almost screamed.

"What's that sound?" The woman outside the door seemed to have very sharp ears, hearing her mother's soft
cry.

But the man in front of her ignored him, continuing to grip the woman's firm waist and
thrusting . He wasn't disturbed by the slight noise at all.

Soon, the woman was also rendered incoherent by the man's relentless thrusting, no longer paying attention to this little interruption.

Their inattention didn't mean the mother herself was at ease. Just as the gasp escaped her lips, she
immediately covered her mouth with her small hand, silencing all sound. She was terrified of
being discovered by the couple outside the door. But after a while, seeing that the couple was still engrossed in their lovemaking, she finally relaxed,
preparing to turn around and give her son a stern scolding. But who knew, just as her hand was about to leave her lips,
a strange sensation surged through her again.

My penis, after a brief pause at my mother's private parts, began to powerfully thrust
my lower abdomen, making rhythmic thrusting motions on my mother's labia, the hard glans repeatedly
poking against her soft lips.

Damn it, how awful! He actually?! My mother was so anxious she couldn't even scream. That hard
thing, like an iron pestle, pierced through her pantyhose and small silk panties, pressing firmly against her
private parts. Instantly, her body felt as if it had been electrocuted; she jolted and went limp. This was too much!
This was utterly outrageous!

Perhaps in that moment of panic, the mother lost her composure, completely forgetting to resist, simply letting my
penis rhythmically rub against her lips.

The hard touch, the burning breath, assaulted her body and soul again and again. She had never
imagined her usually well-behaved son would be so precocious, doing such a thing. No, I must
stop him. The mother thought to herself.

Just as I was continuing my thrusting into my mother's body, she hurriedly closed her legs,
trying to stop me from continuing. At the same time, her other small hand slowly reached behind her, trying to pry open the
fleshy buttocks I was pressing against her private parts.

Perhaps normally, this action would have successfully stopped me, but now, it wasn't so certain.

Inside the cramped closet, my mother couldn't even stand up straight, only slightly bending her legs, and
she dared not too much, afraid that my father and mistress outside the door would hear. So, for a moment, she was flustered and clumsy. Sensing her
intentions, I didn't stop her. Instead, as her hand moved towards my penis, I grabbed it tightly
and placed it firmly on top of it.

My mother's palm was delicate and smooth, small and exquisite; I could easily grasp it with one hand. Placing it on my penis
completely stopped her movements.

My mother never dreamed that instead of stopping her son's continued violation, she would have her
hand grabbed and forcibly pressed against my penis, unable to pull it away. The uneven veins and the feeling of my thick, long
penis instantly filled her mind. It was so hot, so big, she couldn't even wrap her hand
around it.

My mother's small hand gripped my penis with obvious embarrassment, unable to move. I could almost
feel her intense discomfort.

Her other hand was tightly pressed against her lips, supporting her body to
prevent any sound. After all, who knew what might happen if the man and woman outside heard them?

To calm my mother's turbulent emotions, I stopped my movements and quietly used
my other free hand to gently write on her back, "Mom, I'm sorry. This is the first time I've seen
something like this, and I couldn't control myself. Just let me feel better. I promise I won't do anything inappropriate."

My mother was hesitant, unsure whether she was helping or harming
her son, but the situation didn't allow her to think too much. She simply turned her head to look at the door, ignoring
her son's lewd assault behind her.

He was just a child, he didn't understand. My mother kept repeating this to herself, even though
she found the reason hard to accept, she still didn't stop her son's further advances, simply enduring it all
silently .

Seeing that my mother seemed to tacitly approve of my actions, I felt a surge of joy. My right hand still held
my mother 's small hand, pressing it against my penis, while my left hand left my mother's smooth back, slowly encircling her
slender waist, gently rubbing her abdomen through her white dance dress.

The burning glans felt as if it were scorching my tender lips. Although she was
a mature woman with experience, under her son's teasing, she felt like a virgin,
her whole body weak.

A tingling sensation spread from the labia of her panties to her lower abdomen and chest,
invading her body step by step, from the outside in and from the bottom up. "

I must teach him a lesson later," the mother thought to herself. "Kids these days are too mature."

She turned to look outside the cabinet door. What worried her even more was that the
couple inside were shamelessly continuing their sexual activity, completely oblivious to their surroundings.
They probably wouldn't be disturbed even if someone knocked on the door.

Perhaps emboldened by the secluded environment and my mother's shyness, I became even more unrestrained, quickening my
movements. My large, round glans tirelessly pounded against my mother
's delicate lips, as if trying to break through her labia and penetrate them, even through her stockings and panties.

The sultry atmosphere, coupled with the commotion from the couple outside, caused my mother's body to begin to react
involuntarily .

The heat emanating from her lower abdomen felt like ants slowly crawling up her body. She could
even feel her body becoming moist, her legs trembling uncontrollably, as if she were about to
collapse.

The delicate skin of her mother's palms gently rubbed against the flesh of my penis, the sensation
indescribable . It felt much better than when I masturbated. So, I wasn't in a hurry to end this
experience. Instead, I patiently savored each thrust in and out of my mother's hands.

It was enjoyable for me, but not necessarily for my mother. The mother
bit her lower lip hard, trying to distract herself
and lessen the strange sensations. "Oh God, why am I reacting? He's my own
son!"

she thought. Then, another intense thrust came, seemingly grinding her soul out of her body.
The mischievous tip of the penis, like a playful child encountering something new, relentlessly
rubbed against her genitals.

Now, all the mother could do was squeeze her legs together and forcefully pull the penis
further towards her buttocks to lessen the sensation of the tip touching her lips.

But Mom didn't know that as she clamped her legs together, she also clamped nearly a third of my penis between them.
Each pull of her small hands seemed to coordinate with my thrusts.

The lower half of my penis was being kneaded and twisted by Mom's soft little hands, while the upper half pushed aside the tender
flesh of her thighs covered by her stockings, directly and nakedly pressing against Mom's honey hole. The feeling of tightness above and looseness below was extremely stimulating; I guess
even a woman's vagina couldn't compare.

I had thought that looking outside the wardrobe might calm my agitated mind and body, but the
passionate moans of the couple outside the door made it impossible for Mom to escape her attention. It was even more stimulating than her son behind her . She hadn't had sex with her husband for half a month. For a woman her age to say she didn't need it was completely unrealistic. She could only endure it bitterly. She never expected that today, under these circumstances, her son's teasing would cause her body to react violently, making her extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, she couldn't show it; if her son saw, or if the man and woman outside the door knew, how could she save face? "Hold on, just hold on a little longer," the mother encouraged herself. Time passed second by second, but her son's movements behind her seemed as forceful as ever, even more forceful than before. What was once just rubbing and touching her labia had now almost begun push inside through her panties and stockings. Was it not over yet? The mother, her eyes half-closed in disbelief and glazed, silently endured her son's repeated thrusts, her heavy breathing pressing against the wardrobe wall. Just then, a strong hand seemed to move up her waist, caressing her. The perfectly timed kneading and the warmth were irresistible to the somewhat dazed mother. Taking advantage of her distraction and lack of reaction, I reached my left hand onto her thin shoulder blade, grabbed the strap of her bra on one shoulder, and pulled it down slightly. The milky-white lace bra was pulled . My mother's left side, her snow-white and smooth skin completely exposed, was now laid bare before me. Her left breast, like a rabbit released from its confinement, immediately broke free from her clothes. Before she could resist, I grabbed her left hand and placed it on her left breast. My fingers began to knead her smooth breast with force . "No…" my mother almost cried out. But the scene outside the door immediately pulled her back to reality. She knew that the situation didn't allow her to make a sound. If she had rushed out at the beginning, perhaps she could have explained it. But now, she was half-naked. Her son behind her was also shirtless. Moreover, she was doing something so shameful. Even if people asked her to explain, it would be difficult for her to articulate it clearly. Taking advantage of my mother's gentle nature, I was certain she wouldn't speak up, so I became even more brazen in my fondling of her incredibly sensitive body. Her left nipple had involuntarily hardened and stood erect. I freed my index finger and began to gently circle her areola, slowly stimulating her fragile defenses. "No!" my mother cried out in anguish, but her body kept betraying her. She knew that at this moment, she was like a lump of mud, completely unable to resist her son's advances. Having always been conservative and strict in her thinking, she never imagined that the pleasure her son could give her was something her husband could never provide. She had always thought that love between men and women was nothing special, but now, even before penetration, waves of pleasure were already washing over her. She could almost feel her panties soaked with her overflowing vaginal fluid. Behind the pleasure, the stark contrast between her roles as a mother and son slowly eroded her noble and proud heart. Her body was almost pressed against her inner walls by her son; the cramped space prevented her from stretching her limbs freely , and she could only painfully endure his repeated thrusts from behind. Even her right hand, covering his penis , was drenched in sweat. She was losing control. Suddenly, the woman's intense and rapid moans outside the door pulled her back to reality. It seemed the couple outside had already climaxed. Before she could react, her son lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, whispering, "I'm going to cum, Mom." "No, no..." Before she could finish her moan, her son's rapid breathing and quickening movements made it impossible for her to respond normally to him behind her. She felt her body tighten against the wardrobe wall, followed by a burning sensation on her lower thighs. Her genitals also began to spasm intensely. A sudden, searing sensation struck her thighs, sending shivers down her spine. Before she could recover, a second wave, then a third. She couldn't even feel the pulsation of her son's penis as he ejaculated; it remained as erect as if it had just started. The only difference was the undeniable heat of the liquid hitting her tender inner thighs, which brought her to her senses. Her son had ejaculated.

She didn't know when her son's hand, which had been caressing her left breast, had left her chest, but she didn't
have time to think about why it had left. She only felt that the edges of her stockings and panties were already
soaked with the hot liquid.

