My true experience of incestuous mother swapping

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I'm from Wuhan, my surname is Wang, and I'm thirty years old this year. My mother's surname is Liu, a very common surname. When I was ten years old, my father had an affair, and my parents' marriage ended. I was awarded to my mother by the court; she was only thirty-seven years old that year. From then on, my mother and I depended on each other for survival. In the early 1990s in China, the living standards of ordinary people were generally low. My mother supported the family with a monthly salary of less than 1,000 yuan and the 50 yuan my irresponsible father gave me each month for living expenses. We started with just a black and white television, and later we had a telephone, air conditioner, color TV, and refrigerator. I must say, my mother was very strong and capable. While working hard, she never forgot to take care of my daily life and show me warmth and care. From that time on, I vowed that when I grew up, I would take good care of my mother.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. My mother has gone from a beautiful, vibrant young wife to a middle-aged woman with graying temples. But in my eyes, she remains the most beautiful and best woman in the world. She has given everything for me and for this family. Under her loving care, I have grown from a naive boy into a tall and handsome young man. Because of her strict upbringing, I developed good habits and successfully gained admission to a well-known university after graduating from high school. Through my own efforts, I also obtained a professional certificate as a mechanical and electrical engineer with excellent grades. After graduation, I successfully entered the largest state-owned enterprise in China: Wuhan Iron and Steel Group Corporation (Wuhan Steel Group Corporation, the largest state-owned steel enterprise in China). Within a year of joining the factory, my familiarity with the electromechanical equipment and my professional knowledge impressed the factory leaders, who, for the first time ever, allowed me to participate in the training and examination for senior engineers (it takes at least six years to advance from junior to senior, with upgrades every three years; from junior to intermediate, three years later, intermediate to senior). I did not disappoint the factory leaders, jumping from junior engineer to senior engineer in one fell swoop, and my annual salary increased from 55,000 to 150,000. Seeing the gratified smile on my mother's face, I knew my efforts had not been in vain. This was exactly what I needed and hoped for. I had a job that others envied, I could make my vow a reality, and I could let my mother enjoy her later years in peace.

In the eyes of outsiders, our family is relatively harmonious and happy. Although I haven't dated or gotten married yet, with my income, I can afford to live a relatively luxurious life with my mother. I thought I would live out my life in this peaceful and happy way: dating, getting married, having children, becoming a grandfather, and then waiting to die in a hospital bed. But imagination and reality are always very different. Something unexpected happened that completely changed the trajectory of my life. Although I am not much different now than I was ten years ago, still earning a high salary and living a luxurious life, my essence has been completely changed. I am no longer a simple young man with lofty ambitions, but a shameless rogue and a complete scoundrel.

It was a little over a year after I started working at the factory. Everything had settled into a routine; my work and income were relatively stable, except that I hadn't been in a relationship. It was hard to imagine a man nearing twenty-two still being a virgin. It wasn't that I didn't want to be in a relationship, but I simply didn't have the time or energy. Although I wasn't in a relationship, my desire for women's bodies was stronger than anyone else's. Like other people my age, my biggest pastime was sitting in front of the computer, chatting, playing games, and watching porn. Every time I lay in bed, I would masturbate while fantasizing about having sex with a woman. Gradually, my sexual fantasy object became my mother, that woman with graying hair and an aging face. Although I knew it was wrong, fantasizing about having sex with my mother gave me immense pleasure, not just physically, but also psychologically.

I wanted to have sex with my mother; I wanted to possess her body. This perverted and immoral beastly thought arose deep within me. Driven by this filthy thought, I began to pay attention to everything about my mother. My mother looks very ordinary, a typical housewife. Her figure has also changed; she's become a bit overweight and her face is aging. She would definitely not attract attention on the street. But in my eyes, my mother has a unique charm. Perhaps it's because I've had a strong Oedipus complex since I was a child. Even now, at thirty years old, I still have a strong desire for older women.

I started paying attention to my mother's daily life, fantasizing that I could see her underwear in the bathroom and leave my semen on it, like in the incest novels online, or wake up in the middle of the night to see her masturbating and hear her moans. But I didn't succeed. My mother never left her underwear behind when she showered; she always washed it while showering. I never saw her masturbate. I tried staying up for several nights in a row, just waiting outside her bedroom door, but I couldn't hear any sound or movement. Sometimes I would quietly open her bedroom door, but I still couldn't see her masturbating. They say women are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and suck the earth dry in their fifties. My mother was in her prime, but she didn't show any strong sexual desire. This made me very disappointed. I was so disappointed that I almost gave up my perverted and beastly thoughts about my mother, only fantasizing about having sex with her every time I masturbated.

Another six months passed. One summer night, as usual, I fantasized about my mother's body and vagina. After masturbating, I fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, I felt restless and thirsty, so I got up to go to the kitchen for a drink of water. But when I opened my eyes, I found my mother riding on top of me, making love to me. I thought I was dreaming, so I blinked hard. It was indeed my mother. Her movements were very gentle, going up and down. Perhaps she was afraid of waking me. When she sat down, she didn't put her buttocks on my stomach. She would stop when she was almost done, then go up again and sit down again. My mother's posture and movements must have been very tiring. First, she had to make sure she didn't wake me up, and then she had to use her legs to support her entire body balance. She also had to hold back her moans. Just thinking about it makes me realize how hard it must have been. After a brief moment of shock, I also felt a surge of pleasure. I reached out and grabbed my mother's breasts. She didn't know I was awake. When my hands touched her breasts, I clearly felt her body tremble and stop moving. She sat on my stomach, staring blankly at me. I could clearly feel her body shaking, as if she were frightened. To avoid embarrassing her, I didn't make a sound. Instead, I moved my hands from her breasts to her buttocks and forcefully lifted them up, then immediately lowered them again, responding to her movements. Sure enough, after a few movements, she finally started moving again. This time, she wasn't squatting, but kneeling. Her movements changed from up-and-down thrusting to rocking back and forth. I could clearly feel the head of my penis pressing against her cervix. Only then did I begin to savor the sensation. Her vagina was very tight and very wet. While she was still stunned, I could already feel my pubic hair getting wet—not just damp, but already clumped together from being soaked in her fluids. And now, my mother had let go... The amount of fluid was terrifying. After a few minutes, I could no longer feel the two labia of her vagina gripping me; it just felt like my penis was being inserted into a warm water hole. Even my testicles were soaked with her fluids. But because the lights were off, I couldn't see my mother's breasts and vagina clearly. My mother and I became increasingly excited under these circumstances. My mother started moaning and groaning, while I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Just as I was about to lose control, my mother's moans grew louder, and her breathing became more rapid. I knew it was time. I relaxed my hips and waist at the same time, and a thick stream of semen shot into my mother's vagina. My mother reached orgasm at the moment I ejaculated, and then collapsed on top of me like a dead person, convulsing uncontrollably. My mother and I were both panting, not because I was tired, but because it was normal panting after release. My mother was panting heavily while convulsing. We didn't say a word throughout the whole process, probably because of the awkwardness. We couldn't even see each other's expressions clearly, but we both experienced immense satisfaction.

After my mother had rested enough, she got up, covered her vulva with her hand, and went to the toilet. I lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it. I never imagined that my virginity would end with my mother, nor that I would get her body in this way. Incest between mother and son happened to me. The gloom of the past six months was swept away, and the psychological repression disappeared. Although I felt a strong sense of guilt after venting, I did not regret it. This was the dual satisfaction of spirit and body that I had been pursuing all along. Now that my dream had come true, what more could I ask for?

After washing up, Mom didn't return to my bed. She hurriedly went into her room and closed the door. I knew that while Mom was physically satisfied, she couldn't get over the psychological hurdle because she had initiated sexual relations with her son. So I didn't go into the room to talk to her. After smoking, I went to the bathroom to wash up and then went to bed.

After that incident, Mom was afraid to face me for a long time. The atmosphere at home suddenly changed, becoming cold and unfamiliar. I didn't know how to improve this oppressive and unsettling atmosphere. I just became more attentive to Mom in daily life. I, who never did housework before, started to learn to do it—washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning, etc. I did as much as I could. Perhaps I always felt guilty towards Mom. Even though it was Mom who initiated it, I still felt a deep sense of guilt after that encounter. I felt that I had made Mom become taciturn, so to make Mom happy again, I took over almost all the housework. My efforts paid off. My mother's attitude and emotions towards me changed noticeably, and she had a long talk with me after dinner one evening.

She first told me that what happened that time was wrong, and then told me how much she loved me. What I couldn't believe was that while I was observing her every move, she was also observing me. She knew every time I masturbated. When I learned that so many years of being single had extinguished all her passion, and that she hadn't chosen to remarry for my sake, I immediately comforted her, expressed my understanding, and told her all my innermost thoughts. Like me, she didn't know that while she was observing me, I was also observing her. After we both opened up to each other and poured out all our thoughts, we both laughed. It turned out that all along, my mother and I had deeply loved each other—there was familial love, romantic love, and a strong physical desire for each other. My mother had already made up her mind when she divorced that she would give her body and soul to her only son. If she had known this earlier, why would she have struggled in pain and inner conflict?

That conversation was successful; Mom became cheerful again. To my delight, she was more beautiful than before, at least that's what I thought. She also started to care more about dressing up. What made me even happier was that I could finally insert my penis into Mom's vagina without any guilt. Watching my strict and demanding mother, who had always been strict with me, moan and cry out beneath me, watching my own mother's juices flow freely as my penis thrust in and out—the thrill and satisfaction were so intense that just thinking about it made my blood boil. I didn't know what adjectives to use to express the unparalleled feeling in my heart. It felt like I had gained the whole world, making me feel completely relaxed.

Happy times always pass quickly, always leaving a lingering aftertaste. For three whole years, during those three years of opening our hearts to each other, except for her period, we indulged in revelry almost every night. Mom transformed from a traditional woman who knew nothing into a wanton harlot—of course, she only acted this way in front of her son. In the summer, my mother would draw the curtains at home, take off all her clothes, and do whatever she wanted without wearing any. In her words, it was so that her son could have sex with her whenever he wanted. I've lost count of how many times I've made love with my mother—in bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, at the dining table, even while she was cooking. Whenever I was in the mood, she would unconditionally satisfy me. Her vagina always seemed wet, like it had never been dry. I can't remember if I ejaculated more inside her or in her mouth, nor how many times she'd had orgasms from my large penis. I only know that in these three years, my mother has given me everything. She's done things that are rarely even seen in porn without hesitation, from the initial cautious and somewhat clumsy oral sex to deep throat, from only knowing the man-on-top or woman-on-top positions to now being adept at any position, from initially ejaculating inside her to… Now, with oral sex and anal sex, my mother's changes are obvious, but my changes are even more astonishing. Ever since I gave my virginity to my mother, I've completely changed. I've become vulgar, lewd, and shameless. At the factory, I'm still a Party member, a good comrade and a good employee in everyone's eyes. Outside, I'm a complete hooligan. Since tasting the sweetness of my mother, I've led a decadent private life. Although I have a girlfriend who is good-looking, has a good figure, and comes from a good family, and with my mother as a spice, I'm still not satisfied. From streetwalkers to hairdressers, from brothels to saunas, from bars to KTVs, from one-night stands to regular lovers, I've tried almost everything, all for the satisfaction of that cock between my legs. I've completely transformed from a simple young man into an experienced hooligan.

I didn't hide these changes from my mother. Since that long talk, there were no more secrets between us. She knew about every woman I had. My understanding mother didn't object to my actions. Every time she found out I had a new woman, she would just smile faintly and tell me to be careful. This touched me deeply. To avoid upsetting or making her jealous, I worked even harder in bed. Every time I saw her body convulsing during orgasm, I knew that my greatest love in this life was still my mother's body—something no other woman could replace.

By chance, I joined a QQ group called "Wife-Swapping and Mother-Swapping Club." Initially, I joined out of curiosity. Seeing mothers and sons, couples who had swapped partners chatting and talking freely in the group made me feel disgusted. How could my wife and mother be allowed to sleep with others? Even if I were to sleep with someone else's wife or mother, it was still unacceptable to me. Just as I was about to leave the group, a woman messaged me. Looking at her profile, I saw she was about my mother's age, in her early fifties, and also the group admin. I politely started chatting with her. This woman's surname was Chen (hereinafter referred to as Aunt Chen). We initially exchanged greetings and chatted casually, but the deeper our conversation went, the more I realized her experiences were similar to mine. So, after confirming she was a woman via video call, I told her my own story. Seeing my sincerity, Aunt Chen finally got to the point. It turned out she and her son were the group admins and had engaged in swapping experiences at least ten times. Coincidentally, they were also from Wuhan. Aunt Chen asked if I wanted to swap, saying her son was tired of her body and wanted a change. After their first reluctant swap, Aunt Chen had enjoyed it and became enthusiastic about swapping mothers, or rather, swapping sons.

I told her my thoughts, saying I couldn't accept my mother being with another man. Although I could also have sex with other men's mothers at the same time, I still couldn't do it; it would hurt my heart. Seeing that I disagreed, Aunt Chen started working on me, even calling her son into the video call to help persuade me. To show her sincerity, Aunt Chen even took off her top and showed me her family's household registration booklet and her and her son's ID cards in the video. After confirming that they were indeed mother and son, and after carefully admiring Aunt Chen's slightly sagging breasts for a while, my heart started to waver. I told Aunt Chen that I needed to discuss it with my mother and ask for her opinion. Aunt Chen then gave me her phone number, telling me to contact her anytime if I needed anything. After taking a few more glances at Aunt Chen's breasts, I reluctantly turned off the video call, thinking about how to convince my mother to agree to the swap.

After dinner and a shower that evening, seeing the burning look in my mother's eyes, I knew my chance had come. Perhaps this was the only way to get her to agree. So, after she got into bed, I gently helped her take off all her clothes and, as usual, took a deep breath between her legs. This had become a habit of mine before making love with my mother. The mixture of the fresh scent of shower gel and the fishy smell of her vaginal fluids was enough to drive any man crazy. My mother is almost 51 years old. Her skin is very fair, not as smooth as a young girl's, but not bad either; at least I think it feels quite nice to the touch. Her figure isn't particularly great, but I'm infatuated with her body. My mother's breasts aren't large; she was probably a B cup when she was younger, and now they've started to sag. Her nipples are dark brown; I don't know if it's from sucking too much when I was little or later. Her slightly protruding belly and thick pubic hair, starting a little below her navel and extending to her buttocks and anus (photo attached), are the main reasons I'm fascinated by my mother's body. The fishy, pungent smell emanating from her vagina and the large patch of dark pubic hair between her legs... I don't need a... The stimulation from the play had my penis ready for battle, but I didn't want to get to the point so quickly, because I had a purpose today. So I started giving my mother oral sex. As soon as the salty, slightly fishy liquid entered my mouth, my mother began to moan, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from her vagina. Everyone says that young girls are wet and have tight vaginas, but in my opinion, my mother's vagina is no less than that of any teenage or twenty-year-old girl. In porn, the actresses' vaginal fluids at most only flow to the vaginal opening, but my mother's vaginal fluids can flow all the way to her anus and even drip onto the bed. Of all the women I've had, my mother's vagina isn't the tightest, but it has the most vaginal fluids. Maybe having sex with her own son is more exciting.

I turned to my side, licking my mother's clitoris with my tongue while inserting my right middle and ring fingers into her vagina. Under the double stimulation, my mother's moans grew louder, her buttocks arched upwards, and her hands groaned haphazardly on the bed. Seeing my mother's frenzy, I gave up giving her oral sex and focused on digging and probing inside her vagina with my two fingers. Perhaps I didn't find the G-spot mentioned in porn, and unfortunately, I didn't see the legendary squirting, but I still managed to give my mother an orgasm. Her vagina was already soaking wet, and some of the dried vaginal fluid had turned milky white. Watching my mother convulsing, I put the two fingers I had pulled out under my nose and smelled them. A nauseating odor made me frown. I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table and wiped myself haphazardly before waiting for my mother to recover.

It was twenty minutes later when Mom had fully recovered from her orgasm. I gently stroked her body, thinking about how to bring up the idea of swapping. My face was facing her, and when she saw me looking at her after she recovered, she blushed and asked me what was wrong. Actually, I was thinking about something and hadn't been looking at her at all. Her question brought me back to my senses. Seeing her lingering gaze, I almost gave up on the idea of swapping. But when I thought of Aunt Chen's voluptuous body and her vagina, which I hadn't seen yet, I became incredibly excited. So I rolled over and pinned Mom down, and my penis easily slid deep into her vagina. Tonight, I had planned to use my big penis to make Mom beg for mercy before bringing up the swapping idea. Plus, I had just thought of Aunt Chen's voluptuous breasts. With these two stimulations, I started thrusting wildly as soon as I entered Mom's vagina (photo attached). For more than ten minutes, I fucked Mom until her eyes rolled back and she had at least two orgasms before I finally ejaculated.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina, quickly placed some toilet paper under her buttocks, and watched the semen gushing out, watching her body still convulsing and trembling. I felt immense satisfaction once again. My mother was unconscious, her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. I started thinking again about how to bring up the idea of swapping partners with her. It was a truly agonizing and troublesome matter. The agonizing part was offering my mother's hands to another man, and the troublesome part was figuring out how to convince her to agree.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, showering while thinking about what to say. After showering, I went into the room and saw my mother getting out of bed to shower. Seeing her satisfied expression, I thought it might work. After she finished showering and came into the room, I eagerly pulled her onto the bed and told her my idea. My mother looked very surprised. In my memory, this was the first time she had such an expression since we had been intimate. No matter how bad I became, she would only smile faintly. I never expected that this exchange idea would cross her bottom line. For a moment, I felt like a child who had done something wrong, hanging my head and waiting for my mother's punishment.

