Filial piety nourishes a mother's heart; warmth disrupts the natural order of family relationships.

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My hometown is a remote village in a small mountainous county in southern China. My mother and I lived in a small Western-style house on the edge of the village, built with money sent by my grandfather after he went to do business in the Philippines. When I was 15, my father went to Hong Kong through my grandfather's connections, and later moved to the Philippines. Unfortunately, before he could bring my mother with him, he tragically died far from home. For my sake, my mother decided to remain a widow, because she couldn't bear to leave me and that lovely little house.

Our house was located in a small valley on the edge of the village, surrounded by lush green trees on three sides, with a rice paddy in front—quite tranquil. The house was only two and a half stories high, with a total of five rooms. My mother and I lived there, and with the remittances my grandfather sent from time to time, we lived an enviable life by the standards of the time.

I could have lived an ordinary life: being filial to my mother, getting married, having children, and continuing the family line. But when I was 18, a casual remark from a coworker triggered a decade-long incestuous relationship between my mother and me. That was a golden period in my life, a tender, sweet, and intimate relationship with my biological mother—a relationship that was both mother and wife.

My grades in primary and secondary school were quite good, but when I graduated high school at 18, due to some overseas connections and, more importantly, because my mother wasn't good at ingratiating herself with certain people, I wasn't selected for university. So I had to return to my hometown and work as a bookkeeper at the village rice mill.

One afternoon after work, as I was packing up to go home, the mechanic, Afa, came over mysteriously and pointed behind the rice miller, Alun, saying, "Do you know why that guy's rushing back?" I said I didn't know. "Going home to ride his mom!" Afa said mysteriously. At first, I didn't understand what he meant, so I said, "Who rides horses these days?" He said, "You misheard, he's going home to ride his mother." I immediately realized what he meant and quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not true. If it were true, wouldn't that be incest between mother and son? It would cause a huge scandal if word got out." Afa then started to get scared and begged me to keep it a secret.

But he went on to say that it was absolutely true, that Alan had told him himself because the two of them were incredibly close. Afa said he couldn't help but tell, but only to me, and that I had to swear not to tell anyone else. I, of course, agreed. Afa, in high spirits, said he would take me to see Alan and his mother in person. I happened to be free that day, so we quickly hurried over. After walking for a while, we were not far from Alan, watching him return to the small shop his mother ran. As soon as Afa went inside, his mother quickly came to greet him, and the two embraced affectionately before going into the inner room.

The mother appeared to be in her early forties, plump and kind-faced, not at all like a promiscuous woman, but her high breasts and slightly upturned buttocks suggested a strong sex drive. With Alan with her, it was inevitable that things would escalate, and incest between mother and son would likely be inevitable. However, we didn't see anything else, and could only guess that the mother and son were probably already in bed making love. Later we went home.

Back home, I was deeply shaken. Alan's mother was a widow, and Alan was very filial to her; I couldn't believe they would do such a shameful thing. But then I thought, if Alan's father were still alive, incest would certainly be harmful to him, but now that his father is gone, what they did didn't really hurt anyone else. If they both wanted it and were happy, why couldn't they?

Suddenly, I thought of myself. Wasn't my mother a widow like Alan's mother? Why couldn't we do the same thing? Besides, my mother looked younger and prettier than Alan's mother. I'd heard that young and beautiful women have particularly strong sexual desires; why hadn't I noticed this before?

Actually, I'd had feelings for my mother since I was 14, often fantasizing about incestuous intercourse with her. I'd only suppressed my sexual fantasies because of morality. Now I truly believe that we could have that kind of relationship, because my father is gone, and my mother doesn't want to remarry. Of course, I also know that my mother is a very traditional woman; she probably wouldn't agree to this.

However, once my desire to commit incest with my own mother was aroused, it was difficult to quell. So I decided I should give it a try. The problem was, what method should I use? Fortunately, I quickly came up with a plan. I have a habit of keeping a diary. My diary is not kept very securely, and my mother can occasionally see it. I will use some trickery in my diary.

So, that night, I wrote in my diary a story adapted from a popular online novel: Today I secretly saw this story in a popular online novel that my colleague bought. It was about a scholar named Bai during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty. Although he was very filial to his mother, he always felt that something was not enough. One day he finally realized that his mother had been widowed for many years, spending her days alone in an empty room, wasting her youth, and was in great pain. He felt that his filial piety towards his mother was not true filial piety, and he needed to take more profound actions. Finally, one night, he went to his mother's bed...

From then on, the mother and son had passionate nights and daily lovemaking, full of warmth and happiness. The true love between the mother and son moved the heavens, and Bai passed the imperial examination with top honors. Faced with the emperor's bestowal of marriage, Bai politely declined, saying he already had a wife at home. He then brought his mother to the capital, presenting her as his wife to the outside world. Upon meeting, the first thing mother and son did was shut themselves in their room and indulge in passionate lovemaking for three days and three nights before finally getting out of bed. From then on, they made love every night without fail. Years later, his colleagues, seeing that Bai's wife (actually his mother) couldn't conceive, advised him to take a concubine, but Bai resolutely refused. It wasn't until his mother was over fifty that Bai finally took a concubine. Even so, Bai would seize any opportunity to rekindle his old flame with his mother, indulging in unrestrained lovemaking, especially during the concubine's menstrual periods. Their warm and romantic lives composed a deeply moving love song between mother and son.

After reading this story, I felt deeply ashamed. While I am considered filial to my mother, I am a far cry from the true filial piety of the scholar Bai. Humans are not animals; simply having food and sleep is not enough. Moreover, even animals experience estrus and mating; how can humans be so devoid of passion? My mother has been widowed for many years, spending every night alone in her empty room. I should be able to imagine her pain, yet I cannot show her the deep filial piety I deserve, not even by sleeping with her for a night to ease her loneliness. Am I even human, so selfish? Am I even comparable to those beasts of flesh?

I am 18, long past sexual maturity. Seeing girls often evokes fantasies; I yearn to hold one in my arms and have sex with her freely. But I'm not yet 24 or 25; how can I get married? I think of women's bodies day and night, suffering from this constant pent-up desire. Every day, I can only release my precious semen through masturbation, wasting it all, unable to give even a single drop to my mother who needs it most. On the surface, I'm acting in accordance with morality, but in reality, morality is harming two innocent bodies. It's time; I should bravely take the first step. But my mother is a traditional woman. Even in broad daylight, Aunt Li from the village entrance often wears floral shorts, walking in and out of the yard, her full, white thighs exposed, making me steal glances at her every time. But my mother doesn't even show me her calves at home. Would she understand my filial piety and my predicament? I don't know. I'm so miserable!!!

The diary is finished, how can I know if my mother has read it? This is naturally not difficult for me. Should I put a hair on this page? No, if my mother doesn't blow it away and it remains, then all my efforts will be wasted. I chose to put a tiny bit of cotton thread, tucking it at the very edge of this page. As long as my mother opens this page, even the lightest breath will be enough to blow it away. Having made my arrangements, I went to work the next day with peace of mind.

When I got home from work in the afternoon, the first thing I did was check the diary. To my great joy, the thin cotton thread was gone, truly gone! And when I entered the house, my mother smiled at me, something she had never done before. She saw my diary, and surprisingly, she wasn't angry! I succeeded!