One spurt, two spurts, seemingly without any sign of decreasing; each spurt hit her crotch forcefully
, spreading out in a patch, each time seemingly without diminishing, or rather, even increasing.

What shocked her even more was that her son seemed tireless, repeatedly ejaculating the liquid onto her groin. Her snow-
white stockings were already soaked, but the force and frequency of the liquid's ejaculation showed no sign of decreasing.

The couple outside the door were now nearing the end. Slowly, she stopped moaning and moving, and began
to breathe . But, but why? Why hadn't her son stopped?

The mother felt her body pressed tightly against her inner walls, unable to move, helplessly accepting the
repeated assaults. She even felt that her son was consciously ejaculating
around her genitals, but not directly onto her vulva.

She began to feel grateful that her son seemed somewhat sensible. Because she knew that if he had ejaculated there
, her panties would have been soaked with the love fluid secreted from her vulva, so the semen might have flowed down her
wet panties and into her labia.

Just as she was regaining her senses, her son seemed to deliberately shift the target of his ejaculation towards her genitals. No,
it should be said that I pressed that hard object directly against her private parts, completely pressing it against them, even
squeezing her labia apart. Only through the thin layer of stockings and panties, it continued to gush out.

No, Mom shook her head desperately, trying to stop me. But I ignored her completely. I continued to press it
against the bottom of Mom's panties, right at her vulva, generously offering her my love juices.

After almost a minute, the gushing liquid gradually decreased and slowly subsided. But
by then, Mom's labia were completely soaked with that sticky, viscous fluid. She could even feel the
murky , dirty liquid seeping deep into her vagina.

Her lower body was completely soaked, large patches of her white stockings clinging
to her smooth skin. The scorching heat and the pungent smell made her close
her eyes .

Only then did I release her small hand from my penis, pausing to breathe. I moved away from her
and leaned against the back of the wardrobe to rest.

That was incredibly dangerous! The mother still shuddered as she recalled the scene. If her son
had persisted a little longer, or if his ejaculation had lasted even a little longer, she probably wouldn't have been able to control herself.

How could she face anyone after being brought to orgasm like that in front of her son? The mother felt a pang
of regret, but also a great deal of relief.

After he ejaculated, his penis remained as thick and long as ever, as if it hadn't been affected in the slightest.
She wondered what was going through the minds of children these days, maturing so early. Thankfully, all the torment was finally over.

Her son behind her seemed to have stopped, and the mother finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her previously tense
waist relaxed as she loosened.

Oh no! A sudden jolt ran through her. She remembered that these past few days were her fertile period. What
if the substance her son had left in that area had entered her?

The consequences were unimaginable. It dawned on her that her son had been particularly careful with her area when he ejaculated
, releasing so much fluid. Now… Could it be…?

Thinking this, she could almost feel the fluid at the entrance of her vagina mixing with her own
overflowing vaginal fluid. Good heavens, if she were pregnant, that would be terrible.

Outside the door, the couple had finished their passionate lovemaking and collapsed onto the bed, savoring the afterglow of their
climax .

But for Mom, there was no comfort whatsoever. She frantically
reached under her white skirt, grabbing her thin pantyhose and underwear, and hurriedly pulled them down.

At that moment, a woman's coquettish voice came from outside the door, "You rascal, I didn't expect you to be so good. I thought he
'd make me do it with other little brats. I didn't expect him to be such a mature man. Today was so awesome
!"

Mom was frantically pulling her pantyhose and silk underwear down to her thighs, but the
woman made her stop in her tracks, puzzled.

Him? Other little brats? What was going on? My mother looked utterly bewildered, seemingly
unable to comprehend the woman's words . Could it be…?

A bad feeling crept into her heart. She stared intently at the door, and through the crack,
she saw the man and woman lying on the bed. The woman was seductively nestled in the man's arms. The
man's face finally turned towards the wardrobe. Instantly, my mother froze…

I sneered as I looked at my mother's pert buttocks. Her white pantyhose and underwear had been
removed by her own hands. All her defenses were gone, revealing a hidden paradise between her rounded, white thighs
. The door was now wide open, welcoming my arrival.

I gripped the shaft of his penis with my left hand, its massive glans aimed at my mother's private entrance, while my right hand reached
behind to her mouth…

The person outside the door wasn't my husband, not him. At that moment,
the finally lifted. My husband hadn't cheated on me, hadn't done anything to betray me
; I had been overthinking things. So… Xiao Jie… right, I almost forgot about him. My mother was about to turn her head when

suddenly a rough hand covered her pink lips from behind.

Before she could react, she felt her delicate body being pulled into her son's arms from behind,
a masculine scent assaulting her heart.

Ah… At the same time, she felt a hard, iron-like object pressed
against the entrance of her private parts. This happened so suddenly she had no time to react.

I gripped my penis with my left hand and thrust it hard into my mother's labia. Simultaneously, my right hand tightly covered
her lips. The whole action was fluid and seamless. My thick, long penis brutally forced open my mother's tender
labia, and with the lubrication of the previous fluids, easily pierced into her body.

A tearing pain shot through Mom's lower body. She trembled, and before she could even cry out, her mouth
was covered by her son behind her. She could only painfully endure the
agony of the large penis forcing its way into her.

"No…" Mom didn't even have time to stop him; she felt as if that lewd thing was piercing her body
. The pain was indescribable, and she couldn't accept this reality either.

I had thought my penetration would be a little difficult, but to my surprise, Mom's passage
was already very wet. It seemed that what we had just done had caused her body to react involuntarily
.

Her already sensitive body, coupled with her son's sudden attack from behind,
felt that hot object was piercing her flesh, simultaneously breaching the last vestige of her moral defenses.

No, no, I'm going to lose it! She tried to calm herself, but the situation wouldn't allow
her to control herself. It had reached her core. Waves of tingling sensation immediately surged through her body.

No, no! She tried desperately to cry out, but her mouth was already firmly sealed by
her son . She could only let out muffled groans.

"I never imagined there could be such a stupid person, actually paying me to have
sex He's a fucking idiot. Maybe kids think differently from adults. Let him be." At
that moment, the man's words reached the mother's ears, and she broke down completely. Even
the last shred of defense she had managed to maintain crumbled.

I only felt my mother's previously tense body suddenly spasm rhythmically, followed by
a gush of fluid gushing from her vagina, splashing onto my glans. Her small hands
clenched into fists, pressed tightly against the wardrobe door, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Even her legs were too weak to support her
upper body, leaving her leaning helplessly against me, letting out soft, low moans.

Why? Why did she orgasm? My mother painfully blamed her body for being so weak, for
letting her son… Only at this moment did she fully understand. It turned out that this was all a trap set by her son.

Her mind went blank, yet the relentless pleasure of orgasm washed over her. Ah! Ah…

“Mom, I’ve finally got you. I don’t just want you, I want you to be my woman,
my sex slave, my one and only stockings slave.” I whispered in my mother’s ear, in a voice only
we could hear…

The couple in the room had finished their passionate lovemaking. After a short rest, they began to
dress and prepare to leave the room.

But they were unaware of this. At that moment, my mother and I were hiding in the closet. The passionate act had just begun.
My right hand covered my mother's delicate red lips, and my left hand tightly
gripped waist. My upper body was pressed tightly against her half-naked back. My groin was pressed closely against my mother's snow-white and tender buttocks.

At that moment, my sudden and unexpected penetration brought my mother to the deepest part of her body.
She didn't even have a chance to catch her breath before experiencing the most shameful and humiliating climax of her life.

Her body trembled involuntarily, responding to the onslaught of physical and mental pleasure.
She was completely unable to control herself. In that instant, her mind went blank, and she forgot about morality and ethics, simply enjoying the pleasure
her body was giving her.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut, followed by
the sound of . The sound faded into the distance. The tense atmosphere slowly eased. The couple outside
had already left the room.

"You bastard, let me go!" My mother's first reaction after relaxing was to angrily scold me. She
struggled to twist her body, trying to break free from my embrace.

But she had clearly forgotten that deep inside her tender honeypot, my erect and swollen penis was still inside her.
My mother had just
suppressed my pleasure and quietly waited for her orgasm to pass.

"Mom, I love you, I really love you. Please, just let me do it once," I
pleaded with my mother in a slightly begging tone.

"Get away, you beast!" After her orgasm, my mother seemed to be much more conscious. She still resolutely
twisted her body, trying to break free from my control.

Of course, I wouldn't let my mother break free so easily. I still held my mother's slender waist tightly with both hands,
making her soft buttocks and my penis fit together tightly. There was no escape.

In her struggle, Mom pushed open the wardrobe door and lunged forward, trying to free herself from my penis.
But I remained entangled on her beautiful body, falling to the ground with her. My large
penis remained firmly inserted inside her.

"Mom, please, just once, just once," I pleaded,
clinging .

"You! Let me go... If your dad finds out, he'll definitely... Ah... Ah, no!" Mom
tried to threaten me by mentioning Dad, but she greatly underestimated my desire. Just as she uttered the word "
Dad " I quietly withdrew my penis slightly from Mom's moist, wet vagina,
then thrust it in again forcefully, once more ruthlessly touching her clitoris.

Mom had just reached orgasm and was still weak, completely unable to resist. How could her frail, sensitive
body withstand such a blow?

Although I was still in the developmental stage, and my organs were still growing, this
did not . The firmness and moderate length were just right for my mother's body
to enjoy her son's "love."

Ah! It hurt so much; that feeling from before was back. My mother never imagined that her son would be
so audacious. This was a violation of ethics and morality; how could he do such a thing? But what
she saw before her could no longer be described simply as anger.

"You beast, let go...stop...stop." The mother's breathing was heavy and labored.
Her body was still sensitive. She hadn't had sex with her husband for half a month. Her son's simple
thrusting her feel like she had ascended to heaven.