After a brief silence, my mother spoke, asking me why I had such an idea. I then told her everything that had happened online. After listening, my mother was silent for a long time again. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive. On one hand, I didn't want my mother to be with another man, but on the other hand, I was somewhat hopeful that my mother would agree to this. With conflicted feelings, I anxiously waited for my mother's answer. My

mother leaned against the headboard, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep, while I was like an ant on a hot pan, even my hand that was smoking was trembling uncontrollably. After a long sigh, Mom finally opened her eyes. Seeing my expectant gaze, she nodded in agreement, but also made a few demands: 1. Condoms must be used when having sex with Aunt Chen's son. It's not about being afraid of pregnancy, but for safety; Mom had already had a tubal ligation. 2. No perverted or excessive behavior; it must be just a simple act of sex. 3. The two pairs of mothers and sons must have sex in separate rooms, not together, and not in our house or anyone else's house. I wholeheartedly agreed to this. Watching another man have sex with my mother would drive me crazy, or at least I might not be able to get an erection. 4. No photos or videos allowed. When Mom and I have sex, if we're in the mood, we sometimes take photos or record videos. Mom enjoys watching these photos and videos alone. She says seeing her son's prowess in the videos gives her a great sense of satisfaction, so she's afraid that if someone takes pictures or records videos and posts them online, she'll be too ashamed to face anyone. 5. "For my sake, you can agree to this once, but only once, and not a second time."

After hearing my mother's request, I felt it wasn't unreasonable. Thinking that Aunt Chen and her son probably wouldn't refuse, I nodded in agreement. I originally wanted to call Aunt Chen immediately, but seeing that it was late, I excitedly held my mother and fell asleep.

Nothing happened that night. The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to turn on the computer. I saw that Aunt Chen was indeed online, so I told her about my mother's request from the previous night, as well as some of my worries and concerns. Aunt Chen is a very understanding person. After listening, she immediately said that everything would be based on my mother and son. That is, when my mother is with her son, my mother would be the priority, and when I am with Aunt Chen, I would be the priority. Aunt Chen only had one request, the same as my mother's: no excessive or perverted behavior. She could accept other foreplay and variations. To show their sincerity, they would cover the cost of the hotel room, and the hotel would definitely not be low-class. Seeing the enthusiastic mother and son, my enthusiasm was also ignited. My previously conflicted feelings became lighter, and after discussing the relevant matters, we set a date to meet two weeks later.

The two-week wait was anxious and long. During those two weeks, I had more in-depth conversations with Aunt Chen and her son. I found that they were truly sincere and open-minded people. They didn't talk much about the swapping, but instead chatted with my mother and me about everyday things, encouraging my mother to let go of her psychological burden. I also discovered that Aunt Chen's son was quite a handsome young man, which put my mind at ease. If my mother were to be with a man I found disgusting, I think I would have a lifelong regret. After talking with Aunt Chen, my mother gradually relaxed and wasn't as resistant as before. I could even tell from her expression that she was somewhat looking forward to the swapping, which made me restless. I wanted to find some time to talk to my mother properly; I didn't want her to be seduced by another man. To my surprise, my understanding mother had already seen through my worries and anxieties. She told me that she wasn't attracted to Aunt Chen's son, but was just a little nervous about the exchange. In her heart, I would always be number one, and she wouldn't have sex with any other man besides me and the man she was exchanging with. Aunt Chen's son would only have sex once, which relieved my anxiety. I also felt ashamed that I had so many women, while my mother only had me as her man. I was the one who suggested the exchange, and yet I didn't trust my mother. How selfish of me!

The exciting day finally arrived. Two weeks later, one evening, the four of us met at the pre-arranged location and had dinner together. Aunt Chen was dressed beautifully, wearing a white t-shirt and a tight skirt that only reached her knees. A woman in her fifties, she looked quite young when she dressed up. Her son was also dressed very formally, in a light blue short-sleeved shirt and dark trousers. In comparison, my mother and I were dressed casually, which made us look less formal. We had a great time chatting during dinner, without any of the awkwardness of meeting for the first time. My mother and Aunt Chen were like old friends, chatting enthusiastically. Aunt Chen's son and I even exchanged experiences about incest and online dating. When Aunt Chen learned that I had bought a house and a car at such a young age, and was a senior engineer in a state-owned enterprise, she praised me for being capable and said my mother was lucky. Seeing the slightly proud smile on my mother's face, I knew that all my hard work had been worthwhile.

The meal lasted almost two hours. By the time Aunt Chen paid the bill, it was nearly eight o'clock. Led by Aunt Chen, the four of us took two taxis to a relatively upscale hotel in Wuhan and booked two adjacent rooms. When we entered the room, my mother and I exchanged glances. Seeing my mother's reluctant expression, I suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if we were parting forever. Just like that, I was giving my mother away to another man. My heart ached, but things had already progressed this far, and it was impossible to give up now. So I nodded slightly to my mother, using my eyes to tell her that I would always be by her side. My mother understood my feelings and nodded back. She and Aunt Chen's son went into the room first.

I followed Aunt Chen into a room next door. My first impression upon entering was that, apart from the room and bed being larger than those in other hotels, there wasn't anything particularly special about it. The bathroom was right outside the door, and the room only had a TV—albeit an LCD one—along with internet access, a bedside lamp, and an automatic mahjong table. Condoms, drinks, and snacks were all available in other hotels. I couldn't understand how such an ordinary hotel could be considered a star-rated hotel, but since I wasn't paying, after a brief moment of reflection, I focused my attention on Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen was very generous. Because it was summer, she took off her outer clothes and skirt after entering the room, leaving only her bra and panties. I had noticed from her t-shirt that she was wearing a black lace bra when we met, and now that she had taken it off, it was indeed true—a black lace bra and panties, clearly a matching set. I also noticed that Aunt Chen had a lot of pubic hair, as I could see the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties and the dark patch above them. Aunt Chen smiled happily when she saw me staring at her intently, almost drooling. She then offered to shower with me, but I suddenly remembered something and told her to shower first. We had plenty of time in the evening, and we could shower together later. Aunt Chen didn't say anything and went into the bathroom.

After hearing the water, I quickly hid my wallet in a well-hidden spot and sent a text message to my mother as fast as I could, telling her to also put away her valuables. It was our first time meeting them, and we were already in a hotel room; it was better to be careful. I didn't want to end up losing more than I gained. Losing valuables was one thing, but losing both the woman and my belongings, and even causing my mother to lose her virginity, was unforgivable. In the text, I repeatedly reminded my mother to be vigilant and leave the room immediately if anything seemed amiss. Only after receiving my mother's reply did I feel relieved and put my phone under my pillow, putting it on vibrate.

Aunt Chen showered quickly, coming out in just a few minutes. She wasn't wearing underwear anymore, just a bath towel draped over her body. Looking at her mature body, I really wanted to pin her down on the bed and fuck her right away, but it was still early, and I had enough self-control. So, in front of Aunt Chen, I took off all my clothes. Seeing my erect, nearly two-and-a-half-inch-long penis, Aunt Chen lost her composure, repeatedly saying how long and big it was. I smiled proudly and went into the bathroom. Actually, I had showered before leaving, but I had sweated a little while eating, so I just rinsed off quickly and washed my penis carefully before coming out.

I didn't wear a bath towel; I came out naked. Seeing Aunt Chen already leaning against the bed naked, my penis, which had already softened, started to stir again. When Aunt Chen saw me come out, she patted the bed, gesturing for me to get in too. Strangely enough, even though I'm usually quite the ladies' man, having been with all sorts of women and seen all kinds of situations, I was like a child in front of Aunt Chen. I did whatever she said, completely lacking my own opinions. To avoid remaining in this numb and stiff state, I lit a cigarette. As I inhaled the smoke, I began to relax slowly, gently leaning back on the bed, enjoying the ease the cigarette brought me.

Seeing that I was in bed, Aunt Chen obediently rested her head on my shoulder and started chatting with me. The topic was nothing more than sexual pleasure, such as how she and my mother usually played, what positions they used, what kinds of games they had tried, etc. While chatting, she gently stroked my body with her hands. I enjoyed the pleasure brought to me by the cigarette and Aunt Chen's hands, and told her all the little things about being with my mother. The more Aunt Chen listened, the more excited she became. Her hands, which had been gently stroking me, became more forceful, and her breathing gradually became heavier. Finally, she simply grabbed my already hard penis and started stroking it up and down.

Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just Aunt Chen using her hands. I stubbed out my cigarette and whispered in Aunt Chen's ear, "Use your mouth." Aunt Chen then leaned down and swallowed my penis whole. Aunt Chen's oral sex skills are excellent; she's skilled at sucking, licking, and swallowing. Especially when she licks, she licks from below my testicles all the way to the glans, and immediately after that, she does a deep throat. It feels so good that I feel like I'm going to ejaculate after just a few strokes. After getting Aunt Chen's consent, I yelled and ejaculated all my semen into Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen is indeed a master; while I was ejaculating, her tongue kept licking my urethra, and her mouth was sucking my penis tightly, as if she wanted to drain me dry.

I ejaculated a lot this time, more than I've ever done in my life. I estimate it lasted about half a minute. After I finished, my penis was still throbbing in Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen didn't spit it out immediately, but continued to gently lick it with her tongue, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm. She only spat it out when my penis stopped throbbing. I thought she would eat my semen, but she spat it into a trash can next to the bed, which disappointed me a bit. However, being able to give Aunt Chen oral sex was still a kind of enjoyment. No woman around me could do such amazing oral sex skills, not even the trained girls in saunas. I guess I'm lucky to have met such a top-notch mature woman. If I had too high expectations, I might have lost more.

After resting for a bit, I got up and went to the bathroom. I quickly rinsed myself off and thoroughly washed my penis with shower gel. When I came out, I saw Aunt Chen had already turned on the TV and was watching it casually. Seeing me, she asked if I was enjoying it. I sincerely praised her, and she was very happy to hear that. She said that apart from her son, who was already used to it, no man could last more than 5 minutes in her mouth. Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, I still had to admit that Aunt Chen's oral sex skills were absolutely top-notch, so I didn't argue with her. I lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it.

Because I had just ejaculated, I couldn't do it for a while. Aunt Chen was a very understanding woman. She gently rested her head on my shoulder, chatting with me casually while watching the boring TV. At that moment, I forgot about my mother, forgot about everything. It was as if all my burdens and pressures had suddenly disappeared. I just wanted to hold her like that forever.

After chatting for over an hour, Aunt Chen couldn't hold back any longer. She placed her hand on my penis again, gently pulled back the foreskin, and found a little semen inside. Aunt Chen lowered her head and smelled it, then swallowed my penis in one gulp. Although I wasn't really ready to do it yet, I didn't want to give up this great opportunity, so I lifted Aunt Chen's head with my hand, rolled over, and pinned her down. Only now can I truly appreciate Aunt Chen's body. Her skin is very smooth, smoother than my mother's, perhaps because it's often moisturized by men's semen. However, her skin isn't as fair as my mother's, probably because my mother stays at home most of the time and rarely goes out. Her breasts are very large, more than twice the size of my mother's, and they've started to sag. Her nipples are also dark brown and quite long. Her lower abdomen is also a bit protruding. Her pubic hair is very similar to my mother's, thick and abundant, no wonder her underwear can't cover it. Both sides of her labia are covered in pubic hair. I've always liked women with a lot of pubic hair, and seeing so much pubic hair now makes me even more excited. Her labia are a little dark, but the vaginal opening inside is pink. Overall, Aunt Chen's figure is better and fuller than my mother's, who has started to gain weight.

I took a deep breath between Aunt Chen's legs. The pungent smell of her vaginal fluid excited me. I stuck out my tongue and licked it; it was salty with a slightly fishy taste. It seems that the vaginal fluid of middle-aged women all tastes pretty much the same. Aunt Chen was already aroused and began to moan softly. Her vaginal fluid was flowing more and more. I had never seen such a slutty woman before. She was already wet before anything even happened. So I started to give Aunt Chen oral sex. Of course, I didn't eat her vaginal fluid like in novels. I just licked her clitoris back and forth with my tongue. Aunt Chen's clitoris was already large, and with the stimulation of my tongue, it became even larger. It felt like a man's penis, slowly becoming erect. Aunt Chen's moans grew louder and louder. Her moans were very beautiful, like sounds coming from her nose, thin and high-pitched, making one's bones go weak. I think every man would be unable to resist such moans, and I was no exception. I originally wanted to finger Aunt Chen, but after hearing that soul-stirring moan, I couldn't wait to press down on her.

After spreading Aunt Chen's legs, I knelt on the bed and rubbed my penis back and forth against her vagina a few times before thrusting it all the way in. Aunt Chen cried out "Ah!" It seems my thick and long penis still has some power; even an experienced woman like Aunt Chen almost couldn't take it. I asked her if it hurt a lot, and after receiving a negative answer, I began to thrust forcefully into Aunt Chen's vagina. Aunt Chen's vagina wasn't that tight, perhaps because of the excessive vaginal fluid. I only felt it was wet and slippery, without the feeling of being squeezed that I had when having sex with my mother. Moreover, Aunt Chen's vagina was very deep; when I thrust all the way in, I couldn't even touch the cervix. It seems that the amount of sexual activity a woman has does have a certain impact on her vagina. Aunt Chen probably hadn't fully adjusted to the length of my penis. She moaned and asked me to be gentler and slower, but I was unmoved. Thinking about how my mother was probably being vigorously fucked by that man in the next room, my heart ached. I fucked Aunt Chen with all my might. Of course, Aunt Chen didn't know what I was thinking. She enjoyed my thrusts while moaning loudly. Since it was my second time, it lasted a particularly long time. We changed positions, and when we were in doggy style (also known as rear entry), I secretly took some pictures with my phone when she wasn't looking.

I kept going for almost half an hour before I felt like ejaculating. I originally wanted to ejaculate inside Aunt Chen's vagina, but then I thought of my mother. So, at the very moment before I ejaculated, I pulled out my penis, straddled Aunt Chen's neck, and ejaculated wildly into her face and mouth. Aunt Chen reacted quickly; seeing me get up, she knew what I was going to do and swiftly opened her mouth. Even so, some semen still got onto her face, eyes, and nose; very little actually went into her mouth. Seeing my semen all over Aunt Chen's face, I suddenly felt a sense of vengeful pleasure. I knew it was because of my mother; without her, this experience would have been perfect.

The second ejaculation wasn't much. After I finished, Aunt Chen tactfully licked the remaining semen and her own vaginal fluid off my penis. Looking at her lewd appearance, I couldn't help but half-jokingly, half-sarcastically ask her if my semen tasted better than her vaginal fluid. She didn't answer immediately. After licking my penis clean and spitting out the semen from her mouth, she said the tastes were about the same and she couldn't tell the difference. I initially wanted to say something sarcastic to her, but thinking back, I realized this exchange was something I agreed to; no one forced me. Aunt Chen and her son hadn't done anything wrong. My actions stemmed entirely from my love for my mother and my own selfishness. Once I understood this, I felt relieved, though a slight pain remained in my heart.

After we both recovered, I took a shower with Aunt Chen. During the shower, I inevitably became quite groping, but having ejaculated twice, I wasn't really aroused anymore; I was just teasing Aunt Chen. It was almost midnight when I came out of the shower. I turned off the TV and lights, lay in bed, and quietly pondered. Aunt Chen didn't bother me anymore, which immediately shifted my thoughts from her to my mother. What was she doing? Was she being fucked by that man, or was she nestled in his arms like Aunt Chen, or was she already asleep? I wanted to go check on her, but I didn't dare. Tonight, my mother didn't belong to me. With mixed feelings, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Chen on the bed giving me oral sex again. Of course, I wasn't going to let her off the hook. After a good night's rest, and having slept until I naturally woke up, I had regained all my strength. Looking at Aunt Chen, who was giving me oral sex so enthusiastically, I felt a surge of excitement and couldn't wait to have her on top of me. Aunt Chen probably couldn't take it anymore, and without saying a word, she sat on top of me and started rocking back and forth as soon as I penetrated her. I love this woman-on-top position the most; it's not tiring, and I can see the expression on a woman's face when she's being fucked. Plus, I can see my penis going in and out of her vagina. I think this position is the most exciting.

Aunt Chen is indeed a middle-aged woman in her prime. We did it twice that night. Even though I had rested for a night, doing it again in the morning was a bit too much for a young man in his twenties like me. Aunt Chen, on the other hand, seemed like she hadn't been fucked by a man in a long time. Her movements were still so wild, and her moans were as loud and soul-stirring as ever. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure Aunt Chen was giving me. I felt that Aunt Chen's vagina seemed a little tighter than yesterday. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the pleasure was much stronger than last night. In less than ten minutes, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. After she agreed, I thrust upwards with all my might, and a thick stream of semen shot deep into Aunt Chen's vagina. I don't know if Aunt Chen also had an orgasm, but I could clearly feel that at the moment I ejaculated, Aunt Chen's vagina gripped my penis tightly, making me feel like I was in heaven.

After I finished ejaculating, Aunt Chen got up, but she didn't get off me. She just sat up a little, letting my penis slide out, and then she sat on my stomach again. Seeing the semen slowly flowing out of her vagina and down to my stomach, I was incredibly excited. I suddenly had an urge to lick her vagina, but I immediately rejected it. There was still my semen there. Eating my own semen was too much to bear. I couldn't do it. I had smelled my own semen before when I masturbated, and it smelled so fishy that it made me want to vomit. Let alone eating it. It was just a fleeting thought, and I didn't act on it.

After resting for a bit, I checked the time on my phone. I thought it was only around nine or ten in the morning, but when I looked at my phone, I realized it was almost noon. I had slept for over ten hours; no wonder I woke up naturally. I checked my phone again and found no missed calls, only a few spam texts. I wondered how my mother was doing, so I told Aunt Chen I wanted to go check on her. Aunt Chen smiled and said her son had already called her, and they were all dressed and waiting for us.

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, showering, brushing my teeth, and washing my face—I was done in five minutes. When Aunt Chen saw me come out, she went in to shower too. While she was showering, I took out my wallet and counted the money and documents inside. Nothing was missing, so I felt much relieved. It seems I was being too suspicious. After getting dressed, I greeted Aunt Chen at the bathroom door and went next door to find my mother.

My mother opened the door. I looked her over carefully and found that her expression was fine, which reassured me. In front of strangers, I didn't want to ask about last night's events. I just politely greeted Aunt Chen's son, told him that Aunt Chen would be out soon, and took out a cigarette to offer him. I lit one for myself as well. My mother kept shaking her head, telling me to smoke less because it's bad for my health. I smoked while trying to appease her. Aunt Chen's son sat politely beside me, smiling as he watched us. He seemed like a very introverted person, hardly ever talking, or maybe just a quiet, reserved type. Anyway, it was only a one-time opportunity to meet him, so I didn't bother to get to know him.