But what I found regrettable was that my mother hadn't shown me a single inch of skin. Was it that she didn't want to, or was she embarrassed? I'd have to wait and see. Luckily, before going to bed that night, a sign appeared. My mother went into her room first, then came out again and asked me if I locked the door. I looked and was horrified: my mother was wearing a pair of floral shorts that rural women often wore, pink with a few small white flowers scattered throughout. Above the shorts, at the opening of her bra, I could see my mother's slightly concave, delicate, and sexy navel, with a slightly protruding belly in the middle, and below, two snow-white, full thighs, emitting a soft and alluring white glow. My head went blank, and I almost fainted. I really wanted to rush over and hug my mother's legs, but my legs were too weak, let alone have the courage.

For the next hour, I don't even know how I got through it; my mind was filled with those snow-white thighs. Later, I managed to calm down and decided to act that night. I didn't sleep, because of course I couldn't. At midnight, I suddenly let out several terrifying screams: "Ah, ah, help!" My mother heard the noise and immediately rushed into my room, hugging me tightly and anxiously asking what was wrong. I gave her the prepared answer: "I had a nightmare!" Mom said: "Honey, tell Mom quickly, what did you dream about?" "I dreamt that Dad was chasing and hitting me, he was so fierce, so fierce." I was terrified. "No way, you're a good child. Dad in heaven wouldn't not know. He's so grateful to you, how could he hit you? Dad keeps scolding me for being unfilial." After hearing this, I figured Mom understood my intention.

So she said: "He's wrong to say you're unfilial. We have plenty to eat and wear, I've never suffered anything. You're always obedient, I've never felt troubled." "Is there anything you haven't done well enough? Surely not?" At this moment, my mother's full thighs were completely intertwined with mine, her two high breasts completely enveloping my bare arm. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel their softness. Her lips were so close to mine; I could feel their warmth and fragrance. The urgency of my desire was indescribable.

But I still managed to calmly continue: "Dad scolded me for not advising you… advising you… leaving you alone in an empty house." "Don't talk nonsense," Mom said, sounding a little angry. "Advise me on what? Advise me to remarry?" "I won't remarry not only for you, but also for the continuation of the Lin family line. This is something I'm very willing to do." She then spoke in a gentle tone, "Besides, who said I'm alone in an empty house? Don't we still have your precious son in this house? With you, Mom is content! Content!"

I knew the time had come, so I boldly said, "Mom, from now on, I'll stay with you every night, okay?" My mother became very emotional, kissing my cheek tenderly. "No, it's me who should be with you, my child! You've grown up alone without a father, how pitiful! If I'm not with you, who will? From now on, we'll never be separated, okay?" "Okay! Then sleep well. It's getting late." My mother said, turning to lie down on her side, holding me tightly, continuing to kiss my cheek.

Soon, our lips were touching. The womanly fragrance of my mother's breath filled my nose, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I opened my mouth and kissed her back. Our tongues intertwined, and the blissful moment lasted at least ten minutes! After a while, I became restless. My hands kept squeezing my mother's breasts, occasionally reaching down to her soft abdomen, almost touching her mons pubis. I became very agitated, in a state of wanting to climax but unable to. "Mom, I

feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable! Mom, Mom, I can't take it anymore!" "My dear son, Mom knows you're uncomfortable. You're all grown up now." My mother hugged me tightly, speaking tenderly, "Come on, it's time. My dear son, Mom will take you to a happy place." As she spoke, she took off her shorts and bra, revealing her two large, white, and warm breasts. I immediately put my mouth on them, and she helped me take off my shirt and underwear. Now, mother and son were naked and pressed together. "

My dear son, come on, climb on top of me. Lie on top of Mom, and Mom will teach you." At this moment, I, who had been suffering from lust, suddenly cheered from the bottom of my heart: I can finally go home and ride Mom! Climb on top, yes, like this. Mom adjusted our position, letting my arms wrap around her neck, my chest against her breasts, and my lower body aligned with the juncture of her legs. Once we were both comfortable, she reached out and grabbed my penis. Her hands were so plump and delicate; I simply couldn't describe the pleasure I felt, but even more exciting things were yet to come.

"My dear son," Mom said tenderly, "I can't believe your little darling has grown so big. Do you miss women?" "Yes!" "Do you miss Mom?" "I miss you so much!" "What do you want to do?" "I don't know, I just want to. I want a hole to go in." "My dear son, do you know? Mom has a hole down there, all wet. Mom will let your little darling in. Once it's in, it'll cool you down, even the hardest thing will soften, and then you won't feel uncomfortable anymore." "Yes, right here, let Mom help your little darling in." "Come on, that's right, push in, that's right, good, it's in!" As soon as Mom let go, my penis slid in all the way, because Mom's vagina was already soaking wet, there was no resistance at all.

Thank you, my lovely mother, she let her 18-year-old son, my big penis, enter her alluring vagina. This insertion turned me from a virgin into a man. This insertion took me back to the place that gave birth to me 18 years ago. This insertion connected the sex organs of a mother and son together in an inseparable bond. This penetration, the first taste of a woman's touch for this young boy, made me obsessed with my mother's honeyed cunt, my desire never waning.

My penis was already inside my mother's tender cunt, imagining what it felt like: hot, wet, and soft, sometimes contracting, sometimes tightening, sometimes slippery, an indescribable heavenly pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure!! Is this what they call riding mom? If so, then there is absolutely nothing in the world more joyful than this.

My lust ran wild like a runaway horse: my hands caressed my mother's beautiful hair and fragrant neck, my tongue swirled in my mother's mouth, my belly rubbed against my mother's soft abdomen, my penis thrusting unrestrainedly in my mother's warm, tender cunt, enjoying the soaking and rhythmic massage of my mother's honeyed cunt...

On one hand, I wished that the sex organs of mother and son would be forever joined together, but on the other hand, I felt the urge to ejaculate too quickly. I started masturbating at the beginning of this year, and I felt pleasure every time I ejaculated. But now, I can't control myself from the very first time; it's as if only by ejaculating quickly can I release all my desire. I started moaning, moaning loudly in my mother's arms. Mom knew I was about to explode. "

Sweetie, just ejaculate, all of it, my son. Boys are quick the first time; you can't relieve the heat if you don't finish quickly." While Mom was speaking, I put my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues intertwined again. I couldn't hold back any longer. After a series of increasingly intense thrusts, my hot semen shot into the womb of my dear mother who had nurtured me! For me, a novice, the pleasure of ejaculation was the most beautiful enjoyment in the world! "

Mom!" A few minutes later, I said, "Mom, you're right, my penis is soft. Mom's vagina is so good, so beautiful, it really helps me relieve the heat." "Yes, that's where a woman's most valuable thing is." No matter how hard a man's thing is, it will soften after a while. If it doesn't soften, the man will feel suffocated. Yes, I usually think about women... which woman? I think about Mom... ever since I saw your legs, Mom, I've been thinking about Mom! That's understandable. But I'm your mother, how can I think about such things? I love Mom, do you know what I think about every day? I want to ride Mom for the rest of my life, to be filial to Mom for the rest of my life. I dare not say for the rest of my life, you still need to get married and carry on the family line. After you get married, you still

need to ride your old mother. As she was talking, Mom suddenly cried out: Ah, I can't take it anymore. Mom is uncomfortable now. Mom suddenly sat up: Baby, lie flat, let Mom fuck you. After saying that, she rolled over and straddled me. Mom spread her thighs, letting her fat, slutty cunt covered in my semen rub against my limp penis. Mom let her breasts hang down and brought them to my mouth. I played with one nipple with one hand and sucked on the other with my mouth. Under my mother's caresses, my erect penis was fully inserted into her cunt. She moved faster and faster, and I thrust my penis upwards to match her movements. When I ejaculated my hot semen into her again, suddenly, she let out a sound I had never heard before, like the howl of a she-wolf during mating. I later learned that this was a woman's moan during orgasm, but my mother's orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than I had imagined. After

what seemed like an eternity, she slowed down, her body limp on top of me. I was satisfied, and so was my mother. At that moment, we felt as if we were floating on clouds, so beautiful! We didn't bother to clean the semen from our genitals, letting it drip onto the large towel my mother had prepared beforehand. Then, naked, we embraced and drifted off to sleep in a vortex of happiness.