The scorching heat, coupled with the rough, blue veins on that thing constantly scraping against her soft passage
, the enormous glans like a sharp sword tearing through her body, as if trying to enter her womb
.

What infuriated her even more was that the man inside her was none other than her beloved son, whom she doted on and
cared for . She couldn't let him continue. The mother secretly made up her mind; perhaps
it wasn't too late to turn back.

"Quick...stop, I...I'll pretend...nothing...didn't happen, you? Ah...ah..."

Perhaps the mother's thinking was too naive. Someone like her, who had never accepted such evil thoughts, naturally
couldn't understand what this meant, nor could she know that her resistance at this moment was exactly what she wanted.

"Faster? Mom, do you want me to go faster? Then I'll continue..." After saying that, I
glanced at my mother, who was now lying weakly on the floor, her clothes disheveled. One of her silver high heels
had fallen off during the struggle, revealing her small, delicate foot, which
looked exceptionally alluring under the light white sheer stockings.

I lay on her back, holding her two snow-white, pink arms tightly with my hands, and lowered my head to kiss her half-exposed back, shoulders, and neck
wantonly . My body pressed tightly against
my mother 's delicate frame, and my engorged penis began its mischievous, slow thrusting
motions into her honeyed depths.

"No...no, please..." My mother cried out
involuntarily . How could her innocent mind possibly fathom my lewd intentions? But the
long period of contortion in the wardrobe had left her limbs numb, and now, with her son's short yet strong
body pressing against hers, the numbness intensified.

It wasn't that she didn't want to resist, but the more she moved, the more numb and uncomfortable her body became
. Forget resisting; even moving her limbs felt incredibly difficult. What was even more infuriating was that the recent orgasm
seemed to have drained all her strength; even curling her small hands into fists was so difficult for her now
.

"Mommy, it's so tight, it feels so good, your...it feels so good," I said, enjoying the tight and comfortable feeling my mother's
narrow passage gave me. She didn't seem like a pregnant woman at all. Perhaps
because my parents didn't have frequent sex, my mother's vagina was now like
that of a virgin, being so wantonly and sadistically enjoyed by her son, that is, me.

"No...please, Xiao Jie...stop...Mom begs you." My mother's initial anger seemed to
slowly change with the changes in her body, and the scolding tone was gradually replaced by a trace of pain.
The angry expression on her face slowly began to turn into shame.

The jade breast that had sprung out from under her clothes was now pressed to the floor, flattened,
but it did not affect its proud elasticity at all, trembling slowly with my slow movements.

Although my mother was tall and slender, she seemed so weak and powerless compared to me. Coupled with
her slightly weak personality, even when I was pinning her down and forcing her to do
things that she couldn't accept according to her beliefs, she couldn't resist.

"No...stop? Mom, I didn't expect you to be so lewd? You're actually begging me not to stop? Fine,
let me show my filial piety today. Don't worry, I won't stop." After saying that, I squeezed
my mother's long, slender legs in stockings between my legs, and slowly grasped my mother's two weak little hands, continuing to
gently thrust in and out of my mother's secret passage.

My mother had just experienced an orgasm, so her vaginal canal was already full of lubrication.
Even though her vagina was very tight, I was able to thrust in and out with great ease. Her soft
labia were being gently moved in and out by my thrusts, and her weak legs could no longer close tightly
to stop my intrusion.

"Xiao Jie...no! We...this is...this is...messing...messing...ah! ah! ah
..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I increased the speed of my thrusts, slamming my lower abdomen against her buttocks.
The two loud 'slap, slap' sounds of flesh hitting flesh interrupted her words, leaving only her painful
groans and muffled moans.

Her two long, shapely legs, encased in white pantyhose, appeared so graceful. Mom
had studied dance, so it's no exaggeration to say that even without her ballet dancer attire,
you could tell she was a dancer. After all, her unique natural advantages and innate artistic
temperament made her even more beautiful and captivating.

"Incest? To hell with incest, Mom. I just want to make love to you, like you and Dad did. Who cares about
ethics or morality? Let's do it first. We both need this kind of thing, so why not?" As I spoke,
I lowered my head and gently kissed my mother's long, white neck. Like many women who practice dance, she had a neck as slender and long as a
swan's . Especially now, looking at her from behind, she resembled a
wounded and powerless swan, helplessly tilting her head to the side, letting me do as I pleased.

It was so numb. Not just her hands and feet, but her entire body felt numb, as if it had been injected with anesthesia. She had never
imagined that her son, whom she hadn't paid attention to for so many years, had become so heavy, pressing down on her body, leaving her completely powerless to resist.
Even though she was slightly taller than her son, she was helplessly being pinned down by her own son, her own son,
doing this disgusting thing. The mother didn't even dare to think about it anymore. Her son could even be
so nonchalant about incest; how terrifying was that?

Clinging to her last shred of strength and self-respect, the mother began to resist, trying to turn her body and flip her son off
her back. She twisted her body weakly, clenched her fists, pursed her lower lip, closed
her eyes in humiliation, and weakly kicked the floor with her two beautiful little feet.

"Oh? Mom, you can't hold back anymore? You want it so badly, don't you? Don't worry, your son will definitely
feed you little slut. Get ready!"

"Ah! No..." At this moment, the mother was too weak to explain anything. Ignoring her son's deliberate misinterpretation,
she struggled to crawl forward, trying to get away from my intrusion. Damn it, her
body was working against her again. Every movement felt incredibly difficult, the numbness was like...
As if her entire body was being pulled along, each attempt not only touched her body but
also numbed her fragile heart.

In her daze, the image of her husband seemed to float into her mind. The thought of him sent
a chill down her spine. Husband, save me…

"Slap! Slap!" Two more violent impacts rang out, pulling the dazed mother back to the cruel reality.
Her son behind her seemed tireless, thrusting into her buttocks again and again. The tingling
sensation gradually spread through her limbs, reaching the inside of her body. She felt as if that ferocious penis had
inexhaustible strength, pounding into her tender honey hole again and again. Each time the rough flesh brushed against her
tender, pink passage, it sent an indescribable sensation through her body.

Even though the owner of that penis was her own son, she wanted to feel disgust, yet she couldn't resist
each thrust. It must be said that her son's movements always seemed very gentle, never hurting her.
But now was not the time to think about that. Every time she saw her son's throbbing figure behind her,
her heart trembled, and she could no longer endure the agonizing torment. Her eyes welled up, and tears streamed down her face.

"No... how could you... do this to Dad?" the mother sobbed, her voice trembling with tears. Her slender, delicate
shoulders trembled slightly, like a pitiful, abandoned infant, helplessly shaking her long, jet-black
hair.

"Dad? Haha, if Dad knew his son was so sensible and capable! Helping him and Mom
with these physical tasks, he would be so happy for us." After saying that, I continued thrusting, making Mom's
not-so -full, petite buttocks rise and fall with each thrust.

"Ah...you, you bastard."

"Me, a bastard? Mom, then aren't you a big bastard? I came out from right here.
I never thought it would feel so good to be home. Let me enjoy the warmth of home."

"Ah...ah...no, stop...stop!" At this moment, the mother could no longer resist her body's
involuntary betrayal. Her whole body began to go limp, and her snow-white skin flushed crimson. But her maternal
pride wouldn't allow her to show it; if her son saw it, he might deliberately misinterpret it.

The mother bit her lower lip hard, closed her eyes tightly, and held her breath. Her hands were firmly held by
her son 's palms, her white arms were tightly pressed against her son's strong arms, and her two attractive
legs were sandwiched between his legs at this time, unable to move at all. Her son was already naked, and
the only was the underwear he had just taken off. It could be said that she was almost closely connected to her son's flesh.
If she normally had such sex with her husband, she might still feel happy, but at this moment
it was her son, her biological son, who was thrusting back and forth into her body. So all this huge gap caused her
great pain.

At this moment, she even wanted to die. Each insertion caused her unbearable itching, and
each withdrawal brought out her silky love fluid. By this time, her silk panties and white
pantyhose, which had fallen down to her thighs, were soaked with the remaining love fluid. The scene between her legs was a mess, a gruesome sight.

Seeing that my mother seemed to have no strength left to resist, but was only gritting her teeth and persevering, I relaxed
and stopped thrusting. I reached out and pulled my mother
's soft, delicate body up from the floor. I stood up, holding her slender waist, and walked towards the window of the room...

Perhaps because of her conservative nature, my mother found it difficult to accept new and exciting things, and had suffered from
acrophobia since childhood. At that moment, she saw her son had already opened the window of the room, and the scene outside immediately stunned her
. This room was located more than ten stories high, and there were few buildings this tall in the surrounding area. Outside was a bustling and prosperous
street. The feeling of looking down from such a high place immediately made the mother feel dizzy. Never having witnessed such a scene before,
my mother 's body and mind seemed to collapse instantly, and she immediately slumped against my chest
. My mother, who was slightly taller than me, now clung to me like a powerless doll, her whole body trembling with fear, her beautiful
face filled with terror. "No...no...too...too high. Please...please...ah,
ah!"

Before my mother could finish speaking, I pushed her upper body out of the window, then pressed my hands firmly against
her soft and delicate buttocks, securing her lower body to the windowsill, and then began to thrust
rhythmically .

A wave of dizziness immediately washed over the mother. "No..." Never having experienced such stimulation
before, she forgot even the humiliation emanating from behind. She no longer cared
whether the person inside her was her son. In that moment, all she wanted was to leave this place, to escape that high
view .

Her hands gripped the edge of the window desperately, as if afraid she would fall at any moment.
She arched her upper body back as if trying to get away from the window, her firm breasts displaying their beautiful shape.