After finishing her cigarette, Aunt Chen knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that we were all waiting for her, she smiled apologetically and said she was going to check out. My mother and I naturally wanted to go home early, so we followed her downstairs. When it came time to pay the bill, we exchanged pleasantries, but Aunt Chen ended up paying. We ate at a small restaurant after leaving the hotel. When we parted, Aunt Chen seemed a little reluctant to leave, holding my mother and me's hands and saying we should keep in touch. She even called my mother "Big Sister," showing that Aunt Chen was a very sentimental

person. After we all got home, I couldn't wait to ask my mother about what happened last night. I thought that man would torment my mother all night like he'd never seen a woman before, but to my surprise, Aunt Chen's son was very gentlemanly and respectful to my mother. He only did it once that night, and he did it exactly as my mother requested, using a condom. This surprised me quite a bit. It seems I really was judging a gentleman by my own standards. In comparison, I was too greedy, not only doing it three times but also with a hint of revenge in my mind. Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a while, Mom guessed what had happened. She told me not to overcomplicate things and asked about my situation. I told her the truth, and she just smiled faintly, asking if I was satisfied now. I nodded shyly. Mom then reminded me again that I only agreed to go last night for my sake and that it shouldn't happen again. I immediately nodded in agreement.

Actually, after a crazy night with Aunt Chen, I didn't feel any excitement. Maybe it was because Mom and I were in separate rooms, so I couldn't see Mom being with another man; I could only imagine it, which greatly reduced the psychological stimulation. And when I got home, it felt like just a one-night stand; I didn't feel anything else. So even without Mom saying anything, I didn't want it to happen again. Mom belongs to me alone, and I will never let another man have her again.

After dinner, my mother and I weren't feeling any desire, so we went to our respective rooms. I turned on my computer and saw Aunt Chen online, so I greeted her. Aunt Chen asked how I was feeling, and I told her I didn't want it to happen again, and expressed my true feelings. Although I had already experienced it, I still couldn't accept my mother being with someone else. Aunt Chen understood my feelings and didn't say much, only that my penis had left a lasting impression on her, and she hoped we could continue to stay in touch, but not through a swapping arrangement. Thinking that having such a slutty mature lover would be nice for a change of pace, I readily agreed. Aunt Chen even half-jokingly said that next time she wanted to do it with my mother.

A mature woman threesome? And one of them was my own mother? The thought alone was exciting, and I looked forward to that day…

In reality, every action, every word, even every thought has a huge chain reaction, just like in the movie "The Butterfly Effect." Every action or thought has consequences; some people benefit, and some people suffer. Take me for example. If my father hadn't had an affair that led to my parents' divorce, I wouldn't have been able to live alone with my mother for so many years. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have developed a strong Oedipus complex, and the incestuous relationship wouldn't have happened. If the incest hadn't occurred, there wouldn't have been the swapping, and certainly not this mature woman threesome today. So, before anyone says or does anything, no one can know what the consequences will be—whether it's a blessing or a curse, joy or sorrow, is unpredictable. Perhaps I was lucky enough to have the thought of swapping once, but the chain reaction has benefited me greatly.

I've always wanted to try the experience of a mature woman threesome. Don't laugh at me; it's a personal preference. Ever since I fell in love with my mother's body, I've had a strong possessive desire for older women. Of course, I also have a reaction to young girls' bodies. I think since I like women of all ages, it's not a kind of pathology; I just prefer having sex with older women, so I don't intend to change anything.

Before this, I had tried threesomes many times, but always in saunas. Those were purely transactional, devoid of emotion, and I couldn't experience the pleasure of threesomes. I envied the male protagonists in porn films, with two beautiful women simultaneously licking one man's genitals. I longed to experience that feeling, but I could never quite grasp it. In saunas, no matter how much money I spent, no woman was willing to do it. So, I hoped even more that one day I could fulfill my wish. This feeling persisted until I met Aunt Chen.

After that swap, it took me a long time to emerge from the shadow of pain. During that time, I was like a madwoman, releasing my energy on my mother every day. My mother seemed to know I was suffering and tried her best to accommodate me. After a while, my mood finally calmed down, and I grew tired of this monotonous sex life, always thinking about finding some excitement again.

Naturally, I thought of Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen had been in contact with my son and me lately, but we both had a grudge and always seemed indifferent to her. I must say, Aunt Chen is a very kind and helpful woman. Even knowing our cold attitude, she persisted in contacting us every day. I don't know if she wanted to maintain a sexual relationship with me or if she genuinely cared about us. However, judging from her words and actions, Aunt Chen still had a strong desire for me, which was the most important thing. So, I started chatting with Aunt Chen online again.

Aunt Chen was happy and excited that I had initiated the conversation. I told her all my inner turmoil and subtly expressed my desire for her and my mother to have a threesome with me. Aunt Chen is quite experienced; she knew what I wanted without me saying much and agreed almost without hesitation. But her agreement wasn't enough; my mother's consent was also required. Aunt Chen reminded me of this in QQ, so I started to worry about how to convince my mother. This time, however, it'll be with another woman, so it shouldn't be as difficult as the last time we swapped partners. But I still need to find a suitable opportunity, otherwise my mother will start having second thoughts again.

After some time, the desire for a threesome grew stronger, but I had no chance to tell my mother. Plus, I started dating a new girlfriend, so I had fewer opportunities to have sex with her. But my mother wasn't jealous or unhappy about it. She often told me to treat my girlfriend well, and that as long as I remembered she was still my mother. I was very touched. No woman could tolerate the man she loved being with another woman, but my mother was different. Although she was my lover, she was still my mother. Only a mother would selflessly dedicate herself without expecting anything in return. I suddenly felt very guilty. My mother was truly devoted to me, but I only thought about venting my lust on her, using her to achieve my perverted goals. But despite the guilt, the idea of a threesome with a mature woman lingered in my mind, refusing to leave. So I decided to do what I did last time: satisfy my mother first before asking her. That way, the chances of success would be much higher.

It was still summer that day. Because it was the weekend, I was in a particularly good mood, thinking about enjoying my mother's body again. My heart raced with excitement. When I got home, I saw my mother naked, wearing only an apron, chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Seeing her plump buttocks, my penis uncontrollably hardened. My mother didn't notice I was back and continued doing what she was doing with her back to me. I tiptoed into the room, quickly took off all my clothes, and quietly went into the kitchen. Then, I suddenly hugged my mother from behind, my penis naturally pressing against her buttocks. My mother was startled and screamed. She turned around, saw it was me, and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled and asked when I had come home. I didn't answer. I simply reached my hands from behind and gently caressed my mother's breasts, rubbing my penis against her buttocks. Then I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you're so alluring." My mother lowered her head shyly, looking like a little girl. Seeing her expression, I couldn't control myself any longer. My hands, which had been on her chest, slowly slid down to between her legs, stroking her thick pubic hair with my palms, while my middle fingers gently rubbed her clitoris and vaginal opening. Soon, my mother became wet, and sticky, slippery vaginal fluid flowed to her vaginal opening, looking like it was about to drip onto the ground. I couldn't believe that a woman nearing 50 could still be so wet. It seems that the stimulation brought by incest between mother and son is immense.

My mother was exhausted and leaned against me, panting. If I hadn't been holding her with my left hand, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. Seeing that her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, I immediately inserted two fingers into her vagina while using my other hand to knead her breasts. My mother groaned in pleasure, which further aroused me. So I inserted a third finger into her vagina. Although my mother's vagina was wider than a little girl's, it couldn't hold the width of three fingers. After only half of it went in, my mother's face changed color. I asked her if it hurt, and she nodded, saying it was a little swollen and painful. So I gave up on using three fingers to finger her and focused on digging and probing inside her vagina with two fingers. My mother began to moan unrestrainedly.

To give my mother more enjoyment, after fingering her for a while, I pulled out my fingers and squatted down. My mother, in perfect harmony, used both hands to hold onto the stove and spread her legs. I first licked her buttocks for a while, then began to carefully lick her vulva, from her clitoris to her labia, and then to her vagina. The salty, fishy vaginal fluid entering my mouth stimulated my sense of taste, making me even more excited. My mother also cried out loudly under the stimulation of my tongue. Finally, I got tired and stood up. As soon as I stood up, I felt a wave of dizziness, but it quickly subsided. My mother was still panting, her legs still spread, waiting for my entry. But I didn't want to satisfy my mother so quickly, because today I wanted to talk to her about threesomes. So I helped my mother up and turned her to face me. My mother leaned against my chest, seemingly still recovering from the pleasure. Seeing my mother's submissive appearance, I kissed her deeply on the lips. My mother also opened her mouth in response, and our tongues intertwined.

After a French kiss, I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt like my glans was about to explode, so I whispered in my mother's ear that I wanted anal sex. Since we had done anal sex many times before, my mother wasn't surprised or shocked. She nodded and went to go into the room to get a condom, but I refused, saying that wearing a condom was uncomfortable. My mother frowned and said that it was dirty there, and that I would get a disease. I still insisted, and my mother couldn't argue with me, so she didn't insist anymore. So my mother squatted down and started giving me oral sex, and tried to leave as much saliva as possible on my penis. After many anal sex sessions, my mother's anus had adapted to the size of my penis, and now she only needed a little lubrication to insert it all the way in. Before, we used the lubricant on the condom, but today we didn't have a condom, so my mother could only use her saliva to lubricate.

After a few minutes of oral sex, I almost ejaculated. So I had my mom turn around and face away from me in the same position. I squatted down and licked her anus with my tongue, then stood up and rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening a few times. Then I pressed hard against her anus, and the head of my penis disappeared inside. I asked her if it hurt, and after she said no, I slowly inserted my penis all the way into her rectum. My mom let out a strange cry, I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or discomfort. At that moment, I didn't care about my mom's feelings anymore. I just felt my penis being tightly gripped, and the pleasure almost made me lose my balance. After regaining my composure, I started thrusting. This position wasn't tiring because I was standing, and I didn't need to exert much force to penetrate all the way in. I didn't care whether my mom was comfortable or not. It was uncomfortable; I just wanted to extinguish the fire in my heart as soon as possible. However, perhaps due to insufficient lubrication, my penis was burning painfully inside my mother's anus. So, I pulled out my penis and quickly inserted it into my mother's vagina, moving it back and forth. Then, I inserted it into my mother's anus. This time, it felt much better, so I couldn't care less about anything else and frantically moved back and forth. My mother kept moaning. I had already wanted to ejaculate when my mother was giving me oral sex earlier, and with this onslaught, I couldn't hold back any longer. After thrusting hard into my mother's anus a few times, my semen spurted out uncontrollably. My mother also stood up and clamped my penis tightly between her anus. I have to say, this is tacit understanding; my mother knows when to do what and how to make me feel good. After I ejaculated, I pulled out my penis and watched the semen slowly flow out of my mother's anus. I felt another surge of excitement. My mother turned around and squatted down, preparing to clean me with her mouth (ps: this has become an agreement or habit between my mother and me. Whether it's internal ejaculation, external ejaculation, facial ejaculation, oral sex, or anal sex, as long as I finish ejaculating, my mother will clean me with her mouth. Envious?). I stopped my mother. This time, we didn't use a condom, and it was anal sex again. It was too dirty. I didn't want my mother to suffer like that. My mother didn't insist and got up to go to the toilet. After my mother came out, I also went in and rinsed off quickly. When I came out, I saw my mother continuing to chop vegetables. I knew that my mother was definitely not satisfied yet, so I gently hugged my mother and told her that I would serve her well again tonight. My mother shyly said "I hate you" and then ignored me.

I felt refreshed after ejaculating, and with tomorrow being a Sunday, I was in a great mood. Since there was still some time before dinner, I turned on the computer and started playing games. When it was time to eat, my mother was still naked, wearing only an apron. She looked quite alluring from the front. Although I had already ejaculated once, seeing her voluptuous body still made me itch. I even lost my appetite, constantly thinking about our after-dinner battle.

After dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while I went to the bathroom for a good shower. Afterward, I didn't put on any clothes and went straight to my room, planning how to satisfy my mother and what to say about a threesome. Half an hour later, my mother also finished showering and came into the room. Seeing me naked, leaning against the headboard in a daze, she didn't disturb me but quietly stayed by my side. Actually, I wasn't daydreaming at all. I had just released my pent-up desires as soon as I got back, and after eating and showering, I was inevitably a little tired, so I didn't want to move or talk. I originally wanted to rest first before satisfying my mother, but seeing her naked, my penis started to stir again. So I turned to the side and gently stroked her breasts. Normally, my mother, who is nearly 50, with her slightly rough skin, sagging breasts, and labia that have darkened from long-term sexual intercourse, wouldn't be very attractive to a man. But it's different for me. No matter how old my mother is or how bad her figure is, she is still my mother. As long as we have this relationship, I have endless motivation and an insatiable desire. To be honest, it's not my mother's body that I'm obsessed with, but rather the word "incest between mother and son" that stimulates my lower body. So, when I'm with my mother, I can always maintain an erection.

Seeing me move, and knowing I had just finished relieving myself, Mom considerately asked if I wanted to rest. I shook my head; with such beauty before me, how could I possibly be in the mood to rest? I got up and knelt between Mom's legs, habitually taking a deep breath. Looking at Mom's thick pubic hair, my penis once again stood erect. (PS: To elaborate, Mom has a lot of thick pubic hair, from her navel down to her anus, including both sides of her labia. This is the only part of Mom's body that I'm obsessed with. Since many people said they couldn't see the photos in the previous post, I'm reposting it. I'll explain in detail how to see the photos at the end of the post. If you still can't see them, it's a technical issue.) But I didn't want to enter Mom's body so quickly, so I stuck out my tongue and focused on licking Mom.

My mother arched her legs, closed her eyes, and enjoyed my ministrations. She was already moaning softly, and her body was responding. Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously, and combined with my saliva, they soaked the pubic hair around her labia. Seeing that her fluids were flowing more and more, I abandoned my plan to lick her vagina, because I really disliked the taste of her vaginal fluids. So I took out a clean dildo, turned on the vibrator, and inserted it deep into my mother's vagina. I then began to diligently lick her clitoris with my tongue. Although I did this every time we made love, my mother still couldn't resist me. The intense pleasure from my tongue and the dildo quickly turned her soft moans into loud ones. Her clitoris, stimulated by my tongue, grew larger and larger, becoming engorged and erect like a man's penis. I then took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked hard. She began to tremble as if electrocuted, pressing her hands tightly against my head and clamping her legs around it. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I sucked even harder on her clitoris while simultaneously thrusting the dildo rapidly in and out of her vagina. Soon, she... She reached her climax, but this climax was different from before. At the same time as Mom climaxed, a stream of yellow urine gushed out. I was incredibly excited. I continued to insert the dildo into Mom's vagina while watching her urinate. The sheets on the bed were soaked, as were my body and Mom's thighs, all wet. But I didn't care at all. This was the first time in so many years I'd seen Mom urinate during her climax (ps: watching her go to the toilet doesn't count). After Mom finished urinating, I pulled out the dildo and without hesitation began licking around Mom's vagina. A pungent smell wafted over, which excited me even more. I opened and closed my mouth wide, licking around my mother's vulva with my tongue. (PS: Some people might say I'm disgusting or perverted, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. My mother never cares whether my penis is clean or not. Whether she's just finished using the toilet or just ejaculated, she always gives me oral sex, blowjobs, and even swallows my semen without complaint. Today, I'm just licking her vulva after she urinated, which I think is perfectly acceptable.) My mother had already lost consciousness, her body was just convulsing, and she had no idea what I was doing.

After licking my mother clean, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash myself. Then I waited for her to regain consciousness. I don't know how much time passed, but my mother sighed, opened her eyes, and saw the mess on the bed and her genitals. She smiled sheepishly, got up, and went to the bathroom. I handed her the dildo and told her to wash it. I started cleaning the sheets myself. The wet sheets obviously couldn't be used anymore, and the quilt underneath was also soaked. I had no choice but to put the sheets in the washing machine, fluff up the quilt, and put it on a chair to dry tomorrow. I replaced the quilt and sheets, and after making the bed, my mother was naked. She came out naked, and seeing that I was all ready, she didn't say anything. She quietly lay down beside me. I asked my mother why she had sprayed urine today. My mother herself didn't know either. To be precise, she didn't even know that she had sprayed urine. She only knew that her mind went blank at the time, and her body felt like it was flying in the sky. I knew that I must have made my mother go too far. I've been with my mother for so long, and she has never squirted during orgasm. Since today was the first time, there will definitely be a second time. I was thinking about buying some vibrators and vibrating eggs, but that's a matter for later. Today's main purpose was to persuade my mother to agree to a threesome.

After resting for a while, Mom felt much better and asked if I wanted to play more. I hadn't released yet, so of course I wanted to play. I said "Mmm" and started preparing. Mom obediently lay across my stomach, opened her mouth and took my penis in, giving me oral sex. After I got hard, Mom rolled over to sit on me, but I stopped her. I told her we should do something special today. Mom didn't understand and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I smiled slightly, first putting on a condom, then taking out another condom and putting it on the dildo. Mom understood immediately, blushing and calling me a pervert. But despite her words, her body was already responding to my movements. Mom raised her head high... I lifted her legs and held them up with my hands, trying to expose her anus as much as possible. I then slowly inserted the dildo into my mother's anus, turning on the vibration. My mother trembled slightly. Seeing that everything was alright, I inserted my real penis into my mother's vagina. I believe everyone can imagine the position now. That's right, it's double penetration, the lower one is fake and the upper one is real. The reason I wore a condom was so I could switch holes halfway through. Actually, I had tried this kind of play before, but not often. Today, I was in a good mood, so I simply filled both of my mother's holes. This would not only improve the quality of sex and make my mother comfortable, but more importantly, it would satisfy my perverted psychology. It was killing three birds with one stone, so why not?

As soon as I entered my mother's body, I could feel the pleasure brought by the vibrating dildo in another hole. My mother went into a frenzy from the very beginning, moaning loudly. Stimulated by her moans and the dildo, I began to thrust wildly into her vagina. Watching my own mother being fucked by me, looking at her thick, dark pubic hair, her large, red, and slightly dark labia, and then looking at the dildo tightly inserted into her anus, it felt like a dream. In that instant, I truly felt that even death would be worthwhile.