I woke up to find it was already broad daylight, and my penis was rock hard again. I rolled over and lay on top of my mother, wanting to have sex with her again, but she wouldn't allow it no matter what I said. She said I had ejaculated too much the first time, and now wanting to do it again in less than six hours was bad for my health, so I had to wait until evening. Helpless, I had to give up.
But I couldn't work at all that morning. My lower body was incredibly aroused, and all I could think about was having sex with my mother. During my lunch break, I ran home, wanting nothing more than to ride my mom. But when I got home, I was terribly disappointed. Mom wasn't there. There was a note on the table saying she'd taken chicken to Grandma. She told me to eat the old hen's chicken by myself. I wanted the chicken, but seeing my mom was more important. But she wasn't there, and I was so anxious.

When I got home in the evening, my mother was back. I was so happy I almost cried out. She opened the door, and as soon as she locked it, I rushed to hug her, kissing her desperately and trying to pull at her belt. My mother yelled in fright: "Are you crazy?! What are you doing in broad daylight?! Mom, I can't take it anymore! Play with me for a while! Hurry! Are you crazy?! We're at the door!" I was completely out of control. I couldn't control myself. I ripped off my own pants, then my mother's trousers, then her shorts, and pressed her against the floor by the door.

My mother had no choice but to submit. She stopped screaming and even spread her legs, allowing my penis to easily penetrate her vagina. A few minutes later, I gradually came to my senses. "I'm sorry, Mom. Poor child, you miss your mother that much? Are you feeling better?" "Okay, take Mom to bed, let Mom play with you." I quickly carried Mom into the inner room, placed her on the bed, stripped off all her clothes, and began sucking her breasts fiercely while launching a fierce attack from below. After more than a hundred thrusts, my mother also reached her climax. She started screaming, and her screams aroused my lust. Finally, Mom and I ejaculated at the same time.

After dinner, the mother and son sat together watching TV. My hands roamed back and forth between my mother's thighs, breasts, lower abdomen, and plump buttocks, caressing her to my heart's content. As for what was being shown on the screen, I wasn't interested at all. Later, the mother and son simply took off all their clothes. I hugged her from behind, pressing her plump buttocks tightly against my chest. Then, my penis naturally entered her vagina. Her undulating buttocks gave me immense pleasure, but we continued thrusting slowly to avoid ejaculating. Around ten o'clock, after the TV show ended, we went to bed together.

This time, we agreed to have less passionate sex. I wanted to first appreciate my mother's body. I laid her flat on the bed, admiring her plump, white, and tender body: her beautiful, high breasts, her slightly protruding belly, her lush, fragrant vagina, her snow-white, fleshy legs… Then, I began to kiss her: starting with her head, I had her close her eyes and kissed her eyes, then her nose, and then her ears. Mom said kissing her earlobes felt best, and she wanted me to kiss them for about ten minutes, followed by her mouth. Mom wouldn't open her mouth, so I had to hold her upturned lower lip in my mouth, which tasted pretty good too. Then I kissed her from her neck down to her breasts to her lower abdomen to her navel. Soon below her navel was her mons pubis, which was plump and white like a freshly steamed bun.

When I was kissing her with particular enthusiasm, my mother suddenly shouted, "No, you're going to make me itch to death! Get on top of me!!" I immediately climbed onto my mother. "Put it in!" Mom started trembling with excitement. As soon as my penis entered her vagina, she stopped trembling. So we took our time, slowly fucking her for a full half hour before we started thrusting quickly and freely. The inner walls of her plump vagina began to contract, tightening in waves, as if squeezing out my semen. By this time, I didn't have much semen left, but my penis was still throbbing rhythmically inside my mother's vagina. Finally, amidst my mother's wolf-like howls, our intercourse ended perfectly!

But what I never expected was that my 60-year-old, seductive grandmother would also sleep with me, and be incredibly lewd and wild.

Here's what happened: For the next seven or eight days, my mother and I slept naked together every night. Whenever we got into bed, we would undress each other. My mother said that the most exciting moment for her was when she helped me take off my underwear and my hard, throbbing penis was exposed. I said that the most ecstatic moment of my life was when I helped my mother take off her bra and her two mounds of white flesh trembled up and down. And three times a day, our genitals were tightly intertwined. Three ejaculations a day are nothing for an 18-year-old boy, because I had also masturbated three times a day before. But my mother was only 41, the age when she was most sexually active. The intense sexual desires of two people of such mismatched ages were practically a match made in heaven.

Just as we were enjoying this passionate bliss, my mother's period started, and we took a day off. We still slept together, embracing but not having intercourse. However, by the next day, I couldn't control myself. Without a vagina to penetrate, I could only sigh. Later, I had my mother lie face down, and I knelt behind her, my penis thrusting in and out of her soft buttocks. As I excitedly thrust, my mother suddenly struggled, lifting her buttocks and shouting: "Quick! Put it in!" Seeing my hesitation, she shouted again: "Hurry! Put it in!" I had no choice but to thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, which finally calmed her down.

Thinking of the engorgement in her vagina, I asked with a heavy heart: "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me? Who told you to tease me like this? Who can stand this?!" This was the first time I'd ever had sex with my mother from behind. Unexpectedly, the way her plump buttocks pressed against me aroused me more than ever before. I silently savored this unparalleled pleasure. Fifteen minutes later, I slowly ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, continuing until the last drop was expelled, before we finally collapsed together again.

The next morning, I wanted to repeat the act, but my mother firmly refused. She said, "This won't do. How about this…" In a conciliatory tone, she said, "You're young now, your libido is high, you won't stop for at least two or three months. But my little pussy can't take it. If this continues, I'll make it inflamed. If you love me, cherish me, then listen to me. Since you think about having sex every day, there's a ready-made one available…"
Hearing this, I asked, puzzled, "Who is it?" "Mom, tell me quickly." "Your grandmother." "Grandma?" "Mom, don't be ridiculous! How old is Grandma? Can she even handle it?" Mom said: "Your maternal grandmother gave birth to me when she was 19, and she's 60 this year. But she doesn't look old yet. Your maternal grandfather passed away when he was 45. Later I heard that she and your second uncle... let's not talk about such shameful things. I think she still misses me. Grandma doted on me when I was little, so if Grandma is willing, Mom, please, invite her over today so I can show my filial piety. Look at you, you little pervert, be careful not to upset Grandma's stomach."