Her white dance dress, still half-on and half-off, hung disheveled on her body. Her legs were weak, and she stood on the ground
with her . If I hadn't firmly held her hips, she
might have collapsed to the ground immediately.

"How's it feeling, Mom? Do you want me to continue doing the things you two usually do for Dad, or do you want
to continue seeing the scenery outside?" I chuckled wickedly, kneading the smooth skin of my mother's buttocks, then
slowed my movements, letting my penis churn and pound inside her narrow passage.

Perhaps due to the stimulation, my mother's passage suddenly tightened, becoming unusually tight, like
a virgin's. I was momentarily overwhelmed and almost ejaculated.

"Ah...too high...too high, let me...in..." the mother said frantically. Her
face had turned pale, and the cold wind outside the window whistled against her exposed white skin, making her
extremely uncomfortable. However, her son's thick, long penis seemed completely unaffected, still
slowly thrusting and undulating inside her. Her hands gripped the edge of the window tightly, her upper body
deliberately pushed against the window by her son. At this height, not to mention whether anyone could see, the vast,
cold view was unbearable for her. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her legs were almost too weak to support her body.

Seeing that my mother had basically regained her balance, I released my hands from her hips.
One hand reached down towards her genitals, while the other followed her graceful curves towards her exposed
left breast.

Without my support, my mother panicked as if she had lost her lifeline. She lost
her balance slowly fell towards the window, her two hands clinging tightly to the window frame as her last
support.

"Should I continue, or should we continue enjoying the scenery? Mom, I respect your
wishes ."

"No...no...you bastard."

"Fine, since you like bastards so much, then let this little bastard do you, the big bastard,
and then we'll have a brood of bastards, haha." My left hand was already caressing my mother's proud breasts, while my right hand
had already parted the sparse pubic hair between her legs, parted her soft labia, and moved to her
clitoris. I began to gently tease that lubricated clitoris.

My mother's painful and humiliating cries of "No...no...!"

My Stocking-Clad Mother Slave

Author: sdsdvideo
My name is Zhou Jie, I am 14 years old, and a student at No. 3 Middle School in the city. My father is a sales manager at a real estate company. My mother is a music teacher at No. 3 Middle School. My family's financial situation is relatively good compared to ordinary people. Logically speaking, such a family should be very happy, but for me, it is a torment. Why is it a torment? Let me tell you slowly.

My mother's name is Zhao Liping, and she is over thirty years old. But compared to many women of the same age, no one would guess that my mother is already the mother of 14 children.

Tall and slender, with fair skin and long, shapely legs, she looked incredibly young.

Anyone who didn't know her would think she was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Perhaps because she
had , her figure didn't change after pregnancy; she remained slim. Combined with years
of artistic training, she possessed an elegant and refined air, appearing graceful and dignified. Among the many teachers at No. 13 Middle School,
she might not be the youngest, but her cultivation, temperament, and even her appearance combined undoubtedly
made her the most beautiful teacher in the school. You might wonder, having such a beautiful mother should be
a good thing,

so why do I feel tormented? Actually, what torments me isn't having such a beautiful
mother, but rather the inappropriate thoughts I have about her. Yes, it's my own mother—
I have impure, even filthy, thoughts about her.

You might say I'm going through puberty, my body and mind are developing, and I'm maturing,
so it's inevitable to have feelings for the opposite sex at this age. So there's no need to make a fuss. However,
I know that this isn't just simple curiosity about the opposite sex.

Especially after I started accessing pornographic websites online, it became uncontrollable.

Online, I learned about incest for the first time, and about BDSM for the first time. That was the first time I learned about SM.

I slowly began to imagine how exciting it would be to have a relationship with my mother. However,
all of this was just wishful thinking, because I knew there was a difference between reality and fantasy.
Leaving aside the question of how to get my mother to have a relationship with her son, just getting her to accept this taboo
concept was impossible.

Plus, my parents had a very good relationship. They called each other "lover" and "husband" every day, and would often
leave me behind to go on dates alone. So, without those unique, innate advantages described in novels, I wouldn't
even dare to think about it.

But I couldn't control my growing desire to possess my mother, especially when she wore
dresses and stockings, highlighting her perfect figure. I could only secretly
use her underwear to masturbate and release my desires.

But what I never expected was that one day my mother would actually become my woman, and under my
coercion, my kind and timid mother not only obeyed my every command but also became my sex slave. Even now ,
thinking back on it, I find it unbelievable. Let me tell you the story.

Where should I begin? Let's start with my plan. Oh! No, to maintain some suspense,
let's start from that day.

I sat on the bed in the hotel room, quietly watching the clock on the wall. It slowly pointed to 1 o'clock.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door. I rushed to the door and opened it.

My mother stood there, looking at me anxiously. "Xiao Jie, what happened? You're not lying to me, are you? Where
are they ?"

"Don't worry, Mom, come in first, let me tell you slowly." I gestured for my mother to come into the room and then closed
the door.

"What happened? Xiao Jie, you called me so anxiously, but we
haven't seen them at all."

"Mom, believe me, I've already asked the hotel staff clearly. Every Wednesday afternoon,
Dad and that woman check into this hotel."

"Impossible, I don't believe your father is that kind of person. Could you have asked the wrong person?"

"I think I'm wrong too, but the staff insisted that the man is Dad. And they were absolutely certain."

As I said this, Mom seemed ashen-faced, her beautiful face blankly turned to
the side , her long, black hair still tied back. Mom must have rushed
over after receiving my call. She hadn't even changed out of her usual white dance dress for practice. She was only wearing a loose coat. Her

long, slender legs were still encased in white stockings. A pair of silver high heels remained on her
small feet.

She was dressed like a ballet dancer. She was completely unaware that my gaze was greedily
fixed on her body.

"But..." I paused.

"But what? Just tell me already, are you trying to drive your mother crazy?" my mother said anxiously.

"I haven't seen it myself, so everything I know is just hearsay. But it's definitely true that
that woman and Dad have a close relationship."

"So what do we do now?"

"They should be coming to check into a hotel this afternoon, right here in the room we're in now."

"Ah! What? You mean them? Here…?"

"Mom, don't worry, let me finish. They're definitely in this room. But they haven't
come yet, so I called you to come over."

"So, they'll be in this room later?"

"Yes, definitely. We'll hide and see if that man is Dad. If it is,
we'll catch him red-handed and see what he says. But if it isn't, or if we've made a mistake…"

"What if we've made a mistake?"

"If it's a mistake, isn't that even better? That means Dad didn't check into a hotel with that woman, he's not having an affair .
"

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's do it this way for now." Mom nodded hesitantly, then suddenly remembered
something and asked, "Xiao Jie, how do you have a key to their room? How can you come in?"

"Ah? This..." Just as I was hesitating and unsure how to answer Mom, I suddenly
heard the sound of a key clicking at the door.

"Oh no, Mom, it might be Dad coming. Let's hide quickly." After saying that, I hurriedly
took Mom's soft little hand, went to the wardrobe next to the room, pushed open the wardrobe door, and
pushed my still somewhat confused mother inside. Then I calmly jumped into the wardrobe myself and closed the door.

The wardrobe was quite cramped, and with my mother and I squeezed inside, it
felt even more crowded. It was very uncomfortable, especially since my mother, being tall, had to bend slightly,
and her long, beautiful legs had to be bent halfway to maintain her balance.

Compared to my mother, I was much better off. Although I was a bit more robust than my mother, I
was almost half a head shorter, so I didn't feel as uncomfortable when I straightened up.

In the blink of an eye, just as my mother and I were standing one in front of the other...

As I hid in the closet, I heard footsteps outside the door. There were two people, and it seemed there was
a . The sound of high heels clicking on the floor filled the air.

My mother and I were in our throats, frozen in place inside the closet,
barely . We even held our breath.

Fortunately, my father and the woman who had just entered didn't seem to notice us. As soon as they came in
, we heard the sound of clothes being taken off.

My mother had no choice but to hide in front of me. The closet was so small that her thin body
had to be pressed tightly against the inside of the door.

I was hiding behind my mother, and I could even feel my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her
back.

It seemed my father held a very important place in my mother's heart; she was oblivious to
our intimate actions, focused solely on peeking through the crack in the door, quietly observing the outside world.

Since my mother didn't object to our ambiguous and awkward behavior,
I, as a man, was even less likely to have any objections.

I decided to relax and, through the small ray of light shining through the crack in the door, began to carefully examine
my mother in front of me.

Her long, jet-black hair was coiled at the back of her head, revealing a long, slender, snow-white neck and slightly thin, bony
shoulders. Her white dance dress clung tightly to her shapely figure like a leotard.

Looking down at my mother through her white dress, I saw the beautiful legs I had longed for day and night. Her
legs were long and sexy, and the light-colored, sheer stockings she was wearing today
accentuated their perfect shape.

I noticed my mother's small hands resting lightly on the inside wooden door of the wardrobe, frozen in place.

Her entire attention was focused on my father and the woman outside the door.

She bent her legs slightly, arching her slender waist forward, her round, beautiful buttocks involuntarily
sticking up and back.

They brushed against my crotch perfectly; I could even feel my erection inside my school trousers
touching her buttocks.

Seeing my mother so intently watching through the crack in the door, I peeked out too.

I saw a man in a suit passionately embracing a voluptuous woman, the two
locked in a passionate kiss. The man's hands were busy roaming over the woman's alluring body.

Her sexy dress was now half-undone, revealing her voluptuous figure.

I looked at the woman outside the door. Although she was dressed alluringly, she paled in comparison to my mother.
My mother didn't wear much makeup or dress up, but her natural beauty and气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament) made
her far superior to that woman.

The man in the suit had his back to the wardrobe, so I couldn't
see .