Because I had ejaculated once before, and was wearing a condom, this time it lasted unusually long. After my mother reached orgasm again, I still didn't feel like ejaculating. So, regardless of whether my mother could handle it or not, I turned her over, made her kneel on the bed, pulled out the dildo, removed the condom, and then inserted it into my mother's vagina. Meanwhile, I was preparing to insert my erect penis into my mother's anus. The dildo was definitely bigger than my penis. Seeing that my mother's anus had been stretched into a large hole, I got excited again. When I saw the hair on both sides of my mother's anus and her dark chrysanthemum, I couldn't hold back any longer. I held my mother's thighs and thrust all the way in, and then started to thrust wildly. Mom was exhausted, only moaning mechanically. A patch of her vagina was covered in dried, white vaginal fluid. I grew increasingly excited, the urge to ejaculate intensifying. I told Mom I was going to cum. She hurriedly turned around, trying to take my penis in her mouth. I removed the condom, guided my penis to her mouth, and ejaculated wildly. However, this time, the amount of semen wasn't much. After swallowing my semen, Mom continued to clean me up with her mouth. Afterward, Mom got up and went to the bathroom, and I followed her in, enjoying a comfortable bath together.

After the bath, we went to the room. As soon as we got into bed, Mom leaned against my chest. I gently kissed her forehead and told her I wanted Aunt Chen to join us, repeatedly emphasizing that it would only be Aunt Chen this time, not her son. Surprisingly, Mom didn't say anything, let alone refuse. She just casually asked if Aunt Chen would be willing. Afraid that Mom would think I had planned this all along, I lied and said I hadn't talked to Aunt Chen yet and would ask her tomorrow. Mom nodded and told me to let her know once I had made the arrangements. If there were no outsiders, Aunt Chen could come over to visit. I was overjoyed, but I remained calm on the surface, agreed, and lay down with Mom in my arms, quickly falling asleep.

The next day was a weekend, no work. I slept until almost 11 a.m., feeling refreshed. It seems that waking up naturally is the best. I walked around the house but didn't see Mom. She was probably out grocery shopping or playing mahjong downstairs. I was too lazy to call and ask. I was just a little uncomfortable because my penis was hard and I didn't have anyone to help me, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Morning erections are normal. After using the restroom, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, my penis was back to normal. So I turned on the computer and went online. Aunt Chen was still online, so I told her that my mother had agreed and asked when she would be able to come over to my house to play. Aunt Chen immediately said she could come that day. I thought about it for a moment. My mother had just been exhausted by me yesterday, so she might not have the energy today. Therefore, I asked Aunt Chen to come tomorrow and gave her a rough address. Anyway, I had her phone number, and we could contact her when she arrived. Aunt Chen happily agreed. Seeing that her wish was about to come true, I was also very happy. I closed the chat window and started playing games.

Mom came back at noon, and sure enough, she went to play mahjong. I told her Aunt Chen would be coming tomorrow, and Mom was surprised it was so soon. She said she hadn't prepared anything at home and would go buy some groceries in the afternoon. After lunch, Mom went for a nap, while I continued playing my games. In the afternoon, after Mom woke up, she went out to buy groceries. After dinner, we all went to bed. Everyone knew there would be a big battle tomorrow, so we all tacitly refrained from bothering each other, conserving our energy for tomorrow's game. Thinking about how today was wasted, it's a bit of a shame.

Nothing happened that night. When I woke up the next morning, it was only a little before 9 a.m. Aunt Chen said she would come over for lunch. Since it was still early, I got up, washed up, and played games again. My mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch. It was Aunt Chen's first time visiting my house. Although the relationship between the three of us was quite special and subtle, she was still a guest, and my mother didn't want to be impolite, so she started preparing early in the morning. I wanted to help, but my mother said I didn't need to, so I didn't insist. I played until 11:30 a.m. when Aunt Chen finally called and said she had arrived at a certain station. I knew immediately that it was downstairs from my house, so I put on my pajamas and went downstairs to meet her. My mother started cooking.

As I went downstairs, I saw Aunt Chen looking around at the station. Aunt Chen was dressed very beautifully today, wearing a white round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt, black stockings, a black skirt, and high heels. Although she was 50 years old, she still looked very charming. And if no one pointed it out, you wouldn't guess that Aunt Chen was already 50. I originally wanted to tease Aunt Chen, but seeing that there were many people at the station, I didn't want to be laughed at. I just called out to her from behind. Aunt Chen turned around, saw it was me, and happily walked over, saying things like "It's hot" and "My home is really far away." I casually replied and led her home. As soon as we entered, Aunt Chen warmly called my mother "Big Sister." My mother smiled and invited Aunt Chen to sit down, pouring tea and getting snacks, while leaving me out in the cold. But I didn't mind at all. Watching the two voluptuous women chatting and laughing, I was overjoyed. I was going to enjoy the service of two mature women, including my own mother. Just thinking about it made me excited.

Mom chatted with Aunt Chen for a while, then asked Aunt Chen to wait a moment while she went into the kitchen to cook. Aunt Chen finally turned her attention to me. Seeing that I wasn't talking, she sat down next to me and started chatting. Mom cooked quickly, and after chatting with Aunt Chen for a short while, the food was ready. The three of us then sat down to eat. Being in a good mood meant having a good appetite, and since I had physical labor to do later, I ate a lot. Aunt Chen and Mom, however, were different; they ate and chatted. I finished eating quite a while ago, but they were still eating and talking, which made me very impatient. I didn't want to rush them, so I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, Mom and Aunt Chen had also finished eating and were cleaning up. Seeing me come out, Mom turned to Aunt Chen and asked if she wanted to take a shower too. Aunt Chen said she had showered before coming out, so Mom told her to wait for her in the room while she finished cleaning up and took a shower. After entering the room, Aunt Chen boldly took off her top and skirt. It turned out she was wearing open-crotch stockings, with her underwear over them. It seemed she could just take off her underwear later and enjoy her beautiful legs in the stockings (although Aunt Chen was middle-aged and a bit plump, her legs were absolutely beautiful; it's a pity I didn't take a picture). Then she took off her bra, and seeing her large breasts spill out, I was incredibly excited. My penis started to stir, creating a tent in my underwear. Seemingly pleased with my performance, Aunt Chen smiled at me and... Slowly, I took off her underwear, and her thick pubic hair was instantly revealed before me. I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and embraced her. Then, I sat down on the bed, my hands beginning to wander restlessly over Aunt Chen's body. When my hand touched her genitals, Aunt Chen was already very wet; her vaginal opening was damp and sticky. With a little pressure, my middle finger slid into her vagina. Aunt Chen excitedly twisted her body. Because she was sitting, my finger couldn't penetrate deeply, so I gently pulled her down to lie on my back, and my fingers, once one, became two, fully inserted into her vagina.

As my fingers continued to thrust in and out, Aunt Chen became increasingly excited, gradually beginning to moan, and her vaginal fluids flowed more and more. It was hard to believe that both my mother and Aunt Chen were 50 years old, yet they still had so much vaginal fluid, no less than a young girl. Watching Aunt Chen twist her body, I became increasingly excited. I stood up and took off my underwear. Seeing this, Aunt Chen immediately got up and squatted on the ground, beginning to give me oral sex.

As soon as my penis entered Aunt Chen's mouth, I felt a surge of pleasure. Holding Aunt Chen's head, I began to thrust vigorously. I had been holding back for a long time, and now that I had the chance, I naturally wanted to release my pent-up desire. Besides, I still had to deal with those two older women later, and if I didn't ejaculate first, I definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the torment of those two ravenous women later. So, I not only held Aunt Chen's head and moved back and forth, but I also forcefully thrust my body into Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen, with her head held down, couldn't break free for a moment. Perhaps because she was holding her breath, her face began to turn red, and saliva uncontrollably dripped from her mouth. As for me, the feeling of ejaculation... The urge grew stronger, so I released my grip on Aunt Chen's head, pulled out my penis, and quickly began stroking it with my hand. Aunt Chen took the opportunity to gasp for breath, then stuck out her tongue, opened her mouth, and waited for me to ejaculate. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. My glans went numb, and streams of semen shot out. Perhaps because I didn't control the angle well, very little semen ended up in Aunt Chen's mouth; most of it landed on her face. Aunt Chen kept her eyes closed and mouth open, waiting for me to finish. Then she licked my penis with her mouth before standing up. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe Aunt Chen's face, then lit a cigarette and waited for my mother to come into the room.

Aunt Chen wiped her face with toilet paper, but still seemed uncomfortable. She got up and went to the kitchen, saying she would wash it again with water. I grunted in response and tried to regain my strength while smoking. After I finished my cigarette, Aunt Chen and my mother entered the room at the same time. My mother saw that I was completely naked and probably guessed what had just happened, but she didn't say anything. She just looked a little unhappy, and I thought she might be a little jealous. I wanted to comfort my mother, but seeing that Aunt Chen was also there, I gave up the idea. Anyway, I'll make my mother feel like she's in heaven later, which is probably the best compensation for her.

After Mom and Aunt Chen came in, I finished my cigarette, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I went back into the room, I saw that Mom and Aunt Chen were already lying on the bed. Aunt Chen was as uninhibited as ever, completely naked. Mom, who usually doesn't wear clothes at home, was wearing a bathrobe, though it was practically the same as not wearing anything at all, since it was transparent. Plus, Mom hadn't worn a bra or underwear after washing up, so her private parts were completely exposed, making her even more alluring. Seeing Mom like this, even though I had just ejaculated, I still felt hot all over, but my penis didn't react much. It was mainly my mind that was excited.

Seeing me come in, Mom and Aunt Chen politely moved aside on either side of the bed, making room for me in the middle. I got on the bed without ceremony and lay down between them. Mom was on my right, watching TV absentmindedly, while Aunt Chen was on my left, texting someone on her phone. I knew Mom was a little uncomfortable, so I ignored Aunt Chen, turned to my side, and pulled Mom into my arms. My left hand began to wander restlessly over Mom's body, but she didn't seem to react much, only breathing slightly rapidly. I didn't know if she was embarrassed in front of strangers or if my touch wasn't giving her pleasure. Seeing that Mom wasn't responding, I simply sat up, took off Mom's robe, and lay on top of her, licking her nipples and then kissing my way down until I reached her pubic hair. Mom reacted this time, moaning softly, and her legs gradually parted. Although I had already ejaculated once, seeing Mom's thick pubic hair still made me dizzy, and my emotions surged again, filling me with renewed energy.

(P.S.: I don't know if this counts as a psychological disorder, but I do like women with a lot of pubic hair. I often go out with my colleagues to hire prostitutes and have full services at saunas. I've also discussed this with them, but they can't accept women with a lot of pubic hair. They say they find it disgusting to see pubic hair on both sides of the labia and have no interest in it. But I'm different. The more pubic hair, the more excited I get. Actually, as a man, you'll eventually get tired of the same woman after a long time. I'm the same way. Although the woman is my biological mother, I've maintained a sexual relationship with her for almost 10 years. It's impossible not to get tired of her.) But every time I have sex with my mother, I get very excited and aroused. Partly because of our mother-son relationship, and partly because of the pubic hair on her genitals. Even when I don't want to have sex, just seeing my mother's genitals makes my penis uncontrollably erect. As mentioned before, a big reason I've maintained this sexual relationship with my mother for so many years is because we are incestuous. But now that I think about it, while the word "incest" still holds some attraction for me, the abundant pubic hair on my mother's genitals is also a key factor. If it weren't for the fact that my mother has such an attractive genital area, I don't think I would have... (Not fascinated)

Seeing my mother spread her legs, I habitually took a deep breath between her legs. The fresh scent of shower gel wafted over, instantly invigorating me. I parted her labia hidden beneath her pubic hair, stuck out my tongue, and began licking her clitoris. Aunt Chen, who had stopped playing on her phone, joined in when she saw my mother and I starting. Perhaps knowing my mother was still a little reserved, she opened her mouth and took my mother's nipple into her mouth. With a double attack from above and below, my mother's defenses instantly crumbled, and she began to moan. I looked up at my mother and saw that she had her eyes closed, not daring to look at us. I knew she was still embarrassed, but... Since they didn't stop us, it meant they agreed. So I performed oral sex on my mother even more diligently. Although my mother tried her best to control her moans, her body betrayed her. Her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, and with my saliva, her genitals were already quite wet. At this moment, Aunt Chen released her mouth from my mother's nipple, lay down next to my mother, and spread her legs. Although she didn't say anything, this posture clearly told me that she wanted it too. So I continued to lick my mother's genitals, but my hands were not idle. I stretched out two fingers and gently inserted them into Aunt Chen's vagina.

Aunt Chen's vaginal fluid was very sticky and thick, making my hands slippery, which made thrusting effortless. So, while licking my mother's genitals, I was also fingering Aunt Chen. After a while, I used my hand to stimulate my mother's vagina and my mouth to lick Aunt Chen's vulva. Although the kneeling position was tiring, hearing the moans of the two old women rising and falling filled me with excitement. My penis gradually became hard, but it felt uncomfortable pressing against the bed. So, I looked up and saw that both women were panting, and their genitals were covered in glistening fluid, completely wet. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: I wanted Aunt Chen and Mom to try the 69 position. I wondered what it would be like if they licked each other's genitals. But I immediately dismissed the idea. Mom still wasn't relaxed; she kept her eyes closed, and her moans showed she was trying her best to control herself. Aunt Chen would definitely agree, but I figured Mom would get angry if I asked her to lick another woman's genitals. Luckily, there would be other opportunities. Practice makes perfect. If I had the time and chance, I could invite Aunt Chen over to my house to do it a few more times, and Mom might not feel so embarrassed then.

It was time. Now it was time for the show I'd been waiting for. I sat up, leaning against the headboard. My mom and Aunt Chen, as if on cue, came over and each of them carefully and diligently licked my nipples. A tingling, numb sensation immediately spread throughout my body, and my penis got even harder. But this didn't really solve anything, and after a while, I became numb. So I pressed their heads down towards my penis. Aunt Chen understood and bent down to lick it, while my mom hesitated, unsure if she should join in. I gave her an encouraging look. She hesitated for a moment, then bent down and put her mouth to my penis. By this time, Aunt Chen had licked all around my penis. Then, Mom slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking the spot that Aunt Chen had already licked. I clearly saw Mom frown slightly, perhaps because she was disgusted by Aunt Chen's saliva and thought it was dirty. But Mom didn't stop; she continued to lick carefully, just like before, occasionally swallowing and spitting out the glans. Aunt Chen's movements were basically the same as Mom's, but one licked the left side of my penis, and the other licked the right side; one licked the penis, and the other licked the testicles. I felt so good I almost went to heaven. The feeling of two tongues versus one tongue was so different; it was so much more comfortable than when Mom gave me oral sex. My wish of so many years had finally come true. If it didn't feel so real, I wouldn't know where I was. (P.S.: Unfortunately, I was so caught up in the pleasure that I didn't take any pictures. By the time I remembered, the oral sex was over, and I was too embarrassed to ask them to do it again, so I had to wait for next time.)

After a while of oral sex, my wish was fulfilled, and it was time to get down to business. So I jokingly asked the two of them who wanted to go first. My mother finally spoke up, but she meant that I should go with Aunt Chen first, since she was a guest and such opportunities didn't come often. Seeing how understanding my mother was, I made up my mind to reward her properly later. Aunt Chen couldn't wait any longer. Before I could even turn over, she plopped down on my lap, rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening a few times, and then inserted it. She started moving up and down incessantly. I don't know if it was because Aunt Chen was so wet or her vagina was too loose, but I felt a wet, slippery flesh gripping my penis. There was pleasure, but it wasn't very intense. Anyway, I didn't care; the longer it lasted, the more satisfied these two old women would be. Since I was on the bottom, I didn't need to move much, so I pulled my mother closer. My mother also let go, offering a kiss and sucking my tongue until we were both breathless. Then she knelt on my chest and licked my nipples. Suddenly, I remembered that in porn, one man often serves two women. So I asked my mother to straddle my head so I could use my tongue on her. My mother then sat on my head, facing Aunt Chen. Perhaps to avoid pressing on me, I... I didn't feel much pressure, so I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's still-dripping, wet cunt. Maybe it was too comfortable, or maybe it was because I was sitting so unsteady, but after only a few licks, my mother's body started to sway. So my mother grabbed Aunt Chen's shoulders. Aunt Chen was in the middle of it all, and when she saw a pair of hands touching her shoulders, she didn't care who it was and opened her mouth to kiss my mother's mouth. (PS: Although I couldn't see the actual kiss from my position, judging from their posture, they were definitely kissing. I asked my mother afterward, and she admitted it.) My mother's entire attention was on my tongue. She was startled when someone kissed her out of the blue, and the fact that the other person was a woman made her even more flustered. She half-heartedly agreed to a French kiss with Aunt Chen. Meanwhile, I was enjoying the pleasure on my penis, smelling the fishy, pungent scent coming from my mother's cunt, and licking her cunt. It was incredibly enjoyable.

About ten minutes later, I don't know if Aunt Chen had climaxed or was just tired, but she rolled over and lay down, panting as she said to my mother, "Big sister, come on." My mother's desire was burning so hard that she had nowhere to release it. Hearing Aunt Chen say this, I didn't stand on ceremony and got up to sit between my legs, just like Aunt Chen. My mother is different from others, and I didn't want her to get tired. I had also thought about rewarding her earlier, so I had her lie down and we switched to the missionary position. My mother obediently lay down, and I easily thrust in all the way. As soon as I entered, I felt that my mother's vagina was tighter. Maybe it's because my mother has only been with me for so many years, and the size of her vagina can fit my penis perfectly. Aunt Chen is different; she must have had many men around her, so her vagina feels a bit loose.

As soon as I penetrated her, Mom started her signature moaning. I didn't know if she was moaning because she felt so good, or because seeing her son working so hard on her was stimulating her. In any case, Mom's moans were very powerful, always giving me a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Aunt Chen wasn't idle either. After catching her breath, she lay on Mom's chest, licking back and forth between Mom's nipples, and occasionally turning around to kiss Mom and me. When she got tired, she lay on Mom's lower abdomen, watching the point where Mom and I were joined. This lewd scene made me more and more excited. I thrust a few times hard, pulled out my penis, and brought it to Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen cooperated and opened her mouth to swallow it. Seeing Chen... Auntie was licking my penis while Mom's juices were flowing. I almost couldn't control myself and ejaculated, but thinking that Mom hadn't climaxed yet, I desperately held back the urge to ejaculate. I pulled my penis out of Auntie's mouth and continued to work inside Mom's cunt. After so many years of incest, Mom's body had become very sensitive. In just a short while, Mom was on the verge of climax, and I was at my limit. I was just desperately holding back the urge to ejaculate and thrusting hard into Mom's vagina. Just as Mom screamed and reached her climax, I also roared and ejaculated all my semen into Mom's vagina. Mom started convulsing again, and I pulled my penis out after the throbbing of my penis stopped.