During work hours, all I could think about was Grandma. When I was little, Grandma often held me while I slept. She loved playing with my little brother, and once she even said she'd use me when I grew up, but I didn't understand things then. My strongest impression of Grandma was her scarlet, luscious, full, and passionate lips, which appeared bright red against her pale face. I think I must kiss her enough this time we meet. Secondly, I want to see Grandma's breasts. When I was ten, I often buried my head in her breasts, my cheeks pressed against their fleshy sides, inhaling their alluring scent. This time, I wanted to hold those two purple grapes in my mouth for a long time.

I went home at noon, and Mom was cooking. Mom said Grandma had arrived and was getting dressed in her room upstairs after taking a bath. I excitedly rushed upstairs, and Grandma was admiring her figure in the mirror. As soon as she saw me, she cried out happily. We hugged each other tightly. I lowered my head and quickly took Grandma's bright red, fleshy lower lip into my mouth. Then, Grandma opened her mouth, and I took her tongue in mine. We kissed deeply for a full ten minutes, until Grandma was almost limp, before I finally laid her down on the bed.

Grandma was wearing loose-fitting blue and white floral underwear, which made her legs look even whiter and more delicate. Her short, floral-patterned blouse tightly hugged her large breasts. I quickly unbuttoned her clothes, and her breasts burst out with a "plop." I frantically cupped them, squeezing, kneading, and kissing them, wanting to swallow those two purple grapes whole. "What kind of tricks are you two playing?" Mom came in and shooed us down to eat. At the table, Grandma looked at Mom and me and laughed, then asked Mom, "How many times a day?" Mom said, "Two or three times." Grandma said, "The number of times isn't the main thing. The most important thing is that every time we do it, the man must be naturally erect." In other words, as long as the man desires it and his penis is naturally erect, then sex won't harm his body. She said Grandpa passed away young at 45 because he tried to get an erection when his penis was flaccid, which caused him a lot of harm. She told my mom to keep an eye on me and not let me overdo it.

They're still going strong, and I can't stop them even if I wanted to. Boys this age are so energetic; it looks like it'll take another month or two. Grandma chimed in, "That's true." I… oh… I'd better not say anything. I knew she almost let slip about her incestuous relationship with my second uncle. But right now, all I wanted was Grandma's pussy. "Grandma, let's go upstairs," I pleaded. Mom said, "You can't hide an earthworm in a chicken coop, so let's go, Mom. Treat our darling well." She added, "Mom, the sesame oil is on the bedside table."

Upstairs, Grandma helped me undress first, and I helped Grandma undress. Then, Grandma willingly lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her old pussy completely. Ah! Grandma's vulva was different from Mom's. Mom's vulva had a lot of hair above it, while Grandma's was much sparser. Because of this, Grandma's pussy looked even more fleshy and cute. I cupped Grandma's lips and kissed them lewdly for a long time before starting to fuck her. But Grandma's old vagina was a little dry; after a while, only the head of my penis went in. Grandma sighed, "I'm really old. I can't get any wet anymore. I wanted to try without oil, but it seems that won't work." Grandma pointed to the sesame oil on the bedside table and asked me to lubricate her vagina. I took a pillow and raised her buttocks, then smeared the sesame oil on Grandma's vaginal opening, and even inserted my fingers a little. Grandma said it felt so good! She wanted me to thrust a few more times. I was happy to do so, thrusting until Grandma wanted it.

I pounced on Grandma, my erect penis thrusting into Grandma's old vagina, and with a soft "plop," it went in! The feeling was no different from inserting into my mother's wet vagina. Grandma's raised vagina made it easier for me to penetrate to the hilt. After a few thrusts, I asked, "Grandma, do you feel anything?" "Yes," Grandma said. After a while, my excitement surged. Grandma said emotionally, "My darling grandson, Grandma's going to make you feel good!" As she spoke, her vaginal walls began to contract rhythmically. I felt so good and said, "Grandma, that's a great move!" Grandma didn't say anything, but continued to contract and relax...

Later, the contractions and relaxations of Grandma's vagina became faster and faster, until finally, my pleasure reached its peak. Ah! A stream of semen shot into Grandma's vagina! Grandma and grandson hugged tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time. After resting for half an hour, I had to go to work. Before leaving, Mom asked if it went smoothly, and I said it went very smoothly. She asked if there was any difference, and I said each had its own merits. She also asked if I used oil, and I said I was using it temporarily. Mom laughed and said, "Let's see if you can go without it in the end." I hugged Mom, touched her breasts, and kissed her before happily going to work.

When I came home from work the next day at noon, my grandmother was taking a bath. Hearing me enter, she immediately called me in, saying she wanted me to scrub her back. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my clothes and went in. My grandmother, naked, sat in the large wooden tub, looking like a white mountain of flesh. I rushed in, quickly scrubbed her back a few times, and then restlessly pinched her breasts and nipples. Then I washed myself, lathered myself with soap, and the two of us, slippery and wet, clung to each other—it was incredibly exciting! I wanted to fuck my grandmother's cunt several times, but it wasn't convenient in the bathroom.

I asked her to stick her butt out, and she cooperated, immediately bracing herself on the edge of the tub with both hands, sticking her plump buttocks high. My grandmother's buttocks were especially large and fleshy. I thrust my penis in from behind, but strangely, her cunt seemed very tight at that moment. After a few thrusts, only the head of my penis entered. With another thrust, the outer edge of her fleshy cunt rubbed against my foreskin, making me almost ejaculate. Luckily, I pulled out quickly. I inserted it again, and the same thing happened, but this time it went in a little deeper. This was repeated five times before my penis was fully inserted, but I was already so aroused I was about to ejaculate.

"Grandma, your vagina is so tight, just like a virgin's," I said. "Have you ever been with a virgin?" "Not yet." "But I guess a virgin's vagina is probably like this?" "Poor child, you haven't played with a virgin yet, but it's okay, you will." Grandma laughed as she spoke. "What you just fucked wasn't Grandma's vagina, it was her asshole!" "Ah, so I went through the back door." "The back door tastes even better, Grandma should let me in more often!" Pressing against Grandma's plump buttocks, I even freed my hand to touch Grandma's breasts. Those breasts were so soft and loose, it felt like they were about to spill out when I held them in my hands. Perhaps stimulated by touching her breasts, Grandma began to contract rhythmically, wave after wave, until finally, her extreme lust erupted uncontrollably, and a stream of semen shot into her 60-year-old grandmother's full body.

Mom, watching us from the open bathroom door, couldn't help but laugh. Later, she even asked if I'd gotten the inspiration from dogs mating.

Grandma and I played like this for five days straight. On the sixth day, Grandma suggested we try without sesame oil. I felt her vagina was starting to secrete fluid. We did it one last time without oil; because Grandma was less lubricated, her vagina was tight, and the pleasure was unique. We clung together for a long time, reluctant to separate. Grandma and I were both very happy, and Mom said it was a miracle created by love. Grandma said, "Good grandson, you've made my old cunt feel so good, you've done your filial duty. Your mother's period is over, taking care of her is the priority." We agreed that next time Mother had her period, we, grandma and grandson, would definitely have another round of intense lovemaking.