"Mom, calm down, don't rush out until you see if it's Dad.
Otherwise our efforts will be wasted. If that person isn't Dad, it will be very
difficult to explain if we're found like this," I said, gently tracing my fingers along my mother's soft back.

Mom seemed to understand what I meant, nodded, and continued to focus her attention on the
couple .

Seeing that Mom seemed to relax and no longer concerned about our awkward expression inside the closet, I
turned my gaze back to her.

I deliberately moved my body forward slightly, pressing my erection
even closer to Mom's soft, snowy buttocks. At the same time, I forcefully pushed Mom's delicate body further into the closet.

Mom seemed to notice my small movement, but perhaps she was too focused on
whether the man outside was Dad, so she didn't pay any attention. What much could a little kid like me do? So she didn't blame
me. I continued to stare quietly through the crack in the door.

I slowly ran my fingers along my mother's shoulders and back, gently and slowly, touching her smooth skin through
her clothes .

"Mom, did you see clearly if that man was Dad? What was he doing with that woman?"

My mother blushed and shook her head slightly, not answering my second question. How could I
not know what my mother was thinking at that moment?

Faced with such a situation, what mother would readily confide in her child?

Seeing my mother's shy expression and the tense atmosphere, I pressed my advantage, placing my left hand on
her slender waist—just resting it there, without daring to move.

My mother's body trembled slightly, but seeing that I had taken my hand and placed it obediently on her waist without making any inappropriate
movements, she quickly calmed down, only giving me a glare. Then she turned her head to look at
the couple in the room.

The woman's clothes had already been completely removed by the man, leaving her only in her bra, panties, and
flesh-colored pantyhose. The man was still passionately caressing the woman's body. I continued to kiss and tease the woman's
body .

I glanced at the woman's thick, muscular legs outside the door; even in sexy flesh-colored stockings,
they looked utterly uninteresting. She was far inferior to my mother. If her calves were that thick
, they would be comparable to my mother's thighs. Not to mention my mother's long, beautiful legs.

The summer weather was incredibly hot; even with the air conditioning on, the room was unbearably hot. And with
my mother and I crammed into this small closet, it was stuffy and unventilated.

Before long, I was drenched in sweat, my upper body completely soaked. My mother, standing in front
of me, wasn't in much better shape.

I could see that the neckline of her white dress was soaked with sweat, and her long, disheveled hair
clung to her ears.

I picked up my finger again and slowly but firmly poked it into my mother's back, gently stroking it as I slowly
wrote, "Mom, it's too hot in there, I'm taking off my clothes."

After saying that, without waiting for my mother's reaction, I slowly took off my school uniform and pants and threw them
aside.

At this point, I was shirtless and naked, wearing only underwear. I then
wrote on my mother's back again, "Mom, take off your coat too, it'll make you feel better."

My mother probably genuinely thought I just wanted to take off my clothes to cool off, so she didn't think much of it.
She nodded and began to slowly take off the coat covering her white dance dress .

Seeing my mother taking off her coat, I naturally helped pull her clothes away.

Soon, my mother was only wearing her white dance dress. After taking off her clothes, my mother felt
a little awkward, but she quickly regained her composure and focused on looking towards the door.

At this moment, the man and woman outside the door seemed to have agreed beforehand. Even after so much time, the man remained with his back to the wardrobe,
never turning to face them. So, judging from his build, he somewhat resembled my father.

However, it couldn't be certain, and since he hadn't uttered a single word, his identity remained uncertain.

Taking advantage of the fact that my mother hadn't seen my father's true appearance and dared not rush out, I relaxed
, bent down, and slowly pressed my bare chest against my mother's smooth back. Even through the
thin dance dress, I could feel the warmth emanating from her back.

The instant my chest touched my mother's back, she was momentarily stunned and panicked. Seemingly
embarrassed by my sudden attack, she turned around and glared at me angrily.

I ignored her gaze, pretending not to see her, and focused intently on watching
the scene outside the door. After a few minutes, my mother seemed to realize she was overthinking things, and that I didn't mean any
harm . Perhaps I was just looking at the scene outside. So she turned her head away, relieved.

There, the couple outside had moved into complete isolation. The man hastily tore open the woman's
pantyhose thrust his penis into her.

Immediately following, a woman let out a seductive moan, and the man began rhythmically thrusting his hips, pumping in and out of
her body.

The room was instantly filled with an atmosphere of lewdness and debauchery; the alluring moans rose and fell, filling
the entire space.

In just a fleeting moment, I could clearly feel my mother's body begin to
heat up ; her breathing became heavy, and her eyes were glazed over.

The mother never dreamed that the man, her husband, would be
so brazenly doing such a despicable thing in front of her and her son with that woman, his mistress. However,
the man seemed unable to completely hide his true nature, so mere speculation wasn't enough to prove he was her husband. She had to endure it,
she had to. The mother pursed her lower lip, stubbornly holding on.

It seemed her son's hands behind her were beginning to tremble as he caressed her soft waist. She could clearly
feel that her son was being influenced by the couple, becoming restless and impulsive.

Hold on. If that man really was her husband, then she would definitely rush out without hesitation and catch
him red-handed. But the situation didn't develop in her favor. The man not only didn't turn around,
but also lowered his neck, pressing his face against the woman's neck and kissing her greedily. This made the woman's moans even more
intense and alluring.

Just as she was struggling to see the man's face clearly, a heavy breathing sound slowly approached her
ear, seemingly almost touching her delicate earlobe. A tingling sensation immediately washed over her.

She turned her head and saw it was her son. But he seemed to be attracted by the scene outside the door as well, looking out with complete curiosity
, not even noticing that his cheek was almost pressed against the back of her neck. He was just staring
blankly at the scene outside the door.

Having experienced something similar herself, she knew what it felt like. Although
she had deliberately abstained from sex with her husband for the past two weeks, she had managed to remain calm and observe the scene outside the door.

However, her son was different.

He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and perhaps this was the first time he had ever witnessed something like this, so his reaction was understandably
different . She decided not to overthink it and to continue checking if the man outside was her
husband. If so, she would rush out immediately.

Just as she made up her mind to continue looking outside, a strange sensation came from her buttocks. My pent-up desire, nurtured for two weeks, finally gave way to a powerful response under the

influence of my mother's alluring body and the intense sex outside the door .
It slowly hardened and stiffened, wave after wave. I had already...
He'd already taken off his school trousers, so his penis was now only covered by his underwear. It was already
bulging a large tent.

I could clearly feel the erect glans pressing against my mother's soft, round buttocks.

I could even feel the shape of the indentation between his penis and her buttocks.

Good heavens, my mother didn't even dare to think about it. Could it be... my son's thing? She tried
to think positively, but she also knew that her son had already taken off his school trousers, so it couldn't possibly be a hard object in
his pocket . There was only one possibility, only one possibility…

She tried to remain calm, telling herself not to panic, not to be nervous, because the current situation
didn't allow her to yell at her son. It was alright just now, but if her husband outside the door saw her and her
son hiding in the closet like this, not to mention what he might do, she wouldn't be able to explain herself.
No, make him stop, make him stop immediately.

I could feel that my mother's movements were quite unnatural; she slightly twisted her shapely buttocks, seemingly trying to remove my
penis from her snowy buttocks, but her movements were very careful and cautious, as if she was afraid of being discovered by
her father and that woman outside the door. I finally mustered my courage and quietly pulled down my underwear, gently releasing

my already throbbing penis from inside. "Ah!" My mother cried out in a low voice, startled. The hard object first slightly moved away from her buttocks. At first, I thought my son seemed to realize something was wrong and was removing it, but I was wrong. This time, after the penis slightly left her buttocks, it immediately and forcefully sprang back, this time grazing the tender flesh between her legs, the glans striking her delicate vulva directly. She was so startled she almost screamed. "What's that sound?" The woman outside the door seemed to have very sharp ears, hearing her mother's soft cry. But the man in front of her ignored him, continuing to grip the woman's firm waist and thrusting . He wasn't disturbed by the slight noise at all. Soon, the woman was also rendered incoherent by the man's relentless thrusting, no longer paying attention to this little interruption. Their inattention didn't mean the mother herself was at ease. Just as the gasp escaped her lips, she immediately covered her mouth with her small hand, silencing all sound. She was terrified of being discovered by the couple outside the door. But after a while, seeing that the couple was still engrossed in their lovemaking, she finally relaxed, preparing to turn around and give her son a stern scolding. But who knew, just as her hand was about to leave her lips, a strange sensation surged through her again. My penis, after a brief pause at my mother's private parts, began to powerfully thrust my lower abdomen, making rhythmic thrusting motions on my mother's labia, the hard glans repeatedly poking against her soft lips. Damn it, how awful! He actually?! My mother was so anxious she couldn't even scream. That hard thing, like an iron pestle, pierced through her pantyhose and small silk panties, pressing firmly against her private parts. Instantly, her body felt as if it had been electrocuted; she jolted and went limp. This was too much! This was utterly outrageous! Perhaps in that moment of panic, the mother lost her composure, completely forgetting to resist, simply letting my penis rhythmically rub against her lips. The hard touch, the burning breath, assaulted her body and soul again and again. She had never imagined her usually well-behaved son would be so precocious, doing such a thing. No, I must stop him. The mother thought to herself. Just as I was continuing my thrusting into my mother's body, she hurriedly closed her legs, trying to stop me from continuing. At the same time, her other small hand slowly reached behind her, trying to pry open the fleshy buttocks I was pressing against her private parts. Perhaps normally, this action would have successfully stopped me, but now, it wasn't so certain. Inside the cramped closet, my mother couldn't even stand up straight, only slightly bending her legs, and she dared not too much, afraid that my father and mistress outside the door would hear. So, for a moment, she was flustered and confused. Sensing her intentions, I didn't stop her. Instead, as her hand moved towards my penis, I grabbed it tightly and placed it firmly on top of it. My mother's palm was delicate and smooth, small and exquisite; I could easily grasp it with one hand. Placing it on my penis completely stopped her movements. My mother never dreamed that instead of stopping her son's continued violation, she would have her hand grabbed and forcibly pressed against my penis, unable to pull it away. The uneven veins and the feeling of my thick, long penis instantly filled her mind. It was so hot, so big, she couldn't even wrap her hand around it. My mother's small hand gripped my penis with obvious embarrassment, unable to move. I could almost feel her intense discomfort. Her other hand was tightly pressed against her lips, supporting her body to prevent any sound. After all, who knew what might happen if the man and woman outside heard them? To calm my mother's turbulent emotions, I stopped my movements and quietly used my other free hand to gently write on her back, "Mom, I'm sorry. This is the first time I've seen something like this, and I couldn't control myself. Just let me feel better. I promise I won't do anything inappropriate." My mother was hesitant, unsure whether she was helping or harming her son, but the situation didn't allow her to think too much. She simply turned her head to look at the door, ignoring her son's lewd assault behind her. He was just a child, he didn't understand. My mother kept repeating this to herself, even though she found the reason hard to accept, she still didn't stop her son's further intrusion. She just quietly and silently endured it all. Seeing that my mother seemed to have tacitly approved of what I was doing, I was suddenly overjoyed. My right hand was still holding my mother 's small hand and pressing it on my penis, while my left hand left my mother's smooth back and slowly wrapped around my mother's slender waist, gently rubbing my mother's abdomen through her white dance dress.