As soon as the penis left my mother's vagina, it brought out a stream of semen mixed with vaginal fluid, with a pungent smell that made me want to vomit. Then, the most shocking scene of the day appeared. I saw Aunt Chen put her mouth to my mother's vaginal opening, stick out her tongue and lick the semen flowing out, swallowing it all. This scene shocked me. I never thought Aunt Chen would be so lewd. Even my mother couldn't swallow the semen flowing out of her vagina, but Aunt Chen did it, and very decisively and skillfully, without the slightest disgust. This greatly changed my opinion of Aunt Chen. (P.S.: Although this part about the double penetration isn't very detailed, it still recreates about 95% of the scene. It's just that I can't remember some of the smaller details. Some readers might say that this part of the main event isn't exciting or seductive enough, but I can't help it. This is all I can write. I've expressed what I needed to express, so please bear with me.)

Mom was still convulsing and had no idea what had happened. By the time she recovered, Aunt Chen had already gone to the bathroom, and I lit a cigarette and leaned against the bed to rest with my eyes closed. Mom saw that I was resting and didn't bother me (actually, I knew as soon as Mom recovered that even though she said her eyes were closed, I could still see everything she did). I got up to go to the bathroom and saw a large wet patch on the bed. I blushed and hurriedly went to the bathroom. Aunt Chen had just gone in a few minutes earlier. I wondered if something erotic had happened between them in the bathroom. Because I knew that the two women's desire hadn't been extinguished by the frenzy just now. Women of that age can't be satisfied with just one orgasm. That's why I even closed my eyes while smoking, taking the opportunity to rest. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to last the second half.

(PS: Many people will say I'm bragging, that I could continue after ejaculating twice. Actually, I'm not bragging. At 223 years old at the time, I could release my pent-up desire on my mother 3 to 4 times a night. Although I was dealing with two women, I still had the energy for another round, it's just that I felt very tired.)

After finishing my cigarette, they still hadn't come in. Then a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I was so tired, not physically, but mentally. Ejaculating twice in a row, satisfying two 50-year-old women, would make any man feel a bit exhausted, and I was no exception. So I was too lazy to even shower and just fell asleep. I didn't even know when the two women came in.

I slept very soundly. When I woke up, it was already getting dark. I hadn't checked the time when I finished at noon, so I didn't know what time it was. When I woke up, I checked the time and it was 6:30 pm. I guess I slept for almost 4 hours. After waking up, I felt completely refreshed. I looked around and saw two women sleeping soundly, naked. My mother was even snoring softly. As the saying goes, when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust. Although I hadn't eaten dinner yet, with my energy restored, I naturally wanted to do something more. Thinking of Aunt Chen's seductive behavior at noon, my penis got hard again. To let my mother sleep a little longer, I set my sights on Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen was lying flat on her back with her legs slightly apart. I lowered my head and smelled her pubic hair; it smelled of shower gel. I gently parted her legs a little and started licking her vulva with my tongue. I hadn't looked at Aunt Chen properly at noon, and now I noticed that her labia were even darker than my mother's. I guess this is what the online enthusiasts call "black fungus." Of course, what attracted me wasn't Aunt Chen's vulva, but her age, her breasts, and her thick pubic hair. Aunt Chen's pubic hair was comparable to my mother's, which was undoubtedly the greatest temptation for a man like me who had a strong preference for women with abundant pubic hair.

After only a few licks, Aunt Chen started to produce fluid, but not much. She was probably still asleep, and it was just a physiological reaction. However, I could still feel that Aunt Chen's vaginal opening was moist, and a fishy smell wafted up. I had looked up information online before, and it was said that a woman's vaginal fluid contains a large number of microorganisms and bacteria. So, since then, I have rarely deliberately drunk the vaginal fluid of my mother or the women around me. Occasionally, when I give them oral sex, I might lick some, but it's acceptable. So, this time, I didn't lick Aunt Chen's vaginal opening either. I just licked her clitoris back and forth. Seeing that her clitoris slowly became engorged and enlarged, and that more and more fluid was flowing from her vagina, I knew that Aunt Chen was awake but pretending to be asleep. It seemed that I had to tease her. So, I put Aunt Chen's vagina in my mouth and gently bit her clitoris with my teeth. Aunt Chen let out an "Ah!" and her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. This not only startled me but also woke up my mother. Seeing my malicious smile, Aunt Chen knew that I had deliberately done something naughty. When Mom woke up and saw me kneeling between Aunt Chen's legs, she roughly knew what had happened. She asked if we were hungry, suggesting we reheat our lunch and eat before playing. I jokingly told Mom to let my brother eat first, and Aunt Chen echoed my sentiment. Mom muttered something under her breath and then fell silent.

Seeing that both women were awake, I asked them if their anuses were satisfied. If so, we could do anal sex. Mom was noncommittal, but Aunt Chen objected, saying she wasn't satisfied and wanted more. I thought for a moment about whether one could have sex in the front and the other in the back, both women at the same time. But then I thought, anuses aren't very clean. Having sex with Mom's anus and then Aunt Chen's vagina would be too dirty. Although I didn't have any feelings for Aunt Chen, I still had to be responsible for her; it wouldn't be good to catch some disease. So I decided to satisfy them first. I told Aunt Chen to go comfort Mom again, but Aunt Chen said I should do it with Mom first. I nodded indifferently, looked at Mom, and she didn't say anything, but gave me the answer with her actions. She silently took out a condom from under the pillow and gently stroked my penis with her hand. When my penis was hard enough, she slowly put the condom on me. Mom is Mom. From taking out the condom to putting it on me, although it didn't take long, the whole process was so gentle and careful. No other woman around me could compare.

After putting on the condom, Mom rolled over and lay face down on the bed, her buttocks sticking up high. With the bedside lamp on, the pubic hair on Mom's anus was particularly clear, which further stimulated my visual nerves. My penis was ready to fight. Although there was lubricant on the condom, I was afraid that Mom would still be in pain, so I bent down and gently licked Mom's anus with my tongue, trying to leave as much saliva as possible on it. Mom's anus opened and closed, cooperating with my tongue to prepare for battle.

Seeing that it was about time, I got up and gently pushed my penis into my mother's anus. Actually, her anus was already accustomed to the size of my penis, but she was still my mother, and I didn't want her to experience any pain. As I inserted it, I asked her how it felt, if it hurt. After receiving a negative answer, I pushed a little harder, and my entire penis went in. My mother let out a soft "hmm." Afraid of hurting her, I waited a while before slowly starting to thrust. At this point, my mother began to moan softly again. Seeing that she didn't seem uncomfortable, I gradually increased the pressure. The anus is different from the vagina; the feeling is indescribable. It felt very tight, but not painful, and the feeling of fullness with each thrust was intense. Stimulated by this pleasure, I increased my speed and strength. I wanted to pierce my mother's anus, and my mother, under the strange pleasure, started to moan loudly. Her vagina slowly began to seep out some vaginal fluid. Aunt Chen, watching from the side, got aroused and reached out to grab my mother's breasts and play with them. While playing with them, she told me to take it easy and not to ejaculate. Of course, I knew that Aunt Chen was afraid that I would not be able to satisfy her later, so I told her not to worry and focused on fucking my mother's anus. As for what Aunt Chen and my mother were doing in front, from my angle, I could only see Aunt Chen grabbing my mother's breasts and kneading them. I couldn't see anything else. However, in my mother's position, Aunt Chen couldn't do anything fancy.

After about 15 minutes, Mom said she couldn't take it anymore, so I immediately pulled out my penis. Seeing how red and swollen her anus was, I felt a pang of heartache. I could never maintain a calm attitude while playing sex games with Mom. Every time, no matter which hole I penetrated, I felt incredibly excited, and my body would thrust uncontrollably. This time was no different. After confirming that Mom had had enough, I set my sights on Aunt Chen. When Aunt Chen saw me looking at her, she lay on the bed and raised her buttocks. Of course, I knew she didn't want me to penetrate her anus, so I pulled out my... I rubbed my penis against Aunt Chen's vaginal opening a few times with the condom, then forcefully thrust it in. Aunt Chen let out an "Ah!" and then started moaning, saying things like, "Good son, it's so deep! Good son, harder!" She made all the sounds she usually made when she was with her son. I didn't hold back and thrust in and out of Aunt Chen's vagina with wide, forceful strokes (photo attached). While I was doing it, I observed my mother's condition. Seeing that my mother was just lying flat on the bed resting and didn't seem to be in any particular discomfort, I felt relieved and my attention returned to Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen's body moved back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts, and each time I reached her cervix, what they call the "flower core" in novels—that little tuft of flesh deep inside the vagina. With this force and speed, even Aunt Chen, a seasoned womanizer, was starting to feel it. Her vagina was contracting and expanding (PS: Apparently, some women really do experience this before orgasm, with their vaginas contracting and expanding as described in novels, a very noticeable sensation, but I didn't feel it with my mother. It seems there's some truth to novels). She was mumbling incoherently, saying things like "faster," "don't stop," etc., knowing that Aunt Chen... Auntie was close to climaxing, so I sped up. The urge to ejaculate intensified, and I gripped her buttocks, thrusting vigorously about ten times before ejaculating. Because I'd slept for several hours, my testicles had ample time to produce sperm, resulting in a large ejaculation. As I ejaculated, I felt Auntie's vagina twitching; she had also climaxed. Thankfully, I satisfied her; otherwise, I don't know how much more she would have tormented me. Although young people have boundless energy, ejaculating three times within a few hours is a bit much even for someone of my strength.

After finishing, I pulled out my penis. Auntie rolled over and lay on the bed, panting heavily. Semen flowed from her vagina, soaking the bed. My mother and I didn't care; we were already planning to throw the sheets away anyway. When Mom saw that we were finished, she gently took out a wet wipe and cleaned my penis. As for Aunt Chen, Mom hesitated for a moment and still didn't clean her up. Aunt Chen rested for a while and recovered from her orgasm. Seeing the mess under her, she smiled embarrassedly, got up and went to the bathroom. Mom massaged my whole body and asked me if I was tired. I said I was okay, just a little hungry. When she heard me say that, Mom prepared to put on her bathrobe and go to the kitchen to heat up the food. I told Mom that I still preferred Mom without clothes. Mom smiled shyly, threw the bathrobe in my face, and turned to go into the kitchen.

When I came out of the shower, Mom had already heated up the food. After an afternoon of hard work, the three of us had grown closer. Mom wasn't as cautious as she had been in the morning. The three of us, naked, sat around the table and ate happily. As we ate, Aunt Chen praised my mom's cooking and her skills in bed, saying she was much better than her son. I smiled and didn't say anything, just focused on eating my food. I was really hungry, and having ejaculated three times that afternoon, I had lost interest in these teasing words. Mom, on the other hand, was in good spirits, just like at noon, chatting with Aunt Chen as they ate. By the time we finished eating, it was already past 8 p.m. Aunt Chen got dressed and prepared to go home. Seeing that it was getting late, even though the bus stop was downstairs, I put on my pajamas to show the gentlemanly manners I should have and saw Aunt Chen downstairs to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, Aunt Chen said, still wanting more, that I could call her anytime I missed her. Of course, I hoped so. Seeing that I nodded in agreement, Aunt Chen happily got on the bus and left.

When I got home, Mom had already finished tidying up and was about to take a shower. Seeing me come in, she said, "Are you satisfied now?" Of course I said I was, but I didn't want this to be the last time—though I only thought that to myself. Seeing Mom go to shower, I sat down at the computer out of boredom. I didn't want to play games, afraid of losing track of time; I had to go to work on Monday. So I chose a few songs to listen to. When Mom came out, I went in and took a quick shower too. When I came out, Mom was already asleep. Everyone was tired after a long afternoon. Afraid of disturbing her if I slept next to her, I didn't go to her bed. I just took a blanket and pillow and spread them on the floor, lay down, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Postscript:

I just turned 30 on June 10th, 2012, and my mother is already 57. Although we still maintain our incestuous relationship, it's not as frequent as before. I'm getting married next year, and my mother has said that our incestuous relationship will end after I get married. Actually, in the 10 years of our incestuous relationship, I can't even tell whether I love my mother as a woman or just her body. But I'm sure that although I've vented my frustrations on my mother for 10 years, the familial love has always remained. Sometimes when I see my mother's hair starting to turn gray and the wrinkles slowly creeping onto her face, my heart aches. I really want to say thank you to my mother, but I can't bring myself to say it. It's been a full 20 years since my mother's divorce. My mother has dedicated 20 years of her life to me, providing for me in every way—life, work, relationships, and even physical needs. I've felt her deep maternal love. Whether I see her as family, a lover, or an outlet for my desires, none of that matters to her. What matters most is that her son has grown up, started a family, and established himself. More than physical or sensual satisfaction, I think my mother wants to see my growth. She knows I'll write about this experience and will see this article. Since I can't say thank you in person, I'll say it here: Thank you, Mom, thank you for all your years of care and concern, thank you for your selfless dedication and sacrifice. Your son has grown up, and you will have a peaceful and happy old age.

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I'm from Wuhan, my surname is Wang, and I'm thirty years old. My mother's surname is Liu, a very common surname. When I was ten, my father had an affair, and my parents' marriage ended. I was awarded to my mother by the court; she was only thirty-seven years old then. From then on, my mother and I depended on each other for survival. In early 1990s China, the living standards of ordinary people were generally low. My mother, with a monthly salary of less than 1,000 yuan and the 50 yuan my irresponsible father gave me each month for living expenses, supported the family. From having only a black-and-white television, we gradually acquired a telephone, air conditioner, color TV, and refrigerator. It must be said that my mother was very strong and capable. While working hard, she never forgot to take care of my daily needs and show me warmth and care. From that time on, I vowed that when I grew up, I would take good care of my mother.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. My mother has gone from a beautiful, vibrant young wife to a middle-aged woman with graying temples. But in my eyes, she remains the most beautiful and best woman in the world. She has given everything for me and for this family. Under her loving care, I have grown from a naive boy into a tall and handsome young man. Because of her strict upbringing, I developed good habits and successfully gained admission to a well-known university after graduating from high school. Through my own efforts, I also obtained a professional certificate as a mechanical and electrical engineer with excellent grades. After graduation, I successfully entered the largest state-owned enterprise in China: Wuhan Iron and Steel Group Corporation (Wuhan Steel Group Corporation, the largest state-owned steel enterprise in China). Within a year of joining the factory, my familiarity with the electromechanical equipment and my professional knowledge impressed the factory leaders, who, for the first time ever, allowed me to participate in the training and examination for senior engineers (it takes at least six years to advance from junior to senior, with upgrades every three years; from junior to intermediate, three years later, intermediate to senior). I did not disappoint the factory leaders, jumping from junior engineer to senior engineer in one fell swoop, and my annual salary increased from 55,000 to 150,000. Seeing the gratified smile on my mother's face, I knew my efforts had not been in vain. This was exactly what I needed and hoped for. I had a job that others envied, I could make my vow a reality, and I could let my mother enjoy her later years in peace.

In the eyes of outsiders, our family is relatively harmonious and happy. Although I haven't dated or gotten married yet, with my income, I can afford to live a relatively luxurious life with my mother. I thought I would live out my life in this peaceful and happy way: dating, getting married, having children, becoming a grandfather, and then waiting to die in a hospital bed. But imagination and reality are always very different. Something unexpected happened that completely changed the trajectory of my life. Although I am not much different now than I was ten years ago, still earning a high salary and living a luxurious life, my essence has been completely changed. I am no longer a simple young man with lofty ambitions, but a shameless rogue and a complete scoundrel.

It was a little over a year after I started working at the factory. Everything had settled into a routine; my work and income were relatively stable, except that I hadn't been in a relationship. It was hard to imagine a man nearing twenty-two still being a virgin. It wasn't that I didn't want to be in a relationship, but I simply didn't have the time or energy. Although I wasn't in a relationship, my desire for women's bodies was stronger than anyone else's. Like other people my age, my biggest pastime was sitting in front of the computer, chatting, playing games, and watching porn. Every time I lay in bed, I would masturbate while fantasizing about having sex with a woman. Gradually, my sexual fantasy object became my mother, that woman with graying hair and an aging face. Although I knew it was wrong, fantasizing about having sex with my mother gave me immense pleasure, not just physically, but also psychologically.

I wanted to have sex with my mother; I wanted to possess her body. This perverted and immoral beastly thought arose deep within me. Driven by this filthy thought, I began to pay attention to everything about my mother. My mother looks very ordinary, a typical housewife. Her figure has also changed; she's become a bit overweight and her face is aging. She would definitely not attract attention on the street. But in my eyes, my mother has a unique charm. Perhaps it's because I've had a strong Oedipus complex since I was a child. Even now, at thirty years old, I still have a strong desire for older women.

I started paying attention to my mother's daily life, fantasizing that I could see her underwear in the bathroom and leave my semen on it, like in the incest novels online, or wake up in the middle of the night to see her masturbating and hear her moans. But I didn't succeed. My mother never left her underwear behind when she showered; she always washed it while showering. I never saw her masturbate. I tried staying up for several nights in a row, just waiting outside her bedroom door, but I couldn't hear any sound or movement. Sometimes I would quietly open her bedroom door, but I still couldn't see her masturbating. They say women are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and suck the earth dry in their fifties. My mother was in her prime, but she didn't show any strong sexual desire. This made me very disappointed. I was so disappointed that I almost gave up my perverted and beastly thoughts about my mother, only fantasizing about having sex with her every time I masturbated.