Finally, Grandma returned home, her body still moistened by her grandson's semen, awaiting my next call to fulfill my filial duties. My dear mother and I, meanwhile, resumed our usual wild ways…

My hometown is a remote village in a small mountainous county in southern China. My mother and I lived in a small Western-style house on the edge of the village, built with money sent by my grandfather after he went to the Philippines for business. When I was 15, my father went to Hong Kong through my grandfather's connections, and later moved to the Philippines. Unfortunately, before he could bring my mother with him, he tragically died far from home. For my sake, my mother decided to remain a widow, because she couldn't bear to leave me and that lovely little house.

Our house was nestled in a small valley on the edge of the village, surrounded by lush green trees on three sides, with a rice paddy in front—quite tranquil. The house was only two and a half stories high, with a total of five rooms. With the remittances my grandfather sent from time to time, my mother and I lived a life that was the envy of many at the time.

I could have lived an ordinary life: being filial to my mother, getting married, having children, and continuing the family line. But when I turned 18, a casual remark from a coworker triggered a decade-long incestuous relationship between my mother and me. That was a golden period of tender, sweet, and intimate life with my biological mother, a life that was both mother and wife.

My grades in primary and secondary school were quite good, but when I graduated from high school at 18, due to my family's connections overseas, and more importantly, because my mother wasn't good at ingratiating herself with certain people, I wasn't selected for university. So I had to return to my hometown and work as a bookkeeper at the village rice mill.

One afternoon after work, as I was packing up to go home, the mechanic, Ah Fa, mysteriously approached and pointed behind the rice miller, Ah Lun, saying, "Do you know why that guy's rushing back home?" I said I didn't know. "Going home to ride his mom!" Ah Fa said mysteriously. At first, I didn't understand what he meant, so I said, "Who rides a horse these days?" He said, "You misheard, he's going home to ride his mother." I immediately realized what he meant and quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not true." If it were true, wouldn't that be incest between mother and son? If it got out, it would cause a huge scandal. Afa started to get scared and quickly begged me to keep it a secret.

But then he said it was absolutely true; Alan had told him himself because they were incredibly close. Afa said he couldn't help but tell, but only to me, and I had to swear not to tell anyone else. Of course, I agreed. Afa, in high spirits, said he would take me to see Alan and his mother in person. Luckily, I wasn't busy that day, so we quickly hurried over. After walking for a while, we were not far from Alan when we saw him return to the small shop his mother ran. As soon as Afa went inside, his mother quickly came to greet him, and the two embraced affectionately before going into the inner room.

The mother appeared to be in her early forties, plump and fair-skinned, with a kind face and gentle features. She didn't seem like a promiscuous woman, but her high breasts and slightly upturned buttocks suggested a strong sex drive. With Alan with her, it was inevitable that things would escalate, and incest between mother and son would likely be a natural progression. However, we didn't see anything else, and could only guess that the mother and son were probably already in bed making love. Later, we went home.

Back home, I was deeply shaken. Alan's mother was a widow, and Alan was very filial to her. I couldn't believe they would commit such a shameful act. But then I thought, if Alan's father were still alive, incest would certainly be harmful to him, but now that his father is gone, what they're doing doesn't really affect anyone else. If they both want it and are happy, why not?

Suddenly, I thought of myself. Wasn't my mother a widow like Alan's mother? Why can't we do the same thing? Besides, my mother looks younger and prettier than Alan's mother. I've heard that young and beautiful women have a particularly strong sex drive. Why hadn't I noticed this before?

Actually, I've had feelings for my mother since I was 14, and I've always fantasized about having incestuous relations with her. I only suppressed my sexual fantasies because of morality. Now I truly believe that we could have that kind of relationship, because my father is gone, and my mother doesn't want to remarry. Of course, I also know that my mother is a very traditional woman, and she probably wouldn't agree to this.

However, once my desire to commit incest with my own mother was aroused, it was difficult to quell. So I decided I should give it a try. The problem was, what method should I use? Fortunately, I quickly came up with a plan. I have a habit of keeping a diary. My diary is not kept very securely, and my mother can occasionally see it. I will use some trickery in my diary.

So, that night, I wrote in my diary a story adapted from a popular online novel: Today I secretly saw this story in a popular online novel that my colleague bought. It was about a scholar named Bai during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty. Although he was very filial to his mother, he always felt that something was not enough. One day he finally realized that his mother had been widowed for many years, spending her days alone in an empty room, wasting her youth, and was in great pain. He felt that his filial piety towards his mother was not true filial piety, and he needed to take more profound actions. Finally, one night, he went to his mother's bed...

From then on, the mother and son had passionate nights and daily lovemaking, full of warmth and happiness. The true love between the mother and son moved the heavens, and Bai passed the imperial examination with top honors. Faced with the emperor's bestowal of marriage, Bai politely declined, saying he already had a wife at home. He then brought his mother to the capital, presenting her as his wife to the outside world. Upon meeting, the first thing mother and son did was shut themselves in their room and indulge in passionate lovemaking for three days and three nights before finally getting out of bed. From then on, they made love every night without fail. Years later, his colleagues, seeing that Bai's wife (actually his mother) couldn't conceive, advised him to take a concubine, but Bai resolutely refused. It wasn't until his mother was over fifty that Bai finally took a concubine. Even so, Bai would seize any opportunity to rekindle his old flame with his mother, indulging in unrestrained lovemaking, especially during the concubine's menstrual periods. Their warm and romantic lives composed a deeply moving love song between mother and son.

After reading this story, I felt deeply ashamed. While I am considered filial to my mother, I am a far cry from the true filial piety of the scholar Bai. Humans are not animals; simply having food and sleep is not enough. Moreover, even animals experience estrus and mating; how can humans be so devoid of passion? My mother has been widowed for many years, spending every night alone in her empty room. I should be able to imagine her pain, yet I cannot show her the deep filial piety I deserve, not even by sleeping with her for a night to ease her loneliness. Am I even human, so selfish? Am I even comparable to those beasts of flesh?

I am 18, long past sexual maturity. Seeing girls often evokes fantasies; I yearn to hold one in my arms and have sex with her freely. But I'm not yet 24 or 25; how can I get married? I think of women's bodies day and night, suffering from this constant pent-up desire. Every day, I can only release my precious semen through masturbation, wasting it all, unable to give even a single drop to my mother who needs it most. On the surface, I'm acting in accordance with morality, but in reality, morality is harming two innocent bodies. It's time; I should bravely take the first step. But my mother is a traditional woman. Even in broad daylight, Aunt Li from the village entrance often wears floral shorts, walking in and out of the yard, her full, white thighs exposed, making me steal glances at her every time. But my mother doesn't even show me her calves at home. Would she understand my filial piety and my predicament? I don't know. I'm so miserable!!!

The diary is finished, how can I know if my mother has read it? This is naturally not difficult for me. Should I put a hair on this page? No, if my mother doesn't blow it away and it remains, then all my efforts will be wasted. I chose to put a tiny bit of cotton thread, tucking it at the very edge of this page. As long as my mother opens this page, even the lightest breath will be enough to blow it away. Having made my arrangements, I went to work the next day with peace of mind.

When I got home from work in the afternoon, the first thing I did was check the diary. To my great joy, the thin cotton thread was gone, truly gone! And when I entered the house, my mother smiled at me, something she had never done before. She saw my diary, and surprisingly, she wasn't angry! I succeeded!