The burning head of his penis felt as if it were scorching her tender lips. Although she was
a mature woman with experience, under her son's teasing, she felt like a virgin,
her whole body weak.

The tingling sensation spread from the labia to her lower abdomen and chest,
invading her body step by step, from the outside in and from the bottom up. "

I must teach him a lesson later. Kids these days are too mature," the mother thought to herself.

So I turned my head and looked outside the cabinet door again. What made my mother even more anxious was that the couple inside the room
were shamelessly continuing their sexual activity, completely oblivious to the fact that no one was around. I figured that even if someone
knocked on the door now, it wouldn't affect them in the slightest.

Perhaps taking advantage of this secluded environment and my mother's shyness, I became even more unrestrained and quickened my
movements. My round glans tirelessly bumped against my
mother's delicate lips again and again. Even through her stockings and panties, it seemed as if I wanted to break through her lips and explore inside.

The sweltering environment, coupled with the commotion outside, caused my mother's body to react
involuntarily .

The heat emanating from her lower abdomen felt like ants slowly crawling up her body. She could
even feel her insides becoming moist, her legs trembling uncontrollably, as if she were about to
collapse.

The delicate skin of my mother's palms gently rubbed against the flesh of my penis, the sensation
indescribably pleasurable . It felt much better than masturbating. Therefore, I wasn't in a hurry to end this
experience. Instead, I patiently savored each thrust in and out of my mother's palms.

It was a pleasure for me, but not necessarily for my mother. She
bit her lower lip hard, trying to distract herself
and lessen the strange sensations. "Oh God, why am I reacting? He's my own
son!"

she thought. Then, another tight thrust came, seemingly grinding her soul out of her body.
The mischievous tip of the rod, like a naughty child encountering something new, relentlessly
rubbed against her private parts.

Now, all Mom could do was squeeze her legs together and use her small hand gripping my penis
to pull it further away from her buttocks, trying to lessen the discomfort of the tip touching her labia.

But Mom didn't know that by squeezing her legs, she was also squeezing nearly a third of my penis.
Each pull of her small hand seemed to be in sync with my thrusting.

The lower half of my penis was being kneaded and twisted by Mom's soft little hands, while the upper half pushed aside the tender
flesh of her thighs encased in stockings, directly and nakedly pressing against her vulva. The tightness above and looseness below was incredibly stimulating;
even a woman's vagina probably couldn't compare.

She had thought that looking at the wardrobe might calm her agitated mind and body, but
the passionate moans of the couple outside the door kept her attention completely captivated. They were even more
stimulating .

She hadn't had sex with her husband for two weeks. For a woman her age, saying she didn't need it
was unrealistic. She could only endure it silently. But today, under these circumstances, her
son's arousal had caused her body to react violently, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, she couldn't show it. If her son saw, or if the couple outside knew,
how could she save face? "Hold on, just a little longer," the mother encouraged herself.

Time ticked by, but her son's movements behind her remained as forceful as ever, even
more so than before. What had initially been mere rubbing and touching her labia had now
escalated thrusting inside her through her panties and stockings.

Was it not over yet? The mother stared in disbelief, her eyes half-closed and glazed. She silently endured
her son's repeated thrusts, her heavy breathing carrying her body almost pressed against the wardrobe wall.

Just then, a strong hand seemed to move up her waist, caressing her. The
perfectly placed kneading and the warmth were irresistible to the somewhat dazed mother.

Taking advantage of my mother's distraction and lack of reaction time, I reached my left hand onto her thin shoulder blade and grabbed
the strap of her bra on one shoulder, pulling it down slightly. The entire bra, including the milky-white lace,
was ripped off .

My mother's left side, her snow-white and smooth skin, was completely exposed before me. Her left
breast was immediately freed from the constraints of her clothing, like a rabbit released from its cage.

Before my mother could resist, I grabbed her left hand and placed it on her left breast. My five fingers began to knead her smooth breast with
strong force.

"No…" my mother almost cried out. But the scene outside the door immediately pulled her back to reality.

She knew that the situation didn't allow her to make a sound. If she had rushed out at the beginning,
perhaps she could have explained herself. But now, she was half-naked. Her son behind her was also shirtless.
Moreover, they were doing something so shameful. Even if people asked her to explain, it would be difficult to make a clear statement.

Taking advantage of her mother's gentle nature, I was certain she wouldn't speak up, so I became even more unrestrained
in playing with her incredibly sensitive body.

Her left nipple had involuntarily become erect and hard. I freed my index finger and began to gently circle
her areola, slowly stimulating her fragile defenses.

"No!" the mother cried out in her heart, but her body betrayed her.

She knew she was now like a lump of mud, completely unable to resist her son's advances.

Having always been conservative and strict in her thinking, she had never imagined that the pleasure her son could give her was
something her husband could never provide. She had always thought that love between men and women was nothing special, but now,
even before penetration, waves of pleasure were already washing over her.

She could almost feel her underwear soaked with her overflowing vaginal fluid. Behind the pleasure,
the stark contrast between her roles as a mother and son slowly eroded her noble and proud heart.

Her body was almost pressed against the inner wall by her son, and the narrow space prevented her from stretching out comfortably.
Her limbs could only painfully endure the repeated thrusts of her son from behind. Even her right hand, covering his penis
, was drenched in sweat. She was completely out of control.

Suddenly, a woman's intense and rapid moans from outside the door pulled her back to reality. It seemed the
couple outside had already climaxed.

Before she could react, her son lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, whispering,

"I'm going to cum, Mom."

"No, you can't..." Before she could finish her moan, her son's rapid breathing and
quickening movements made it impossible for her to respond normally to him behind her.

She felt her body tighten against the wardrobe wall, followed by a burning
sensation on her lower thighs. At the same time, her lower body began to spasm, producing a strong reaction.

Suddenly, a burning sensation, like being scorched by flames, struck her thighs, causing her whole body
to tremble. Before she could catch her breath, there was a second wave, then a third.

She couldn't even feel the pulsation of her son's penis as he ejaculated; it remained as firm as when it was first erect. The only
difference was that the hot liquid hitting her tender inner thighs made her realize what had happened.

Her son had ejaculated.

She didn't know when her son's hand, which had been caressing her left breast, had left her chest, but she didn't
have time to think about why it had left. She only felt that the edges of her stockings and underwear were
soaked with the hot liquid.

One spurt, two spurts, seemingly without diminishing in the slightest, each jet of liquid forcefully striking
her crotch, scattering into a pool, each time seemingly without decreasing in volume, or perhaps even increasing.

What astonished her even more was that her son seemed tireless, repeatedly ejaculating into her groin. Her snow-
white pantyhose were already soaked, yet the force and frequency of the ejaculation showed no sign of abating.

The man and woman outside the door were nearing their end. Slowly, they ceased their moans and movements, beginning
to breathe . But, but, why? Why hadn't her son stopped?

The mother felt her body pressed tightly against her inner walls, unable to move, helplessly accepting the baptism
again and again. She even felt that her son seemed to be consciously spraying the liquid
around , but not onto her vulva.

She began to feel grateful that her son seemed to be somewhat sensible. Because she knew that if he had actually shot it there
, her panties would have already been soaked with the love fluid secreted from her vulva, so it was very likely that the semen would have flowed down her
soaked panties and into her labia.

Just as she was still coming to her senses, her son seemed to deliberately shift the target of the spray towards her private parts. No,
it should be said that he directly pressed that hard object against her private parts, completely pressing it against them, even
squeezing her labia apart. Only through the thin layer of stockings and panties, it continued to gush out.

No, Mom shook her head desperately, trying to stop me. But I ignored her completely. I continued to press
against the bottom of Mom's panties, right at her vulva, generously offering her my love juices.

After almost a minute, the fluid gradually decreased and slowly subsided. But
by then, Mom's labia were completely soaked with that sticky, viscous fluid. She could even feel the
murky , dirty liquid seeping deeper into her vagina.

By this time, her lower body was completely soaked with the fluid, large patches of her white stockings clinging
to her smooth skin. The scorching heat and the pungent smell made her close
her eyes .

I then released her small hand from my penis, pausing to breathe. I moved away from her
and leaned against the back of the wardrobe to rest.