Another six months passed. One summer night, as usual, I fantasized about my mother's body and vagina. After masturbating, I fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, I felt restless and thirsty, so I got up to go to the kitchen for a drink of water. But when I opened my eyes, I found my mother riding on top of me, making love to me. I thought I was dreaming, so I blinked hard. It was indeed my mother. Her movements were very gentle, going up and down. Perhaps she was afraid of waking me. When she sat down, she didn't put her buttocks on my stomach. She would stop when she was almost done, then go up again and sit down again. My mother's posture and movements must have been very tiring. First, she had to make sure she didn't wake me up, and then she had to use her legs to support her entire body balance. She also had to hold back her moans. Just thinking about it makes me realize how hard it must have been. After a brief moment of shock, I also felt a surge of pleasure. I reached out and grabbed my mother's breasts. She didn't know I was awake. When my hands touched her breasts, I clearly felt her body tremble and stop moving. She sat on my stomach, staring blankly at me. I could clearly feel her body shaking, as if she were frightened. To avoid embarrassing her, I didn't make a sound. Instead, I moved my hands from her breasts to her buttocks and forcefully lifted them up, then immediately lowered them again, responding to her movements. Sure enough, after a few movements, she finally started moving again. This time, she wasn't squatting, but kneeling. Her movements changed from up-and-down thrusting to rocking back and forth. I could clearly feel the head of my penis pressing against her cervix. Only then did I begin to savor the sensation. Her vagina was very tight and very wet. While she was still stunned, I could already feel my pubic hair getting wet—not just damp, but already clumped together from being soaked in her fluids. And now, my mother had let go... The amount of fluid was terrifying. After a few minutes, I could no longer feel the two labia of her vagina gripping me; it just felt like my penis was being inserted into a warm water hole. Even my testicles were soaked with her fluids. But because the lights were off, I couldn't see my mother's breasts and vagina clearly. My mother and I became increasingly excited under these circumstances. My mother started moaning and groaning, while I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Just as I was about to lose control, my mother's moans grew louder, and her breathing became more rapid. I knew it was time. I relaxed my hips and waist at the same time, and a thick stream of semen shot into my mother's vagina. My mother reached orgasm at the moment I ejaculated, and then collapsed on top of me like a dead person, convulsing uncontrollably. My mother and I were both panting, not because I was tired, but because it was normal panting after release. My mother was panting heavily while convulsing. We didn't say a word throughout the whole process, probably because of the awkwardness. We couldn't even see each other's expressions clearly, but we both experienced immense satisfaction.

After Mom had rested enough, she got up, covered her genitals with her hand, and went to the bathroom. I lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it. I never imagined my virginity would end with Mom, nor that I would take her body in this way. Incest between mother and son had happened to me. The gloom of the past six months vanished, and the psychological repression disappeared. Although I felt a strong sense of guilt afterward, I didn't regret it. This was the dual satisfaction of mind and body that I had always sought. Now that my dream had come true, what more could I ask for?

After Mom finished washing up, she didn't return to my bed. She hurriedly went into her room and closed the door. I knew that after Mom was physically satisfied, she couldn't get over her own psychological issues because she had initiated sexual relations with her son. So I didn't go into the room to talk to Mom. After finishing my cigarette, I went to the bathroom to wash up and then went to bed.

After that incident, my mother was afraid to face me for a long time. The atmosphere at home suddenly changed, becoming cold and distant, and I felt like a stranger. I didn't know how to improve this oppressive and unsettling atmosphere. I just became more attentive to my mother in daily life. I, who never did housework before, started to learn to do it myself—washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning, and so on. I did as much as I could. Perhaps I always felt guilty towards my mother, even though it was she who initiated it. After that encounter, I still felt a deep sense of guilt. I felt that I was the one who made my mother so taciturn. So, to make my mother happy again, I took over almost all the housework. And my efforts were not in vain. My mother's attitude and emotions towards me changed significantly, and she had a long talk with me after dinner one evening.

My mother first told me that what happened that time was wrong, and told me how much she loved me. What I couldn't have imagined was that while I was watching her every move, she was also watching me. She knew every time I masturbated. When I learned that so many years of being single had extinguished all her passion, and that she hadn't chosen to remarry for my sake, I immediately comforted her, expressed my understanding of her actions, and told her all my innermost thoughts. My mother, like me, didn't know that while she was watching me, I was also watching her. After we both opened up our inner worlds and poured out all our thoughts, we both laughed. It turned out that all along, my mother and I had deeply loved each other, with familial love, romantic love, and a strong physical desire for each other. My mother had already made up her mind when she divorced that she would give her body and soul to her only son. If she had known this earlier, why would she have struggled in pain and inner conflict?

That conversation was successful; Mom became cheerful again. To my delight, she was more beautiful than before, at least that's what I thought. She also started to care more about dressing up. What made me even happier was that I could finally insert my penis into Mom's vagina without any guilt. Watching my strict and demanding mother, who had always been strict with me, moan and cry out beneath me, watching my own mother's juices flow freely as my penis thrust in and out—the thrill and satisfaction were so intense that just thinking about it made my blood boil. I didn't know what adjectives to use to express the unparalleled feeling in my heart. It felt like I had gained the whole world, making me feel completely relaxed.

Happy times always pass quickly, always leaving a lingering aftertaste. For three whole years, during those three years of opening our hearts to each other, except for her period, we indulged in revelry almost every night. Mom transformed from a traditional woman who knew nothing into a wanton harlot—of course, she only acted this way in front of her son. In the summer, my mother would draw the curtains at home, take off all her clothes, and do whatever she wanted without wearing any. In her words, it was so that her son could have sex with her whenever he wanted. I've lost count of how many times I've made love with my mother—in bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, at the dining table, even while she was cooking. Whenever I was in the mood, she would unconditionally satisfy me. Her vagina always seemed wet, like it had never been dry. I can't remember if I ejaculated more inside her or in her mouth, nor how many times she'd had orgasms from my large penis. I only know that in these three years, my mother has given me everything. She's done things that are rarely even seen in porn without hesitation, from the initial cautious and somewhat clumsy oral sex to deep throat, from only knowing the man-on-top or woman-on-top positions to now being adept at any position, from initially ejaculating inside her to… Now, with oral sex and anal sex, my mother's changes are obvious, but my changes are even more astonishing. Ever since I gave my virginity to my mother, I've completely changed. I've become vulgar, lewd, and shameless. At the factory, I'm still a Party member, a good comrade and a good employee in everyone's eyes. Outside, I'm a complete hooligan. Since tasting the sweetness of my mother, I've led a decadent private life. Although I have a girlfriend who is good-looking, has a good figure, and comes from a good family, and with my mother as a spice, I'm still not satisfied. From streetwalkers to hairdressers, from brothels to saunas, from bars to KTVs, from one-night stands to regular lovers, I've tried almost everything, all for the satisfaction of that cock between my legs. I've completely transformed from a simple young man into an experienced hooligan.

I didn't hide these changes from my mother. Since that long talk, there were no more secrets between us. She knew about every woman I had. My understanding mother didn't object to my actions. Every time she found out I had a new woman, she would just smile faintly and tell me to be careful. This touched me deeply. To avoid upsetting or making her jealous, I worked even harder in bed. Every time I saw her body convulsing during orgasm, I knew that my greatest love in this life was still my mother's body—something no other woman could replace.

By chance, I joined a QQ group called "Wife-Swapping and Mother-Swapping Club." Initially, I joined out of curiosity. Seeing mothers and sons, couples who had swapped partners chatting and talking freely in the group made me feel disgusted. How could my wife and mother be allowed to sleep with others? Even if I were to sleep with someone else's wife or mother, it was still unacceptable to me. Just as I was about to leave the group, a woman messaged me. Looking at her profile, I saw she was about my mother's age, in her early fifties, and also the group admin. I politely started chatting with her. This woman's surname was Chen (hereinafter referred to as Aunt Chen). We initially exchanged greetings and chatted casually, but the deeper our conversation went, the more I realized her experiences were similar to mine. So, after confirming she was a woman via video call, I told her my own story. Seeing my sincerity, Aunt Chen finally got to the point. It turned out she and her son were the group admins and had engaged in swapping experiences at least ten times. Coincidentally, they were also from Wuhan. Aunt Chen asked if I wanted to swap, saying her son was tired of her body and wanted a change. After their first reluctant swap, Aunt Chen had enjoyed it and became enthusiastic about swapping mothers, or rather, swapping sons.

I told her my thoughts, saying I couldn't accept my mother being with another man. Although I could also have sex with other men's mothers at the same time, I still couldn't do it; it would hurt my heart. Seeing that I disagreed, Aunt Chen started working on me, even calling her son into the video call to help persuade me. To show her sincerity, Aunt Chen even took off her top and showed me her family's household registration booklet and her and her son's ID cards in the video. After confirming that they were indeed mother and son, and after carefully admiring Aunt Chen's slightly sagging breasts for a while, my heart started to waver. I told Aunt Chen that I needed to discuss it with my mother and ask for her opinion. Aunt Chen then gave me her phone number, telling me to contact her anytime if I needed anything. After taking a few more glances at Aunt Chen's breasts, I reluctantly turned off the video call, thinking about how to convince my mother to agree to the swap.

After dinner and a shower that evening, seeing the burning look in my mother's eyes, I knew my chance had come. Perhaps this was the only way to get her to agree. So, after she got into bed, I gently helped her take off all her clothes and, as usual, took a deep breath between her legs. This had become a habit of mine before making love with my mother. The mixture of the fresh scent of shower gel and the fishy smell of her vaginal fluids was enough to drive any man crazy. My mother is almost 51 years old. Her skin is very fair, not as smooth as a young girl's, but not bad either; at least I think it feels quite nice to the touch. Her figure isn't particularly great, but I'm infatuated with her body. My mother's breasts aren't large; she was probably a B cup when she was younger, and now they've started to sag. Her nipples are dark brown; I don't know if it's from sucking too much when I was little or later. Her slightly protruding belly and thick pubic hair, starting a little below her navel and extending to her buttocks and anus (photo attached), are the main reasons I'm fascinated by my mother's body. The fishy, pungent smell emanating from her vagina and the large patch of dark pubic hair between her legs... I don't need a... The stimulation from the play had my penis ready for battle, but I didn't want to get to the point so quickly, because I had a purpose today. So I started giving my mother oral sex. As soon as the salty, slightly fishy liquid entered my mouth, my mother began to moan, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from her vagina. Everyone says that young girls are wet and have tight vaginas, but in my opinion, my mother's vagina is no less than that of any teenage or twenty-year-old girl. In porn, the actresses' vaginal fluids at most only flow to the vaginal opening, but my mother's vaginal fluids can flow all the way to her anus and even drip onto the bed. Of all the women I've had, my mother's vagina isn't the tightest, but it has the most vaginal fluids. Maybe having sex with her own son is more exciting.

I turned to my side, licking my mother's clitoris with my tongue while inserting my right middle and ring fingers into her vagina. Under the double stimulation, my mother's moans grew louder, her buttocks arched upwards, and her hands groaned haphazardly on the bed. Seeing my mother's frenzy, I gave up giving her oral sex and focused on digging and probing inside her vagina with my two fingers. Perhaps I didn't find the G-spot mentioned in porn, and unfortunately, I didn't see the legendary squirting, but I still managed to give my mother an orgasm. Her vagina was already soaking wet, and some of the dried vaginal fluid had turned milky white. Watching my mother convulsing, I put the two fingers I had pulled out under my nose and smelled them. A nauseating odor made me frown. I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table and wiped myself haphazardly before waiting for my mother to recover.

It was twenty minutes later when Mom had fully recovered from her orgasm. I gently stroked her body, thinking about how to bring up the idea of swapping. My face was facing her, and when she saw me looking at her after she recovered, she blushed and asked me what was wrong. Actually, I was thinking about something and hadn't been looking at her at all. Her question brought me back to my senses. Seeing her lingering gaze, I almost gave up on the idea of swapping. But when I thought of Aunt Chen's voluptuous body and her vagina, which I hadn't seen yet, I became incredibly excited. So I rolled over and pinned Mom down, and my penis easily slid deep into her vagina. Tonight, I had planned to use my big penis to make Mom beg for mercy before bringing up the swapping idea. Plus, I had just thought of Aunt Chen's voluptuous breasts. With these two stimulations, I started thrusting wildly as soon as I entered Mom's vagina (photo attached). For more than ten minutes, I fucked Mom until her eyes rolled back and she had at least two orgasms before I finally ejaculated.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina, quickly placed some toilet paper under her buttocks, and watched the semen gushing out, watching her body still convulsing and trembling. I felt immense satisfaction once again. My mother was unconscious, her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. I started thinking again about how to bring up the idea of swapping partners with her. It was a truly agonizing and troublesome matter. The agonizing part was offering my mother's hands to another man, and the troublesome part was figuring out how to convince her to agree.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, showering while thinking about what to say. After showering, I went into the room and saw my mother getting out of bed to shower. Seeing her satisfied expression, I thought it might work. After she finished showering and came into the room, I eagerly pulled her onto the bed and told her my idea. My mother looked very surprised. In my memory, this was the first time she had such an expression since we had been intimate. No matter how bad I became, she would only smile faintly. I never expected that this exchange idea would cross her bottom line. For a moment, I felt like a child who had done something wrong, hanging my head and waiting for my mother's punishment.

After a brief silence, my mother spoke, asking me why I had such an idea. I then told her everything that had happened online. After listening, my mother was silent for a long time again. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive. On one hand, I didn't want my mother to be with another man, but on the other hand, I was somewhat hopeful that my mother would agree to this. With conflicted feelings, I anxiously waited for my mother's answer. My

mother leaned against the headboard, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep, while I was like an ant on a hot pan, even my hand that was smoking was trembling uncontrollably. After a long sigh, Mom finally opened her eyes. Seeing my expectant gaze, she nodded in agreement, but also made a few demands: 1. Condoms must be used when having sex with Aunt Chen's son. It's not about being afraid of pregnancy, but for safety; Mom had already had a tubal ligation. 2. No perverted or excessive behavior; it must be just a simple act of sex. 3. The two pairs of mothers and sons must have sex in separate rooms, not together, and not in our house or anyone else's house. I wholeheartedly agreed to this. Watching another man have sex with my mother would drive me crazy, or at least I might not be able to get an erection. 4. No photos or videos allowed. When Mom and I have sex, if we're in the mood, we sometimes take photos or record videos. Mom enjoys watching these photos and videos alone. She says seeing her son's prowess in the videos gives her a great sense of satisfaction, so she's afraid that if someone takes pictures or records videos and posts them online, she'll be too ashamed to face anyone. 5. "For my sake, you can agree to this once, but only once, and not a second time."

After hearing my mother's request, I felt it wasn't unreasonable. Thinking that Aunt Chen and her son probably wouldn't refuse, I nodded in agreement. I originally wanted to call Aunt Chen immediately, but seeing that it was late, I excitedly held my mother and fell asleep.

Nothing happened that night. The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to turn on the computer. I saw that Aunt Chen was indeed online, so I told her about my mother's request from the previous night, as well as some of my worries and concerns. Aunt Chen is a very understanding person. After listening, she immediately said that everything would be based on my mother and son. That is, when my mother is with her son, my mother would be the priority, and when I am with Aunt Chen, I would be the priority. Aunt Chen only had one request, the same as my mother's: no excessive or perverted behavior. She could accept other foreplay and variations. To show their sincerity, they would cover the cost of the hotel room, and the hotel would definitely not be low-class. Seeing the enthusiastic mother and son, my enthusiasm was also ignited. My previously conflicted feelings became lighter, and after discussing the relevant matters, we set a date to meet two weeks later.

The two-week wait was anxious and long. During those two weeks, I had more in-depth conversations with Aunt Chen and her son. I found that they were truly sincere and open-minded people. They didn't talk much about the swapping, but instead chatted with my mother and me about everyday things, encouraging my mother to let go of her psychological burden. I also discovered that Aunt Chen's son was quite a handsome young man, which put my mind at ease. If my mother were to be with a man I found disgusting, I think I would have a lifelong regret. After talking with Aunt Chen, my mother gradually relaxed and wasn't as resistant as before. I could even tell from her expression that she was somewhat looking forward to the swapping, which made me restless. I wanted to find some time to talk to my mother properly; I didn't want her to be seduced by another man. To my surprise, my understanding mother had already seen through my worries and anxieties. She told me that she wasn't attracted to Aunt Chen's son, but was just a little nervous about the exchange. In her heart, I would always be number one, and she wouldn't have sex with any other man besides me and the man she was exchanging with. Aunt Chen's son would only have sex once, which relieved my anxiety. I also felt ashamed that I had so many women, while my mother only had me as her man. I was the one who suggested the exchange, and yet I didn't trust my mother. How selfish of me!

The exciting day finally arrived. Two weeks later, one evening, the four of us met at the pre-arranged location and had dinner together. Aunt Chen was dressed beautifully, wearing a white t-shirt and a tight skirt that only reached her knees. A woman in her fifties, she looked quite young when she dressed up. Her son was also dressed very formally, in a light blue short-sleeved shirt and dark trousers. In comparison, my mother and I were dressed casually, which made us look less formal. We had a great time chatting during dinner, without any of the awkwardness of meeting for the first time. My mother and Aunt Chen were like old friends, chatting enthusiastically. Aunt Chen's son and I even exchanged experiences about incest and online dating. When Aunt Chen learned that I had bought a house and a car at such a young age, and was a senior engineer in a state-owned enterprise, she praised me for being capable and said my mother was lucky. Seeing the slightly proud smile on my mother's face, I knew that all my hard work had been worthwhile.

The meal lasted almost two hours. By the time Aunt Chen paid the bill, it was nearly eight o'clock. Led by Aunt Chen, the four of us took two taxis to a relatively upscale hotel in Wuhan and booked two adjacent rooms. When we entered the room, my mother and I exchanged glances. Seeing my mother's reluctant expression, I suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if we were parting forever. Just like that, I was giving my mother away to another man. My heart ached, but things had already progressed this far, and it was impossible to give up now. So I nodded slightly to my mother, using my eyes to tell her that I would always be by her side. My mother understood my feelings and nodded back. She and Aunt Chen's son went into the room first.