But what I found regrettable was that my mother hadn't shown me a single inch of skin. Was she unwilling, or was she embarrassed? I'd have to wait and see. Luckily, before going to bed that night, a sign appeared. My mother went into her room first, then came out again and asked me if the door was locked. I looked and was horrified: my mother was wearing a pair of floral shorts that rural women often wore, pink with a few small white flowers scattered throughout. Above the shorts, at the opening of her bra, I could see my mother's slightly concave, delicate, and sexy navel, with a slightly protruding belly in the middle, and below, two snow-white, full thighs, emitting a soft and alluring white glow. My head went blank, and I almost fainted. I really wanted to rush over and hug my mother's legs, but my legs were too weak, let alone the courage.

For the next hour, I don't even know how I got through it; my mind was filled with those snow-white thighs. Later, I managed to calm down and decided to act that night. I didn't sleep, because of course I couldn't. At midnight, I suddenly let out several terrifying screams: "Ah, ah, help!" My mother heard the noise and immediately rushed into my room, hugging me tightly and anxiously asking what was wrong. I gave her the prepared answer: "I had a nightmare!" Mom said: "Honey, tell Mom quickly, what did you dream about?" "I dreamed that Dad was chasing and hitting me, he was so fierce, so fierce." I was terrified. "No way, you're a good child. Dad in heaven wouldn't not know. He's so grateful to you, how could he hit you? Dad keeps scolding me for being unfilial." After hearing all this, I figured Mom understood my intention.

So she said: "He's wrong to say you're unfilial. We have plenty to eat and wear, I've never suffered anything. You're always obedient, Mom has never felt troubled. Could there be anything you haven't done well enough?" "No way." At this moment, my mother's full thighs were completely intertwined with mine, and her two high breasts completely enveloped my bare arm. Even through the thin layer of cloth, I could feel their softness. Her lips were so close to mine that I could feel their warmth and fragrance. The urgency of my desire was beyond description.

But I was still able to calmly continue: "Dad scolded me for not persuading you... persuading you... leaving you alone in an empty house." "Don't talk nonsense," my mother seemed a little angry. "Persuading me of what? Persuading me to remarry? I won't remarry not only for you, but also for the continuation of our Lin family line. This is something I am very willing to do." She then spoke in a gentle tone, "Besides, who said I'm alone in an empty house? Don't we still have you, our precious son, in this house? With you, Mom is satisfied in this life! Satisfied!"

I knew the time had come, so I boldly said, "Mom, from now on, I'll stay with you every night, okay?" My mother became very excited, and she kissed my cheek affectionately. No, it's me who should be with you, my child! You've been all alone since you were little, without a father, how pitiful! If your mother doesn't stay with you, who will? From now on, we'll never be separated, okay? Okay! Then sleep well. It's getting late. Mom said, turning to lie down on her side, holding me tightly, and continuing to kiss my cheek.

Soon, our lips were touching. The womanly fragrance of Mom's breath hit my nose, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I opened my mouth and kissed her back. Our tongues intertwined, and the blissful moment lasted at least ten minutes! After a while, I started to get restless. My hands kept squeezing Mom's breasts, and occasionally slipped down to her soft belly, almost touching her mons pubis. I became very agitated, in a state of wanting to make love but unable to.

"Mom, I feel terrible, I feel so terrible! Mom, Mom, I can't take it anymore!" "My dear son, Mom knows you're in pain, you're all grown up now." My mother hugged me tightly and said tenderly, "Come on, it's time. My dear son, Mom will take you to a happy place." As she spoke, she took off her shorts and underwear first, and her two white, warm breasts immediately burst out. I immediately put my mouth on them, and she helped me take off my shirt and underwear. Now, the mother and son were naked and pressed together. "

My dear son, come on, climb on top of me. Climb on top of Mom, and Mom will teach you." At this moment, I, who had been suffering from lust, suddenly cheered from the bottom of my heart: I can finally go home and ride Mom! Climb on top, yes, like this. Mom adjusted our position, so that my arms were around her neck, my chest was pressed against her breasts, and my lower body was aligned with the juncture of her legs. When we were both comfortable, she reached out and grabbed my penis. Her hands were so plump and delicate; I simply couldn't describe the pleasure I felt, but the most exciting part was yet to come. "

My dear son," Mom said tenderly, "I can't believe your little darling has grown so big. Do you want a woman?" "Yes!" "Do you want Mom?" "I want her so badly!" "What do you want to do?" "I don't know, I just want... I want a hole to be inserted into." "My dear son, do you know? Mom has a hole down there, all wet. Mom will let your little darling in. Once it's in, it'll cool you down, even the hardest thing will soften, and then you won't feel uncomfortable." "Yes, right here, let Mom guide your little darling in." "Come on, that's right, push in harder, that's right, good, in!" As soon as Mom let go, my penis slid in completely, because Mom's vagina was already soaking wet, with no resistance whatsoever.

Thank you, my lovely mother, for letting her 18-year-old son, my big penis, penetrate her alluring vagina. This insertion turned me from a virgin into a man. This penetration transported me back to the place that nurtured me 18 years ago. This penetration bound a mother and son together intimately through their genitals. This penetration made me, a young boy experiencing the pleasures of a woman for the first time, forever haunted by my mother's sweet, fleshy vagina, my longing never waning.

My penis is already inside my mother's tender vagina. I wonder what it feels like inside: hot, wet, and soft, sometimes contracting, sometimes tightening, sometimes slippery—an indescribable, heavenly pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure!! Is this what they call riding mom? If so, there is absolutely nothing in the world more pleasurable than this.

My lust ran rampant like a wild horse: my hands caressed my mother's beautiful hair and neck, my tongue swirled in her mouth, my belly rubbed against her soft abdomen, and my penis thrust unrestrainedly into her warm, tender vagina, enjoying the rhythmic massage and immersion of her sweet cunt… On one hand,

I wished our sex organs could remain forever intertwined, yet on the other hand, I felt the urge to ejaculate too quickly. I started masturbating earlier this year, and each ejaculation brought pleasure, but now I couldn't control the urge to ejaculate even at the beginning, as if only by ejaculating quickly could I release all my desire. I started moaning, moaning loudly in my mother's arms. Mom knew I was about to explode. "

Sweetie, if you want to ejaculate, just ejaculate, ejaculate it all, my son. Boys are quick the first time, you can't relieve the fire if you don't finish quickly." While Mom was speaking, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues intertwined once more. I couldn't hold back any longer, and after a series of increasingly intense thrusts, my hot semen shot into the womb of my dear mother, who had nurtured me! For me, a virgin, the pleasure of ejaculation was the most beautiful enjoyment in the world!

Mom! A few minutes later I said, "Mom, you're right, my penis is soft. Mom's vagina is so good, so beautiful, it really helps me relieve my desire." Yes, a woman's most valuable thing is inside. No matter how hard a man's thing is, it will soften after a while, otherwise, the man will feel restless. Yes, I usually think about women... which woman? I think about Mom... ever since I saw your legs, I've been thinking about Mom! That's understandable. But I'm your mother, how can you think like that? I love Mom, do you know what I think about every day? I want to ride Mom for the rest of my life, to be filial to Mom for the rest of my life. I dare not say for the rest of my life, you still need to get married and carry on the family line. After you get married, you still need to ride your mother.