It had been incredibly dangerous. My mother was still trembling with fear as she recalled the scene. If her son had
persisted a little longer, or if his ejaculation had lasted a little longer, she probably wouldn't have been able to control herself.

How could she face anyone after being brought to orgasm like that in front of her son? The mother felt a pang of
regret, but also a great deal of relief as she recalled the events.

Even after ejaculation, his penis remained as thick and long as ever, as if it hadn't been affected in the slightest.
She wondered what was going on in children's minds these days, maturing so early. Thankfully, all the torment was finally over.

Her son behind her seemed to have stopped, and the mother finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her previously tense
waist relaxed as she eased.

Oh no! The mother's body jolted violently. She suddenly remembered that these past few days had been her fertile period. What
if the semen her son had left in that area had gone inside her?

The consequences were unimaginable. Only then did the mother realize that her son had seemed to have taken special care
of her private parts during ejaculation, releasing so much fluid. Now… Could it be…?

Thinking this, the mother could almost feel the fluid at the base of her labia mixing with her own
overflowing vaginal fluid. Oh my god, if she were pregnant like this, it would be terrible.

Outside the door, the couple had finished their intense lovemaking and lay embracing on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of their
climax .

But for the mother, there was no comfort whatsoever. She frantically freed her hands,
reaching under her white skirt to grab her thin pantyhose and underwear, hurriedly pulling them down.

A woman's coquettish voice came from outside the door, "You rascal, I didn't expect you to be so amazing. I thought he
'd make me do it with other little brats. I never imagined he'd be such a mature man. Today was so awesome
!"

The mother was frantically pulling down her pantyhose and silk underwear to her thighs, but the
woman 's words made her stop in her tracks, puzzled.

Him? Other little brats? What was going on? The mother looked confused, seemingly
unable to understand the woman's words. Could it be…?

A bad feeling crept into the mother's mind. She stared intently at the door, and through the crack,
she saw the man and woman lying on the bed, the woman nestled seductively in the man's arms. At this moment, the
man's face finally turned towards the wardrobe. Instantly, Mom froze…

I sneered as I looked at Mom's now pert buttocks; her white pantyhose and underwear had already been
removed by her own hands. All of Mom's defenses had been laid bare, revealing a hidden area between her rounded, white thighs…
A secluded paradise. The door was wide open, welcoming my arrival.

My left hand gripped the shaft of my penis, its enormous head aimed at my mother's private entrance, while my right hand reached
behind to her lips…

The person outside wasn't my husband, not him! At that moment,
the finally lifted. Her husband hadn't cheated on her, hadn't done anything to betray her;
she'd been overthinking things. So… Xiao Jie… right, I almost forgot about him. My mother was about to turn her head when

suddenly a rough hand covered her pink lips from behind.

Before she could react, she felt her delicate body being pulled into her son's arms from behind,
a masculine scent assaulting her senses.

Ah… At the same time, she felt a hard, iron-like object pressed against the entrance to her private parts
. This happened in an instant, leaving her no time to react.

I gripped my penis with my left hand and thrust it forcefully into my mother's labia. Simultaneously, my right hand tightly covered her
lips. The entire action was fluid and seamless. My thick, long penis brutally forced open my mother's tender
lips, and with the lubrication of the previous fluids, easily pierced into her body.

A tearing pain shot through Mom's lower body. She trembled, and before she could even cry out, her mouth
was covered by her son behind her. She could only painfully endure the
agony of the large penis forcing its way into her.

"No…" Mom didn't even have time to stop him; she felt as if that lewd thing was piercing her body
. The pain was indescribable, and she couldn't accept this reality either.

I had thought my penetration would be a little difficult, but to my surprise, Mom's passage
was already very wet. It seemed that what we had just done had caused her body to react involuntarily
.

Her already sensitive body, coupled with her son's sudden attack from behind,
felt that hot object was piercing her flesh, simultaneously breaching the last vestige of her moral defenses.

No, no, I'm going to lose it! She tried to calm herself, but the situation wouldn't allow
her to control herself. It had reached her core. Waves of tingling sensation immediately surged through her body.

No, no! She tried desperately to cry out, but her mouth was already firmly sealed by
her son . She could only let out muffled groans.

"I never imagined there could be such a stupid person, actually paying me to have
sex He's a fucking idiot. Maybe kids think differently from adults. Let him be." At
that moment, the man's words reached the mother's ears, and she broke down completely. Even
the last shred of defense she had managed to maintain crumbled.

I only felt my mother's previously tense body suddenly spasm rhythmically, followed by
a gush of fluid gushing from her vagina, splashing onto my glans. Her small hands
clenched into fists, pressed tightly against the wardrobe door, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Even her legs were too weak to support her
upper body, leaving her leaning helplessly against me, letting out soft, low moans.

Why? Why did she orgasm? My mother painfully blamed her body for being so weak, for
letting her son… Only at this moment did she fully understand. It turned out that this was all a trap set by her son.

Her mind went blank, yet the relentless pleasure of orgasm washed over her. Ah! Ah…

“Mom, I’ve finally got you. I don’t just want you, I want you to be my woman,
my sex slave, my one and only stockings slave.” I whispered in my mother’s ear, in a voice only
we could hear…

The couple in the room had finished their passionate lovemaking. After a short rest, they began to
dress and prepare to leave the room.

But they were unaware of this. At that moment, my mother and I were hiding in the closet. The passionate act had just begun.
My right hand covered my mother's delicate red lips, and my left hand tightly
gripped waist. My upper body was pressed tightly against her half-naked back. My groin was pressed closely against my mother's snow-white and tender buttocks.

At that moment, my sudden and unexpected penetration brought my mother to the deepest part of her body.
She didn't even have a chance to catch her breath before experiencing the most shameful and humiliating climax of her life.

Her body trembled involuntarily, responding to the onslaught of physical and mental pleasure.
She was completely unable to control herself. In that instant, her mind went blank, and she forgot about morality and ethics, simply enjoying the pleasure
her body was giving her.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut, followed by
the sound of . The sound faded into the distance. The tense atmosphere slowly eased. The couple outside
had already left the room.

"You bastard, let me go!" My mother's first reaction after relaxing was to angrily scold me. She
struggled to twist her body, trying to break free from my embrace.

But she had clearly forgotten that deep inside her tender honeypot, my erect and swollen penis was still inside her.
My mother had just
suppressed my pleasure and quietly waited for her orgasm to pass.

"Mom, I love you, I really love you. Please, just let me do it once," I
pleaded with my mother in a slightly begging tone.

"Get away, you beast!" After her orgasm, my mother seemed to be much more conscious. She still resolutely
twisted her body, trying to break free from my control.

Of course, I wouldn't let my mother break free so easily. I still held my mother's slender waist tightly with both hands,
making her soft buttocks and my penis fit together tightly. There was no escape.

In her struggle, Mom pushed open the wardrobe door and lunged forward, trying to free herself from my penis.
But I remained entwined around her beautiful body, falling to the ground with her. My large
penis remained firmly inserted inside her.

"Mom, please, just once, just once," I pleaded, clinging
desperately .

"You! Let me go… If your father finds out, he'll definitely… Ah… Ah, no!" Mom cried out.
At this moment, she tried to threaten me by mentioning her father, but she greatly underestimated my desire. Just as she uttered the word "
father " I quietly withdrew my penis slightly from my mother's moist and wet vagina,
and then thrust it in hard again, once again ruthlessly touching my mother's clitoris.

My mother had just reached orgasm and was still somewhat weak, completely unable to resist.
How could her weak and sensitive body withstand such an attack from me?

Although I was still in the developmental stage and my organs were still growing, this could
not . The firmness and just the right length were perfect for the mother's body
to enjoy her son's "love."

Ah! It was so uncomfortable; the feeling from before was back. The mother had never imagined that her son would be
so audacious. This was a violation of ethics and morality. How could he do such a thing? But what
she was seeing before her could no longer be described simply as anger.

"Beast, let go...stop...stop." The mother's breathing was heavy and labored.
Her body was still sensitive. She hadn't had sex with her husband for half a month, and her son's
simple thrusting felt like she had ascended to heaven.

The scorching heat, coupled with the rough, blue veins on that thing constantly scraping against her soft passage
, the enormous glans like a sharp sword tearing through her body, as if trying to enter her womb
.

What infuriated her even more was that the man inside her was none other than her beloved son, whom she doted on and
cared for . She couldn't let him continue. The mother secretly made up her mind; perhaps
it wasn't too late to turn back.

"Quick...stop, I...I'll pretend...nothing...didn't happen, you? Ah...ah..."

Perhaps the mother's thinking was too naive. Someone like her, who had never accepted such evil thoughts, naturally
couldn't understand what this meant, nor could she know that her resistance at this moment was exactly what she wanted.

"Faster? Mom, do you want me to go faster? Then I'll continue..." After saying that, I
glanced at my mother, who was now lying weakly on the floor, her clothes disheveled. One of her silver high heels
had fallen off during the struggle, revealing her small, delicate foot, which
looked exceptionally alluring under the light white sheer stockings.

I lay on her back, holding her two snow-white, pink arms tightly with my hands, and lowered my head to kiss her half-exposed back, shoulders, and neck
wantonly . My body pressed tightly against
my mother 's delicate frame, and my engorged penis began its mischievous, slow thrusting
motions into her honeyed depths.

"No...no, please..." My mother cried out
involuntarily . How could her innocent mind possibly fathom my lewd intentions? But the
long period of contortion in the wardrobe had left her limbs numb, and now, with her son's short yet strong
body pressing against hers, the numbness intensified.

It wasn't that she didn't want to resist, but the more she moved, the more numb and uncomfortable her body became
. Forget resisting; even moving her limbs felt incredibly difficult. What was even more infuriating was that the recent orgasm
seemed to have drained all her strength; even curling her small hands into fists was so difficult for her now
.