I followed Aunt Chen into a room next door. My first impression upon entering was that, apart from the room and bed being larger than those in other hotels, there wasn't anything particularly special about it. The bathroom was right outside the door, and the room only had a TV—albeit an LCD one—along with internet access, a bedside lamp, and an automatic mahjong table. Condoms, drinks, and snacks were all available in other hotels. I couldn't understand how such an ordinary hotel could be considered a star-rated hotel, but since I wasn't paying, after a brief moment of reflection, I focused my attention on Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen was very generous. Because it was summer, she took off her outer clothes and skirt after entering the room, leaving only her bra and panties. I had noticed from her t-shirt that she was wearing a black lace bra when we met, and now that she had taken it off, it was indeed true—a black lace bra and panties, clearly a matching set. I also noticed that Aunt Chen had a lot of pubic hair, as I could see the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties and the dark patch above them. Aunt Chen smiled happily when she saw me staring at her intently, almost drooling. She then offered to shower with me, but I suddenly remembered something and told her to shower first. We had plenty of time in the evening, and we could shower together later. Aunt Chen didn't say anything and went into the bathroom.

After hearing the water, I quickly hid my wallet in a well-hidden spot and sent a text message to my mother as fast as I could, telling her to also put away her valuables. It was our first time meeting them, and we were already in a hotel room; it was better to be careful. I didn't want to end up losing more than I gained. Losing valuables was one thing, but losing both the woman and my belongings, and even causing my mother to lose her virginity, was unforgivable. In the text, I repeatedly reminded my mother to be vigilant and leave the room immediately if anything seemed amiss. Only after receiving my mother's reply did I feel relieved and put my phone under my pillow, putting it on vibrate.

Aunt Chen showered quickly, coming out in just a few minutes. She wasn't wearing underwear anymore, just a bath towel draped over her body. Looking at her mature body, I really wanted to pin her down on the bed and fuck her right away, but it was still early, and I had enough self-control. So, in front of Aunt Chen, I took off all my clothes. Seeing my erect, nearly two-and-a-half-inch-long penis, Aunt Chen lost her composure, repeatedly saying how long and big it was. I smiled proudly and went into the bathroom. Actually, I had showered before leaving, but I had sweated a little while eating, so I just rinsed off quickly and washed my penis carefully before coming out.

I didn't wear a bath towel; I came out naked. Seeing Aunt Chen already leaning against the bed naked, my penis, which had already softened, started to stir again. When Aunt Chen saw me come out, she patted the bed, gesturing for me to get in too. Strangely enough, even though I'm usually quite the ladies' man, having been with all sorts of women and seen all kinds of situations, I was like a child in front of Aunt Chen. I did whatever she said, completely lacking my own opinions. To avoid remaining in this numb and stiff state, I lit a cigarette. As I inhaled the smoke, I began to relax slowly, gently leaning back on the bed, enjoying the ease the cigarette brought me.

Seeing that I was in bed, Aunt Chen obediently rested her head on my shoulder and started chatting with me. The topic was nothing more than sexual pleasure, such as how she and my mother usually played, what positions they used, what kinds of games they had tried, etc. While chatting, she gently stroked my body with her hands. I enjoyed the pleasure brought to me by the cigarette and Aunt Chen's hands, and told her all the little things about being with my mother. The more Aunt Chen listened, the more excited she became. Her hands, which had been gently stroking me, became more forceful, and her breathing gradually became heavier. Finally, she simply grabbed my already hard penis and started stroking it up and down.

Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just Aunt Chen using her hands. I stubbed out my cigarette and whispered in Aunt Chen's ear, "Use your mouth." Aunt Chen then leaned down and swallowed my penis whole. Aunt Chen's oral sex skills are excellent; she's skilled at sucking, licking, and swallowing. Especially when she licks, she licks from below my testicles all the way to the glans, and immediately after that, she does a deep throat. It feels so good that I feel like I'm going to ejaculate after just a few strokes. After getting Aunt Chen's consent, I yelled and ejaculated all my semen into Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen is indeed a master; while I was ejaculating, her tongue kept licking my urethra, and her mouth was sucking my penis tightly, as if she wanted to drain me dry.

I ejaculated a lot this time, more than I've ever done in my life. I estimate it lasted about half a minute. After I finished, my penis was still throbbing in Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen didn't spit it out immediately, but continued to gently lick it with her tongue, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm. She only spat it out when my penis stopped throbbing. I thought she would eat my semen, but she spat it into a trash can next to the bed, which disappointed me a bit. However, being able to give Aunt Chen oral sex was still a kind of enjoyment. No woman around me could do such amazing oral sex skills, not even the trained girls in saunas. I guess I'm lucky to have met such a top-notch mature woman. If I had too high expectations, I might have lost more.

After resting for a bit, I got up and went to the bathroom. I quickly rinsed myself off and thoroughly washed my penis with shower gel. When I came out, I saw Aunt Chen had already turned on the TV and was watching it casually. Seeing me, she asked if I was enjoying it. I sincerely praised her, and she was very happy to hear that. She said that apart from her son, who was already used to it, no man could last more than 5 minutes in her mouth. Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, I still had to admit that Aunt Chen's oral sex skills were absolutely top-notch, so I didn't argue with her. I lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it.

Because I had just ejaculated, I couldn't do it for a while. Aunt Chen was a very understanding woman. She gently rested her head on my shoulder, chatting with me casually while watching the boring TV. At that moment, I forgot about my mother, forgot about everything. It was as if all my burdens and pressures had suddenly disappeared. I just wanted to hold her like that forever.

After chatting for over an hour, Aunt Chen couldn't hold back any longer. She placed her hand on my penis again, gently pulled back the foreskin, and found a little semen inside. Aunt Chen lowered her head and smelled it, then swallowed my penis in one gulp. Although I wasn't really ready to do it yet, I didn't want to give up this great opportunity, so I lifted Aunt Chen's head with my hand, rolled over, and pinned her down. Only now can I truly appreciate Aunt Chen's body. Her skin is very smooth, smoother than my mother's, perhaps because it's often moisturized by men's semen. However, her skin isn't as fair as my mother's, probably because my mother stays at home most of the time and rarely goes out. Her breasts are very large, more than twice the size of my mother's, and they've started to sag. Her nipples are also dark brown and quite long. Her lower abdomen is also a bit protruding. Her pubic hair is very similar to my mother's, thick and abundant, no wonder her underwear can't cover it. Both sides of her labia are covered in pubic hair. I've always liked women with a lot of pubic hair, and seeing so much pubic hair now makes me even more excited. Her labia are a little dark, but the vaginal opening inside is pink. Overall, Aunt Chen's figure is better and fuller than my mother's, who has started to gain weight.

I took a deep breath between Aunt Chen's legs. The pungent smell of her vaginal fluid excited me. I stuck out my tongue and licked it; it was salty with a slightly fishy taste. It seems that the vaginal fluid of middle-aged women all tastes pretty much the same. Aunt Chen was already aroused and began to moan softly. Her vaginal fluid was flowing more and more. I had never seen such a slutty woman before. She was already wet before anything even happened. So I started to give Aunt Chen oral sex. Of course, I didn't eat her vaginal fluid like in novels. I just licked her clitoris back and forth with my tongue. Aunt Chen's clitoris was already large, and with the stimulation of my tongue, it became even larger. It felt like a man's penis, slowly becoming erect. Aunt Chen's moans grew louder and louder. Her moans were very beautiful, like sounds coming from her nose, thin and high-pitched, making one's bones go weak. I think every man would be unable to resist such moans, and I was no exception. I originally wanted to finger Aunt Chen, but after hearing that soul-stirring moan, I couldn't wait to press down on her.

After spreading Aunt Chen's legs, I knelt on the bed and rubbed my penis back and forth against her vagina a few times before thrusting it all the way in. Aunt Chen cried out "Ah!" It seems my thick and long penis still has some power; even an experienced woman like Aunt Chen almost couldn't take it. I asked her if it hurt a lot, and after receiving a negative answer, I began to thrust forcefully into Aunt Chen's vagina. Aunt Chen's vagina wasn't that tight, perhaps because of the excessive vaginal fluid. I only felt it was wet and slippery, without the feeling of being squeezed that I had when having sex with my mother. Moreover, Aunt Chen's vagina was very deep; when I thrust all the way in, I couldn't even touch the cervix. It seems that the amount of sexual activity a woman has does have a certain impact on her vagina. Aunt Chen probably hadn't fully adjusted to the length of my penis. She moaned and asked me to be gentler and slower, but I was unmoved. Thinking about how my mother was probably being vigorously fucked by that man in the next room, my heart ached. I fucked Aunt Chen with all my might. Of course, Aunt Chen didn't know what I was thinking. She enjoyed my thrusts while moaning loudly. Since it was my second time, it lasted a particularly long time. We changed positions, and when we were in doggy style (also known as rear entry), I secretly took some pictures with my phone when she wasn't looking.

I kept going for almost half an hour before I felt like ejaculating. I originally wanted to ejaculate inside Aunt Chen's vagina, but then I thought of my mother. So, at the very moment before I ejaculated, I pulled out my penis, straddled Aunt Chen's neck, and ejaculated wildly into her face and mouth. Aunt Chen reacted quickly; seeing me get up, she knew what I was going to do and swiftly opened her mouth. Even so, some semen still got onto her face, eyes, and nose; very little actually went into her mouth. Seeing my semen all over Aunt Chen's face, I suddenly felt a sense of vengeful pleasure. I knew it was because of my mother; without her, this experience would have been perfect.

The second ejaculation wasn't much. After I finished, Aunt Chen tactfully licked the remaining semen and her own vaginal fluid off my penis. Looking at her lewd appearance, I couldn't help but half-jokingly, half-sarcastically ask her if my semen tasted better than her vaginal fluid. She didn't answer immediately. After licking my penis clean and spitting out the semen from her mouth, she said the tastes were about the same and she couldn't tell the difference. I initially wanted to say something sarcastic to her, but thinking back, I realized this exchange was something I agreed to; no one forced me. Aunt Chen and her son hadn't done anything wrong. My actions stemmed entirely from my love for my mother and my own selfishness. Once I understood this, I felt relieved, though a slight pain remained in my heart.

After we both recovered, I took a shower with Aunt Chen. During the shower, I inevitably became quite groping, but having ejaculated twice, I wasn't really aroused anymore; I was just teasing Aunt Chen. It was almost midnight when I came out of the shower. I turned off the TV and lights, lay in bed, and quietly pondered. Aunt Chen didn't bother me anymore, which immediately shifted my thoughts from her to my mother. What was she doing? Was she being fucked by that man, or was she nestled in his arms like Aunt Chen, or was she already asleep? I wanted to go check on her, but I didn't dare. Tonight, my mother didn't belong to me. With mixed feelings, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Chen on the bed giving me oral sex again. Of course, I wasn't going to let her off the hook. After a good night's rest, and having slept until I naturally woke up, I had regained all my strength. Looking at Aunt Chen, who was giving me oral sex so enthusiastically, I felt a surge of excitement and couldn't wait to have her on top of me. Aunt Chen probably couldn't take it anymore, and without saying a word, she sat on top of me and started rocking back and forth as soon as I penetrated her. I love this woman-on-top position the most; it's not tiring, and I can see the expression on a woman's face when she's being fucked. Plus, I can see my penis going in and out of her vagina. I think this position is the most exciting.

Aunt Chen is indeed a middle-aged woman in her prime. We did it twice that night. Even though I had rested for a night, doing it again in the morning was a bit too much for a young man in his twenties like me. Aunt Chen, on the other hand, seemed like she hadn't been fucked by a man in a long time. Her movements were still so wild, and her moans were as loud and soul-stirring as ever. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure Aunt Chen was giving me. I felt that Aunt Chen's vagina seemed a little tighter than yesterday. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the pleasure was much stronger than last night. In less than ten minutes, I felt like I was going to ejaculate. After she agreed, I thrust upwards with all my might, and a thick stream of semen shot deep into Aunt Chen's vagina. I don't know if Aunt Chen also had an orgasm, but I could clearly feel that at the moment I ejaculated, Aunt Chen's vagina gripped my penis tightly, making me feel like I was in heaven.

After I finished ejaculating, Aunt Chen got up, but she didn't get off me. She just sat up a little, letting my penis slide out, and then she sat on my stomach again. Seeing the semen slowly flowing out of her vagina and down to my stomach, I was incredibly excited. I suddenly had an urge to lick her vagina, but I immediately rejected it. There was still my semen there. Eating my own semen was too much to bear. I couldn't do it. I had smelled my own semen before when I masturbated, and it smelled so fishy that it made me want to vomit. Let alone eating it. It was just a fleeting thought, and I didn't act on it.

After resting for a bit, I checked the time on my phone. I thought it was only around nine or ten in the morning, but when I looked at my phone, I realized it was almost noon. I had slept for over ten hours; no wonder I woke up naturally. I checked my phone again and found no missed calls, only a few spam texts. I wondered how my mother was doing, so I told Aunt Chen I wanted to go check on her. Aunt Chen smiled and said her son had already called her, and they were all dressed and waiting for us.

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, showering, brushing my teeth, and washing my face—I was done in five minutes. When Aunt Chen saw me come out, she went in to shower too. While she was showering, I took out my wallet and counted the money and documents inside. Nothing was missing, so I felt much relieved. It seems I was being too suspicious. After getting dressed, I greeted Aunt Chen at the bathroom door and went next door to find my mother.

My mother opened the door. I looked her over carefully and found that her expression was fine, which reassured me. In front of strangers, I didn't want to ask about last night's events. I just politely greeted Aunt Chen's son, told him that Aunt Chen would be out soon, and took out a cigarette to offer him. I lit one for myself as well. My mother kept shaking her head, telling me to smoke less because it's bad for my health. I smoked while trying to appease her. Aunt Chen's son sat politely beside me, smiling as he watched us. He seemed like a very introverted person, hardly ever talking, or maybe just a quiet, reserved type. Anyway, it was only a one-time opportunity to meet him, so I didn't bother to get to know him.

After finishing her cigarette, Aunt Chen knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that we were all waiting for her, she smiled apologetically and said she was going to check out. My mother and I naturally wanted to go home early, so we followed her downstairs. When it came time to pay the bill, we exchanged pleasantries, but Aunt Chen ended up paying. We ate at a small restaurant after leaving the hotel. When we parted, Aunt Chen seemed a little reluctant to leave, holding my mother and me's hands and saying we should keep in touch. She even called my mother "Big Sister," showing that Aunt Chen was a very sentimental

person. After we all got home, I couldn't wait to ask my mother about what happened last night. I thought that man would torment my mother all night like he'd never seen a woman before, but to my surprise, Aunt Chen's son was very gentlemanly and respectful to my mother. He only did it once that night, and he did it exactly as my mother requested, using a condom. This surprised me quite a bit. It seems I really was judging a gentleman by my own standards. In comparison, I was too greedy, not only doing it three times but also with a hint of revenge in my mind. Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a while, Mom guessed what had happened. She told me not to overcomplicate things and asked about my situation. I told her the truth, and she just smiled faintly, asking if I was satisfied now. I nodded shyly. Mom then reminded me again that I only agreed to go last night for my sake and that it shouldn't happen again. I immediately nodded in agreement.

Actually, after a crazy night with Aunt Chen, I didn't feel any excitement. Maybe it was because Mom and I were in separate rooms, so I couldn't see Mom being with another man; I could only imagine it, which greatly reduced the psychological stimulation. And when I got home, it felt like just a one-night stand; I didn't feel anything else. So even without Mom saying anything, I didn't want it to happen again. Mom belongs to me alone, and I will never let another man have her again.

After dinner, my mother and I weren't feeling any desire, so we went to our respective rooms. I turned on my computer and saw Aunt Chen online, so I greeted her. Aunt Chen asked how I was feeling, and I told her I didn't want it to happen again, and expressed my true feelings. Although I had already experienced it, I still couldn't accept my mother being with someone else. Aunt Chen understood my feelings and didn't say much, only that my penis had left a lasting impression on her, and she hoped we could continue to stay in touch, but not through a swapping arrangement. Thinking that having such a slutty mature lover would be nice for a change of pace, I readily agreed. Aunt Chen even half-jokingly said that next time she wanted to do it with my mother.

A mature woman threesome? And one of them was my own mother? The thought alone was exciting, and I looked forward to that day…

In reality, every action, every word, even every thought has a huge chain reaction, just like in the movie "The Butterfly Effect." Every action or thought has consequences; some people benefit, and some people suffer. Take me for example. If my father hadn't had an affair that led to my parents' divorce, I wouldn't have been able to live alone with my mother for so many years. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have developed a strong Oedipus complex, and the incestuous relationship wouldn't have happened. If the incest hadn't occurred, there wouldn't have been the swapping, and certainly not this mature woman threesome today. So, before anyone says or does anything, no one can know what the consequences will be—whether it's a blessing or a curse, joy or sorrow, is unpredictable. Perhaps I was lucky enough to have the thought of swapping once, but the chain reaction has benefited me greatly.

I've always wanted to try the experience of a mature woman threesome. Don't laugh at me; it's a personal preference. Ever since I fell in love with my mother's body, I've had a strong possessive desire for older women. Of course, I also have a reaction to young girls' bodies. I think since I like women of all ages, it's not a kind of pathology; I just prefer having sex with older women, so I don't intend to change anything.

Before this, I had tried threesomes many times, but always in saunas. Those were purely transactional, devoid of emotion, and I couldn't experience the pleasure of threesomes. I envied the male protagonists in porn films, with two beautiful women simultaneously licking one man's genitals. I longed to experience that feeling, but I could never quite grasp it. In saunas, no matter how much money I spent, no woman was willing to do it. So, I hoped even more that one day I could fulfill my wish. This feeling persisted until I met Aunt Chen.

After that swap, it took me a long time to emerge from the shadow of pain. During that time, I was like a madwoman, releasing my energy on my mother every day. My mother seemed to know I was suffering and tried her best to accommodate me. After a while, my mood finally calmed down, and I grew tired of this monotonous sex life, always thinking about finding some excitement again.

Naturally, I thought of Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen had been in contact with my son and me lately, but we both had a grudge and always seemed indifferent to her. I must say, Aunt Chen is a very kind and helpful woman. Even knowing our cold attitude, she persisted in contacting us every day. I don't know if she wanted to maintain a sexual relationship with me or if she genuinely cared about us. However, judging from her words and actions, Aunt Chen still had a strong desire for me, which was the most important thing. So, I started chatting with Aunt Chen online again.

Aunt Chen was happy and excited that I had initiated the conversation. I told her all my inner turmoil and subtly expressed my desire for her and my mother to have a threesome with me. Aunt Chen is quite experienced; she knew what I wanted without me saying much and agreed almost without hesitation. But her agreement wasn't enough; my mother's consent was also required. Aunt Chen reminded me of this in QQ, so I started to worry about how to convince my mother. This time, however, it'll be with another woman, so it shouldn't be as difficult as the last time we swapped partners. But I still need to find a suitable opportunity, otherwise my mother will start having second thoughts again.