As we were talking, Mom suddenly cried out, "Oh no! I can't take it anymore! I'm in pain now!" She abruptly sat up, saying, "Baby, lie flat, let me fuck you." With that, she rolled over and straddled me. She spread her legs wide, her large, wet cunt, dripping with my semen, rubbing against my limp penis. She let her breasts hang down, bringing them to my mouth. I played with one nipple with one hand and sucked on the other. Under her ministrations, my penis, hard and erect, was fully inserted into her cunt. She moved faster and faster, and I thrust my penis upwards to match her movements. When I ejaculated my hot semen into her cunt again, suddenly, she let out a sound I had never heard before, like the howl of a she-wolf in heat. I later learned that this was a woman's moaning during orgasm, but my mother's orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than I had imagined.

I don't know how long it lasted before Mom slowed down, her body limp on top of me. I was satisfied, and Mom was satisfied too. At that moment, we felt like we were floating in the air, so beautiful! We were too lazy to clean up the semen from our genitals, letting it drip onto the large bath towel Mom had prepared beforehand. Then, mother and son, naked, embraced and drifted off to sleep in a vortex of happiness.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. My penis was hard as iron again, and I rolled over and lay on top of my mother, wanting to have sex with her again, but Mom wouldn't allow it. She said I had ejaculated too intensely the first time, and wanting to do it again in less than six hours was bad for my health; I had to wait until evening. Reluctantly, I gave up.
But I couldn't work at all that morning. My lower body was incredibly aroused, and all I could think about was having sex with my mother. During my lunch break, I jogged home, eager to get back and ride with my mom. But when I got home, I was terribly disappointed. Mom wasn't there. There was a note on the table saying she'd taken chicken to Grandma. She told me to eat the old hen's chicken by myself. I wanted the chicken, but seeing Mom was more important. But she wasn't there, and I was so anxious.

When I got home in the evening, Mom was back. I was so happy I almost cried out. She opened the door, and as soon as she locked it, I rushed over and hugged her, kissing her passionately and pulling at her belt. Mom yelled in fright, "Are you crazy?! What are you doing in broad daylight?!" "Mom, I can't take it anymore! Play with me for a while!" "Quick! Are you crazy?! We're at the door!" I was really crazy. I couldn't control myself. I ripped off my own pants, then my mother's long pants, then her shorts, and then pinned her to the floor by the door.

My mother had no choice but to give in to me, stopping her screams and even spreading her legs to allow my penis to easily penetrate her vagina. A few minutes later, I gradually came to my senses from my frenzied state. "I'm sorry, Mom. Poor child, you miss your mother that much? Are you feeling better?" "Okay, take Mom to bed, let Mom play with you." I quickly carried Mom into the inner room, placed her on the bed, stripped off all her clothes, and began sucking her breasts fiercely while launching a vigorous assault. After more than a hundred thrusts, my mother reached her climax, and she began to howl. Her cries stimulated my lust, and finally, Mom and I ejaculated simultaneously.

After dinner, the mother and son sat together watching TV. My hands roamed freely between Mom's thighs, breasts, lower abdomen, and plump buttocks, caressing her to my heart's content. As for what was being shown on the screen, I wasn't interested at all. Later, the mother and son simply took off all their clothes. I hugged Mom from behind, pressing her full buttocks tightly against my chest. Later, my penis naturally entered Mom's vagina. Mom's undulating buttocks brought me immense pleasure, but we continued to penetrate slowly to avoid me ejaculating. Around ten o'clock, after watching TV, we both went to bed.

This time, we agreed to a less passionate sexual encounter. I wanted to first appreciate my mother's body. I laid her flat on the bed, admiring her full, fair body: her beautiful, high breasts, her slightly protruding belly, her lush, jade-like vulva, her snow-white, fleshy legs… Then, I began to kiss her: starting with her head, I had her close her eyes so I could kiss them, then her nose, and then her ears. My mother said that kissing her ears felt the best, and she wanted me to kiss them for ten minutes or so, followed by her mouth. My mother wouldn't open her mouth, so I had to hold her upturned lower lip in my mouth, which tasted quite good. After that, I kissed her from her neck to her breasts to her belly to her navel. Soon below her navel was her mons pubis, which was white and plump like a freshly steamed bun.

When I was kissing her with particular enthusiasm, my mother suddenly cried out, "No, you're going to tickle me to death! Get on top of me!!" I immediately climbed onto my mother's body. "Put it in!" Mom started trembling with excitement. As soon as my penis entered Mom's vagina, she stopped trembling. So we took our time, slowly fucking her for a full half hour before we started thrusting quickly and passionately. The inner walls of Mom's plump vagina began to contract, tightening in waves, as if squeezing out my semen. By this time, I didn't have much semen left, but my penis was throbbing rhythmically inside Mom's vagina. Finally, amidst Mom's wolf-like howls, our sex life ended perfectly!

But what I never expected was that my 60-year-old, sensual grandmother would also sleep with me, and be incredibly lewd and wild.

Here's what happened: For the next seven or eight days, we slept naked together every night. Whenever we got into bed, we would take off each other's clothes. My mother said that the most exciting moment for her was when she helped me take off my underwear and my hard, throbbing penis was exposed. I said that every time I helped my mother take off her underwear, the sight of those two mounds of white flesh trembling up and down was the most ecstatic moment of my life. Three times a day, our genitals were tightly intertwined. Three ejaculations a day weren't a big deal for an 18-year-old boy, as I had previously masturbated three times a day. My mother was only 41, in the prime of her sexual life. The intense sexual desire of two people of such mismatched ages was practically a match made in heaven.

Just as we were enjoying this passionate sexual bliss, my mother's period started, and we took a day off. We still slept together, only embracing without intercourse. However, by the next day, I couldn't control myself. Without a vagina, I could only sigh. Later, I had my mother lie face down, and I lay behind her, my penis thrusting in and out of her soft buttocks. While I was excitedly thrusting, my mother suddenly struggled, raising her buttocks and shouting: "Hurry! Hurry up and put it in!" Seeing that I was still hesitating, my mother shouted again: "Hurry up!" "Hurry up and put it in!" I had no choice but to thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, which finally calmed her down.

Thinking of the engorged look in her vagina, I asked reluctantly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me in? Who told you to tease me like this? Who can stand this?!" It was my first time having sex with my mother from behind, and unexpectedly, the collision of her plump buttocks aroused me more than ever before. I silently savored this unparalleled pleasure. Fifteen minutes later, I slowly ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, until the last drop was expelled, and then we collapsed together again.

The next morning, I wanted to repeat the act, but my mother firmly refused. She said, "This won't do. How about this…" She spoke in a pleading tone, "You're young now, your libido is high, you won't calm down for at least two or three months. But my vagina can't take it. If this continues, I'll make you inflamed. You have to love me, cherish me, so listen to me." Since you're always thinking about fucking, there's a cunt here that's all free...
I asked, puzzled, "Who is it?" "Mom, tell me quickly." "Your grandma." "Grandma?" "Mom, don't joke around, how old is Grandma? Is she even capable?" Mom said, "Your grandma gave birth to me when she was 19, she's 60 this year. But she doesn't look old yet. Your grandpa passed away when he was 45. Later I heard that she and your second uncle... let's not talk about such shameful things. I think she still really wants to." Grandma doted on me when I was little, so if Grandma is willing, Mom, please, invite her over today, so I can show my filial piety. Look at you, you little pervert, be careful not to upset Grandma's stomach.