"Mommy, it's so tight, it feels so good, your...it feels so good," I said, enjoying the tight and comfortable feeling my mother's
narrow passage gave me. She didn't seem like a pregnant woman at all. Perhaps
because my parents didn't have frequent sex, my mother's vagina was now like
that of a virgin, being so wantonly and sadistically enjoyed by her son, that is, me.

"No...please, Xiao Jie...stop...Mom begs you." My mother's initial anger seemed to
slowly change with the changes in her body, and the scolding tone was gradually replaced by a trace of pain.
The angry expression on her face slowly began to turn into shame.

The jade breast that had sprung out from under her clothes was now pressed to the floor, flattened,
but it did not affect its proud elasticity at all, trembling slowly with my slow movements.

Although my mother was tall and slender, she seemed so weak and powerless compared to me. Coupled with
her slightly weak personality, even when I was pinning her down and forcing her to do
things that she couldn't accept according to her beliefs, she couldn't resist.

"No...stop? Mom, I didn't expect you to be so lewd? You're actually begging me not to stop? Fine,
let me show my filial piety today. Don't worry, I won't stop." After saying that, I squeezed
my mother's long, slender legs in stockings between my legs, and slowly grasped my mother's two weak little hands, continuing to
gently thrust in and out of my mother's secret passage.

My mother had just experienced an orgasm, so her vaginal canal was already full of lubrication.
Even though her vagina was very tight, I was able to thrust in and out with great ease. Her soft
labia were being gently moved in and out by my thrusts, and her weak legs could no longer close tightly
to stop my intrusion.

"Xiao Jie...no! We...this is...this is...messing...messing...ah! ah! ah
..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I increased the speed of my thrusts, slamming my lower abdomen against her buttocks.
The two loud 'slap, slap' sounds of flesh hitting flesh interrupted her words, leaving only her painful
groans and muffled moans.

Her two long, shapely legs, encased in white pantyhose, appeared so graceful. Mom
had studied dance, so it's no exaggeration to say that even without her ballet dancer attire,
you could tell she was a dancer. After all, her unique natural advantages and innate artistic
temperament made her even more beautiful and captivating.

"Incest? To hell with incest, Mom. I just want to make love to you, like you and Dad did. Forget
about ethics and morality, let's just do it first. We both need this, so why not?" As I spoke, I
lowered my head and gently kissed my mother's long, white neck. Like many women who practice dance, she had
a swan neck—slender and long. Especially now, looking at her from behind, she resembled a...
The injured and powerless swan helplessly tilted her head to the side, letting me do as I pleased.

It was so numb; not only her hands and feet, but her entire body felt as if it had been injected with anesthesia. She had never
imagined her son, whom she hadn't paid attention to for so many years, had become so heavy, pressing down on her body, completely powerless to resist.
Even though she was slightly taller than her son, she was powerless to stop her own son, her own son,
from doing this disgusting thing. The mother didn't even dare to think further; her son could even commit incest
so calmly—how terrifying was that?

Clinging to her last shred of strength and self-respect, the mother began to resist, trying to turn her body and flip her son off
her back. She twisted her body weakly, clenched her fists, pursed her lower lip, closed
her eyes in humiliation, and weakly kicked the floor with her two beautiful little feet.

"Oh? Mom, you can't hold back anymore? You want it so badly
,

don't you? Don't worry, your son will definitely satisfy you, you little slut, today. Get ready!" "Ah! No..." At this moment, the mother was too weak to explain anything. Ignoring her son's deliberate misinterpretation,
she struggled to crawl forward, trying to get away from my intrusion. Damn it, her
body was working against her again. Every movement felt extremely difficult. The numbness felt
like it was pulling at her whole body. Every attempt not only touched her body, but
also made her fragile heart numb.

In her daze, the image of her husband seemed to float into her mind. The thought sent
a chill down her spine

. "Husband, save me..." Two more violent impacts rang out, pulling the dazed mother back to the cruel reality.
Her son behind her seemed tireless, thrusting into her buttocks again and again. The tingling
sensation gradually spread through her limbs, reaching deep into her body. It felt as if that monstrous penis had
inexhaustible strength, pounding against her tender, moist opening again and again. Each time the rough flesh grazed her
delicate passage, an indescribable sensation coursed through her body.

Even though the owner of that penis was her own son, she wanted to hate it, but she couldn't resist
each thrust. It must be said that her son's movements always seemed gentle, never hurting her.
However, now was not the time to think about that. Every time she saw her son's throbbing figure behind her,
her heart trembled, and she could no longer endure the agonizing torment. Her eyes welled up, and tears streamed down her face.

"No… how could you… do this to Dad?" the mother sobbed, her voice trembling. Her thin, delicate
shoulders trembled slightly, like a pitiful, abandoned infant, helplessly shaking her long, black
hair.

"Dad? Haha, if Dad knew his son was so sensible and capable! Helping him and Mom
with these chores, he would be so happy for us." With that, I continued thrusting, slamming my mother's small
, not-so full buttocks against me, making them heave.

"Ah...you, you bastard."

"Me, a bastard? Mom, then aren't you a big bastard? I came out from right here.
I never thought coming home would feel so good. Let me enjoy the warmth of home."

"Ah...ah...no, stop...stop!" My mother could no longer resist her body's
involuntary betrayal. Her whole body went limp, and her snow-white skin flushed crimson. However, her mother
's self-esteem did not allow her to show it. If her son saw it, he might deliberately misinterpret it.

The mother bit her lower lip hard, closed her eyes tightly, and held her breath. Her hands were firmly held by
her son 's palms, her white arms were tightly pressed against her son's strong arms, and her two attractive
legs were sandwiched between his legs at this time, unable to move at all. Her son was already naked, and
the only was the underwear he had just taken off. It could be said that she was almost closely connected to her son's flesh.
If she normally had such sex with her husband, she might still feel happy, but at this moment
it was her son, her biological son, who was thrusting back and forth into her body. This immense contrast caused her
immense pain.

At that moment, she even contemplated suicide. Each insertion caused her unbearable itching, and
each withdrawal brought out her copious amounts of vaginal fluid. By now, her silk panties and white
pantyhose, which had fallen down to her thighs, were soaked with the remaining fluid. The scene between her legs was a gruesome mess.

Seeing that my mother seemed to have lost the strength to resist any longer, but was instead gritting her teeth and enduring, I felt relieved and
stopped thrusting. I reached out and pulled my mother's soft, delicate body up from the floor. He stood up, his arm around her
slender waist, and walked towards the window...

Perhaps due to her conservative nature, her mother found it difficult to accept new and exciting things, and had suffered from
acrophobia since childhood. At this moment, she saw that her son had already opened the window, and the scene outside immediately stunned her
. This room was located more than ten stories high, and there were few buildings of such height in the surrounding area. Outside was a bustling, vibrant
street. The feeling of looking down from such a height immediately made her mother feel dizzy. Never having witnessed such a scene before,
my mother 's body and mind seemed to collapse instantly, and she immediately slumped against my chest. Though
slightly taller than me, she now clung to me like a powerless doll, her whole body trembling with fear, her beautiful
face filled with terror. "No...no...too...too high. Please...please...ah,
ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, I pushed her upper body out of the window, then pressed my hands firmly against
her soft, delicate buttocks, securing her lower body to the windowsill. Then, I began
rhythmically .

A wave of dizziness immediately washed over the mother. "No..." Never having experienced such stimulation
before, she forgot even the humiliation emanating from behind. She no longer cared
whether the person inside her was her son. In that moment, all she wanted was to leave this place, to escape that high
view .

Her hands gripped the edge of the window desperately, as if afraid she would fall at any moment.
She arched her upper body back as if trying to get away from the window, her firm breasts displaying their beautiful shape.

Her white dance dress, still half-on and half-off, hung disheveled on her body, her legs weak and turned outwards.
She stood on the ground with her legs slightly bent. If I hadn't firmly held her buttocks, she
might have collapsed to the ground.

"How's it feeling, Mom? Do you want me to continue helping Dad with the things you usually do, or do you want to
continue looking at the scenery outside?" I chuckled wickedly, kneading the delicate skin of my mother's buttocks, and then
slowed down my lower body movements, letting my penis churn and pound in my mother's narrow passage.

Perhaps due to the stimulation, my mother's passage suddenly tightened, becoming unusually tight, like
a virgin's. I was momentarily overwhelmed and almost ejaculated.

"Ah...too high...too high, let me...in..." the mother said frantically. Her
face had turned pale, and the cold wind outside the window whistled against her exposed white skin, making her
extremely uncomfortable. However, her son's thick, long penis seemed completely unaffected, still
slowly thrusting and undulating inside her. Her hands gripped the edge of the window tightly, her upper body
deliberately pushed against the window by her son. At this height, not to mention whether anyone could see, the vast,
cold view was unbearable for her. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her legs could barely support her body.

Seeing that my mother had basically regained her balance, I released my hands from her hips.
One hand reached down towards her genitals, while the other followed her graceful curves towards her exposed
left breast.

Without my support, my mother panicked as if she had lost her lifeline. She lost
her balance slowly fell towards the window, her two hands clinging tightly to the window frame as her last
support.

"Should I continue, or should we just enjoy the scenery? Mom, I respect your
wishes ."

"No...no...you bastard."

"Fine, since you like bastards so much, then let this little bastard do you, the big bastard,
and then we'll have a brood of bastards, hahaha." My left hand was already caressing my mother's proud breasts, while my right hand
parted the sparse pubic hair between her legs, prying open her soft labia, and moving to her
clitoris. I began to gently tease that lubricated clitoris.

My mother cried out in extreme pain and humiliation, "No...no..."

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