During work hours, all I can think about is Grandma. When I was little, Grandma often held me while I slept. Grandma loved playing with my little brother, and once she even said that when I grew up she would use me for a time, but unfortunately I didn't understand things back then. My strongest impression of my grandmother was her bright red, luscious, full, and passionate lips, which appeared even more alluring against her pale complexion. I wanted to kiss her deeply the first thing upon seeing her. Next, I wanted to kiss her breasts. When I was ten, I often buried my face in her breasts, my cheeks pressed against their fleshy sides, inhaling their enticing scent. This time, I wanted to hold those two purple grapes in my mouth for a long, long time.

At noon, I went home. My mother was cooking. She said my grandmother had arrived and was getting dressed in her room upstairs after her bath. I excitedly rushed upstairs. My grandmother was admiring her figure in the mirror. As soon as she saw me, she cried out with joy. We hugged each other tightly. I lowered my head and quickly took her bright red, fleshy lower lip into my mouth. Then, she opened her mouth, and I took her tongue in mine. We kissed deeply for a full ten minutes, until she was almost limp, before I finally laid her down on the bed.

Grandma was wearing loose-fitting blue and white floral underwear, which made her legs look even whiter and more delicate. Her short, floral-patterned blouse tightly hugged her large breasts. I quickly unbuttoned it, and her breasts burst out with a "plop." I frantically cupped them, squeezing, kneading, and kissing them, wanting to swallow those two purple grapes whole. "What are you two doing?" Mom came in and shooed us down to eat. At the table, Grandma looked at Mom and me, laughing, and then asked Mom, "How many times a day?" Mom said, "Two or three times." Grandma said, "The number of times isn't important. The most important thing is that every time we do it, the man must be naturally erect." In other words, as long as the man desires it and his penis is naturally erect, then sex won't harm his body. She said Grandpa died young at 45 because he tried to get an erection when his penis was flaccid, which caused him great harm. She told my mom to keep an eye on me and not let me overdo it.

We're still in the heat of the moment; I can't stop now. "This boy is already so vigorous for his age; it seems he won't be able to keep it up for another month or two." Grandma chimed in, "That's true." I... oh... I'd better not say anything. I knew she almost let slip about her incestuous relationship with my second uncle. But what I wanted right now was Grandma's pussy. "Grandma, let's go upstairs," I pleaded. Mom said, "You can't hide earthworms in a chicken coop, so let's go, Mom. Treat our darling well." She added, "Mom, the sesame oil is on the bedside table.

" Upstairs, Grandma helped me undress first, and I helped Grandma undress. Then, Grandma willingly lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her old pussy completely. Ah! Grandma's vulva was different from Mom's. Mom's vulva had a lot of hair above it, while Grandma's was much sparser. Because of this, Grandma's pussy looked even more fleshy and cute. I cupped Grandma's lips and kissed them lewdly for a long time before I started fucking her. Grandma's old vagina was a bit dry; after a while, only the head of my penis went in. Grandma sighed, "I'm really old. I can't get any wet anymore. I wanted to try without oil, but it seems that won't work." Grandma pointed to the sesame oil on the bedside table and asked me to lubricate her vagina. I took a pillow to elevate her buttocks, then smeared the sesame oil on Grandma's vaginal opening, and even inserted my finger a little. Grandma said it felt so good! She wanted me to thrust a few more times. I was happy to do so, and I thrust until Grandma wanted it.

I pounced on Grandma, thrusting my penis into Grandma's old vagina, and with a "plop," it went in! The feeling was no different from inserting into Mom's wet vagina. Grandma's elevated vagina made it easier for me to insert it all the way in. After a few thrusts, I asked, "Grandma, do you feel anything?" "Yes," Grandma said. After thrusting for a while, my excitement grew wave after wave. Grandma said emotionally, "My darling grandson, Grandma's going to make you feel good!" As she spoke, her vaginal walls began to contract rhythmically. I felt so good and said, "Grandma, that's amazing!" Grandma didn't say anything, but continued to contract and relax...

Later, the contractions and relaxations of Grandma's vagina became faster and faster, until finally, my pleasure reached its peak, and finally, ah! A stream of semen shot straight into Grandma's vagina! Grandma and grandson hugged tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time. After resting for half an hour, I had to go to work. Before leaving, Mom asked if it went smoothly, and I said it went very smoothly. She asked if there was any difference, and I said each had its own merits. She also asked if I used oil, and I said I was using it temporarily. Mom smiled and said, "Let's see if it works out in the end." I hugged Mom, touched her breasts, and kissed her before happily going to work.

When I came home from work the next day at noon, my grandmother was taking a bath. Hearing me enter, she immediately called me in, saying she wanted me to scrub her back. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my clothes and went in. My grandmother, naked, sat in the large wooden tub, looking like a white mountain of flesh. I rushed in, quickly scrubbed her back a few times, and then restlessly pinched her breasts and nipples. Then I washed myself, lathered myself with soap, and the two of us, slippery and wet, clung to each other—it was incredibly exciting! I wanted to fuck my grandmother's cunt several times, but it wasn't convenient in the bathroom.

I asked her to stick her butt out, and she cooperated, immediately bracing herself on the edge of the tub with both hands, sticking her plump buttocks high. My grandmother's buttocks were especially large and fleshy. I thrust my penis in from behind, but strangely, her cunt seemed very tight at that moment. After a few thrusts, only the head of my penis entered. With another thrust, the outer edge of her fleshy cunt rubbed against my foreskin, making me almost ejaculate. Luckily, I pulled out quickly. I inserted it again, and the same thing happened, but this time it went in a little deeper. This was repeated five times before my penis was fully inserted, but I was already so aroused I was about to ejaculate.

"Grandma, your vagina is so tight, just like a virgin's," I said. "Have you ever been with a virgin?" "Not yet." "But I guess a virgin's vagina is probably like this?" "Poor child, you haven't played with a virgin yet, but it's okay, you will." Grandma laughed as she spoke. "What you just fucked wasn't Grandma's vagina, it was her asshole!" "Ah, so I went through the back door." "The back door tastes even better, Grandma should let me in more often!" Pressing against Grandma's plump buttocks, I even freed my hand to touch Grandma's breasts. Those breasts were so soft and loose, it felt like they were about to spill out when I held them in my hands. Perhaps stimulated by touching her breasts, Grandma began to contract rhythmically, wave after wave, until finally, her extreme lust erupted uncontrollably, and a stream of semen shot into her 60-year-old grandmother's full body.

Mom, watching us from the open bathroom door, couldn't help but laugh. Later, she even asked if I'd gotten the inspiration from dogs mating.

Grandma and I played like this for five days straight. On the sixth day, Grandma suggested we try without sesame oil. I felt her vagina was starting to secrete fluid. We did it one last time without oil; because Grandma was less lubricated, her vagina was tight, and the pleasure was unique. We clung together for a long time, reluctant to separate. Grandma and I were both very happy, and Mom said it was a miracle created by love. Grandma said, "Good grandson, you've made my old cunt feel so good, you've done your filial duty. Your mother's period is over, taking care of her is the priority." We agreed that next time Mother had her period, we, grandma and grandson, would definitely have another round of intense lovemaking.

Finally, Grandma went home, her body still moistened by her grandson's semen, awaiting my next call to show filial piety. Meanwhile, my dear mother and I resumed our usual wild ways…

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