After some time, the desire for a threesome grew stronger, but I had no chance to tell my mother. Plus, I started dating a new girlfriend, so I had fewer opportunities to have sex with her. But my mother wasn't jealous or unhappy about it. She often told me to treat my girlfriend well, and that as long as I remembered she was still my mother. I was very touched. No woman could tolerate the man she loved being with another woman, but my mother was different. Although she was my lover, she was still my mother. Only a mother would selflessly dedicate herself without expecting anything in return. I suddenly felt very guilty. My mother was truly devoted to me, but I only thought about venting my lust on her, using her to achieve my perverted goals. But despite the guilt, the idea of a threesome with a mature woman lingered in my mind, refusing to leave. So I decided to do what I did last time: satisfy my mother first before asking her. That way, the chances of success would be much higher.

It was still summer that day. Because it was the weekend, I was in a particularly good mood, thinking about enjoying my mother's body again. My heart raced with excitement. When I got home, I saw my mother naked, wearing only an apron, chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Seeing her plump buttocks, my penis uncontrollably hardened. My mother didn't notice I was back and continued doing what she was doing with her back to me. I tiptoed into the room, quickly took off all my clothes, and quietly went into the kitchen. Then, I suddenly hugged my mother from behind, my penis naturally pressing against her buttocks. My mother was startled and screamed. She turned around, saw it was me, and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled and asked when I had come home. I didn't answer. I simply reached my hands from behind and gently caressed my mother's breasts, rubbing my penis against her buttocks. Then I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you're so alluring." My mother lowered her head shyly, looking like a little girl. Seeing her expression, I couldn't control myself any longer. My hands, which had been on her chest, slowly slid down to between her legs, stroking her thick pubic hair with my palms, while my middle fingers gently rubbed her clitoris and vaginal opening. Soon, my mother became wet, and sticky, slippery vaginal fluid flowed to her vaginal opening, looking like it was about to drip onto the ground. I couldn't believe that a woman nearing 50 could still be so wet. It seems that the stimulation brought by incest between mother and son is immense.

My mother was exhausted and leaned against me, panting. If I hadn't been holding her with my left hand, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. Seeing that her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, I immediately inserted two fingers into her vagina while using my other hand to knead her breasts. My mother groaned in pleasure, which further aroused me. So I inserted a third finger into her vagina. Although my mother's vagina was wider than a little girl's, it couldn't hold the width of three fingers. After only half of it went in, my mother's face changed color. I asked her if it hurt, and she nodded, saying it was a little swollen and painful. So I gave up on using three fingers to finger her and focused on digging and probing inside her vagina with two fingers. My mother began to moan unrestrainedly.

To give my mother more enjoyment, after fingering her for a while, I pulled out my fingers and squatted down. My mother, in perfect harmony, used both hands to hold onto the stove and spread her legs. I first licked her buttocks for a while, then began to carefully lick her vulva, from her clitoris to her labia, and then to her vagina. The salty, fishy vaginal fluid entering my mouth stimulated my sense of taste, making me even more excited. My mother also cried out loudly under the stimulation of my tongue. Finally, I got tired and stood up. As soon as I stood up, I felt a wave of dizziness, but it quickly subsided. My mother was still panting, her legs still spread, waiting for my entry. But I didn't want to satisfy my mother so quickly, because today I wanted to talk to her about threesomes. So I helped my mother up and turned her to face me. My mother leaned against my chest, seemingly still recovering from the pleasure. Seeing my mother's submissive appearance, I kissed her deeply on the lips. My mother also opened her mouth in response, and our tongues intertwined.

After a French kiss, I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt like my glans was about to explode, so I whispered in my mother's ear that I wanted anal sex. Since we had done anal sex many times before, my mother wasn't surprised or shocked. She nodded and went to go into the room to get a condom, but I refused, saying that wearing a condom was uncomfortable. My mother frowned and said that it was dirty there, and that I would get a disease. I still insisted, and my mother couldn't argue with me, so she didn't insist anymore. So my mother squatted down and started giving me oral sex, and tried to leave as much saliva as possible on my penis. After many anal sex sessions, my mother's anus had adapted to the size of my penis, and now she only needed a little lubrication to insert it all the way in. Before, we used the lubricant on the condom, but today we didn't have a condom, so my mother could only use her saliva to lubricate.

After a few minutes of oral sex, I almost ejaculated. So I had my mom turn around and face away from me in the same position. I squatted down and licked her anus with my tongue, then stood up and rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening a few times. Then I pressed hard against her anus, and the head of my penis disappeared inside. I asked her if it hurt, and after she said no, I slowly inserted my penis all the way into her rectum. My mom let out a strange cry, I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or discomfort. At that moment, I didn't care about my mom's feelings anymore. I just felt my penis being tightly gripped, and the pleasure almost made me lose my balance. After regaining my composure, I started thrusting. This position wasn't tiring because I was standing, and I didn't need to exert much force to penetrate all the way in. I didn't care whether my mom was comfortable or not. It was uncomfortable; I just wanted to extinguish the fire in my heart as soon as possible. However, perhaps due to insufficient lubrication, my penis was burning painfully inside my mother's anus. So, I pulled out my penis and quickly inserted it into my mother's vagina, moving it back and forth. Then, I inserted it into my mother's anus. This time, it felt much better, so I couldn't care less about anything else and frantically moved back and forth. My mother kept moaning. I had already wanted to ejaculate when my mother was giving me oral sex earlier, and with this onslaught, I couldn't hold back any longer. After thrusting hard into my mother's anus a few times, my semen spurted out uncontrollably. My mother also stood up and clamped my penis tightly between her anus. I have to say, this is tacit understanding; my mother knows when to do what and how to make me feel good. After I ejaculated, I pulled out my penis and watched the semen slowly flow out of my mother's anus. I felt another surge of excitement. My mother turned around and squatted down, preparing to clean me with her mouth (ps: this has become an agreement or habit between my mother and me. Whether it's internal ejaculation, external ejaculation, facial ejaculation, oral sex, or anal sex, as long as I finish ejaculating, my mother will clean me with her mouth. Envious?). I stopped my mother. This time, we didn't use a condom, and it was anal sex again. It was too dirty. I didn't want my mother to suffer like that. My mother didn't insist and got up to go to the toilet. After my mother came out, I also went in and rinsed off quickly. When I came out, I saw my mother continuing to chop vegetables. I knew that my mother was definitely not satisfied yet, so I gently hugged my mother and told her that I would serve her well again tonight. My mother shyly said "I hate you" and then ignored me.

I felt refreshed after ejaculating, and with tomorrow being a Sunday, I was in a great mood. Since there was still some time before dinner, I turned on the computer and started playing games. When it was time to eat, my mother was still naked, wearing only an apron. She looked quite alluring from the front. Although I had already ejaculated once, seeing her voluptuous body still made me itch. I even lost my appetite, constantly thinking about our after-dinner battle.

After dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while I went to the bathroom for a good shower. Afterward, I didn't put on any clothes and went straight to my room, planning how to satisfy my mother and what to say about a threesome. Half an hour later, my mother also finished showering and came into the room. Seeing me naked, leaning against the headboard in a daze, she didn't disturb me but quietly stayed by my side. Actually, I wasn't daydreaming at all. I had just released my pent-up desires as soon as I got back, and after eating and showering, I was inevitably a little tired, so I didn't want to move or talk. I originally wanted to rest first before satisfying my mother, but seeing her naked, my penis started to stir again. So I turned to the side and gently stroked her breasts. Normally, my mother, who is nearly 50, with her slightly rough skin, sagging breasts, and labia that have darkened from long-term sexual intercourse, wouldn't be very attractive to a man. But it's different for me. No matter how old my mother is or how bad her figure is, she is still my mother. As long as we have this relationship, I have endless motivation and an insatiable desire. To be honest, it's not my mother's body that I'm obsessed with, but rather the word "incest between mother and son" that stimulates my lower body. So, when I'm with my mother, I can always maintain an erection.

Seeing me move, and knowing I had just finished relieving myself, Mom considerately asked if I wanted to rest. I shook my head; with such beauty before me, how could I possibly be in the mood to rest? I got up and knelt between Mom's legs, habitually taking a deep breath. Looking at Mom's thick pubic hair, my penis once again stood erect. (PS: To elaborate, Mom has a lot of thick pubic hair, from her navel down to her anus, including both sides of her labia. This is the only part of Mom's body that I'm obsessed with. Since many people said they couldn't see the photos in the previous post, I'm reposting it. I'll explain in detail how to see the photos at the end of the post. If you still can't see them, it's a technical issue.) But I didn't want to enter Mom's body so quickly, so I stuck out my tongue and focused on licking Mom.

My mother arched her legs, closed her eyes, and enjoyed my ministrations. She was already moaning softly, and her body was responding. Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously, and combined with my saliva, they soaked the pubic hair around her labia. Seeing that her fluids were flowing more and more, I abandoned my plan to lick her vagina, because I really disliked the taste of her vaginal fluids. So I took out a clean dildo, turned on the vibrator, and inserted it deep into my mother's vagina. I then began to diligently lick her clitoris with my tongue. Although I did this every time we made love, my mother still couldn't resist me. The intense pleasure from my tongue and the dildo quickly turned her soft moans into loud ones. Her clitoris, stimulated by my tongue, grew larger and larger, becoming engorged and erect like a man's penis. I then took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked hard. She began to tremble as if electrocuted, pressing her hands tightly against my head and clamping her legs around it. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I sucked even harder on her clitoris while simultaneously thrusting the dildo rapidly in and out of her vagina. Soon, she... She reached her climax, but this climax was different from before. At the same time as Mom climaxed, a stream of yellow urine gushed out. I was incredibly excited. I continued to insert the dildo into Mom's vagina while watching her urinate. The sheets on the bed were soaked, as were my body and Mom's thighs, all wet. But I didn't care at all. This was the first time in so many years I'd seen Mom urinate during her climax (ps: watching her go to the toilet doesn't count). After Mom finished urinating, I pulled out the dildo and without hesitation began licking around Mom's vagina. A pungent smell wafted over, which excited me even more. I opened and closed my mouth wide, licking around my mother's vulva with my tongue. (PS: Some people might say I'm disgusting or perverted, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. My mother never cares whether my penis is clean or not. Whether she's just finished using the toilet or just ejaculated, she always gives me oral sex, blowjobs, and even swallows my semen without complaint. Today, I'm just licking her vulva after she urinated, which I think is perfectly acceptable.) My mother had already lost consciousness, her body was just convulsing, and she had no idea what I was doing.

After licking my mother clean, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash myself. Then I waited for her to regain consciousness. I don't know how much time passed, but my mother sighed, opened her eyes, and saw the mess on the bed and her genitals. She smiled sheepishly, got up, and went to the bathroom. I handed her the dildo and told her to wash it. I started cleaning the sheets myself. The wet sheets obviously couldn't be used anymore, and the quilt underneath was also soaked. I had no choice but to put the sheets in the washing machine, fluff up the quilt, and put it on a chair to dry tomorrow. I replaced the quilt and sheets, and after making the bed, my mother was naked. She came out naked, and seeing that I was all ready, she didn't say anything. She quietly lay down beside me. I asked my mother why she had sprayed urine today. My mother herself didn't know either. To be precise, she didn't even know that she had sprayed urine. She only knew that her mind went blank at the time, and her body felt like it was flying in the sky. I knew that I must have made my mother go too far. I've been with my mother for so long, and she has never squirted during orgasm. Since today was the first time, there will definitely be a second time. I was thinking about buying some vibrators and vibrating eggs, but that's a matter for later. Today's main purpose was to persuade my mother to agree to a threesome.

After resting for a while, Mom felt much better and asked if I wanted to play more. I hadn't released yet, so of course I wanted to play. I said "Mmm" and started preparing. Mom obediently lay across my stomach, opened her mouth and took my penis in, giving me oral sex. After I got hard, Mom rolled over to sit on me, but I stopped her. I told her we should do something special today. Mom didn't understand and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I smiled slightly, first putting on a condom, then taking out another condom and putting it on the dildo. Mom understood immediately, blushing and calling me a pervert. But despite her words, her body was already responding to my movements. Mom raised her head high... I lifted her legs and held them up with my hands, trying to expose her anus as much as possible. I then slowly inserted the dildo into my mother's anus, turning on the vibration. My mother trembled slightly. Seeing that everything was alright, I inserted my real penis into my mother's vagina. I believe everyone can imagine the position now. That's right, it's double penetration, the lower one is fake and the upper one is real. The reason I wore a condom was so I could switch holes halfway through. Actually, I had tried this kind of play before, but not often. Today, I was in a good mood, so I simply filled both of my mother's holes. This would not only improve the quality of sex and make my mother comfortable, but more importantly, it would satisfy my perverted psychology. It was killing three birds with one stone, so why not?

As soon as I entered my mother's body, I could feel the pleasure brought by the vibrating dildo in another hole. My mother went into a frenzy from the very beginning, moaning loudly. Stimulated by her moans and the dildo, I began to thrust wildly into her vagina. Watching my own mother being fucked by me, looking at her thick, dark pubic hair, her large, red, and slightly dark labia, and then looking at the dildo tightly inserted into her anus, it felt like a dream. In that instant, I truly felt that even death would be worthwhile.

Because I had ejaculated once before, and was wearing a condom, this time it lasted unusually long. After my mother reached orgasm again, I still didn't feel like ejaculating. So, regardless of whether my mother could handle it or not, I turned her over, made her kneel on the bed, pulled out the dildo, removed the condom, and then inserted it into my mother's vagina. Meanwhile, I was preparing to insert my erect penis into my mother's anus. The dildo was definitely bigger than my penis. Seeing that my mother's anus had been stretched into a large hole, I got excited again. When I saw the hair on both sides of my mother's anus and her dark chrysanthemum, I couldn't hold back any longer. I held my mother's thighs and thrust all the way in, and then started to thrust wildly. Mom was exhausted, only moaning mechanically. A patch of her vagina was covered in dried, white vaginal fluid. I grew increasingly excited, the urge to ejaculate intensifying. I told Mom I was going to cum. She hurriedly turned around, trying to take my penis in her mouth. I removed the condom, guided my penis to her mouth, and ejaculated wildly. However, this time, the amount of semen wasn't much. After swallowing my semen, Mom continued to clean me up with her mouth. Afterward, Mom got up and went to the bathroom, and I followed her in, enjoying a comfortable bath together.

After the bath, we went to the room. As soon as we got into bed, Mom leaned against my chest. I gently kissed her forehead and told her I wanted Aunt Chen to join us, repeatedly emphasizing that it would only be Aunt Chen this time, not her son. Surprisingly, Mom didn't say anything, let alone refuse. She just casually asked if Aunt Chen would be willing. Afraid that Mom would think I had planned this all along, I lied and said I hadn't talked to Aunt Chen yet and would ask her tomorrow. Mom nodded and told me to let her know once I had made the arrangements. If there were no outsiders, Aunt Chen could come over to visit. I was overjoyed, but I remained calm on the surface, agreed, and lay down with Mom in my arms, quickly falling asleep.

The next day was a weekend, no work. I slept until almost 11 a.m., feeling refreshed. It seems that waking up naturally is the best. I walked around the house but didn't see Mom. She was probably out grocery shopping or playing mahjong downstairs. I was too lazy to call and ask. I was just a little uncomfortable because my penis was hard and I didn't have anyone to help me, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Morning erections are normal. After using the restroom, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, my penis was back to normal. So I turned on the computer and went online. Aunt Chen was still online, so I told her that my mother had agreed and asked when she would be able to come over to my house to play. Aunt Chen immediately said she could come that day. I thought about it for a moment. My mother had just been exhausted by me yesterday, so she might not have the energy today. Therefore, I asked Aunt Chen to come tomorrow and gave her a rough address. Anyway, I had her phone number, and we could contact her when she arrived. Aunt Chen happily agreed. Seeing that her wish was about to come true, I was also very happy. I closed the chat window and started playing games.

Mom came back at noon, and sure enough, she went to play mahjong. I told her Aunt Chen would be coming tomorrow, and Mom was surprised it was so soon. She said she hadn't prepared anything at home and would go buy some groceries in the afternoon. After lunch, Mom went for a nap, while I continued playing my games. In the afternoon, after Mom woke up, she went out to buy groceries. After dinner, we all went to bed. Everyone knew there would be a big battle tomorrow, so we all tacitly refrained from bothering each other, conserving our energy for tomorrow's game. Thinking about how today was wasted, it's a bit of a shame.

Nothing happened that night. When I woke up the next morning, it was only a little before 9 a.m. Aunt Chen said she would come over for lunch. Since it was still early, I got up, washed up, and played games again. My mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch. It was Aunt Chen's first time visiting my house. Although the relationship between the three of us was quite special and subtle, she was still a guest, and my mother didn't want to be impolite, so she started preparing early in the morning. I wanted to help, but my mother said I didn't need to, so I didn't insist. I played until 11:30 a.m. when Aunt Chen finally called and said she had arrived at a certain station. I knew immediately that it was downstairs from my house, so I put on my pajamas and went downstairs to meet her. My mother started cooking.

As I went downstairs, I saw Aunt Chen looking around at the station. Aunt Chen was dressed very beautifully today, wearing a white round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt, black stockings, a black skirt, and high heels. Although she was 50 years old, she still looked very charming. And if no one pointed it out, you wouldn't guess that Aunt Chen was already 50. I originally wanted to tease Aunt Chen, but seeing that there were many people at the station, I didn't want to be laughed at. I just called out to her from behind. Aunt Chen turned around, saw it was me, and happily walked over, saying things like "It's hot" and "My home is really far away." I casually replied and led her home. As soon as we entered, Aunt Chen warmly called my mother "Big Sister." My mother smiled and invited Aunt Chen to sit down, pouring tea and getting snacks, while leaving me out in the cold. But I didn't mind at all. Watching the two voluptuous women chatting and laughing, I was overjoyed. I was going to enjoy the service of two mature women, including my own mother. Just thinking about it made me excited.

Mom chatted with Aunt Chen for a while, then asked Aunt Chen to wait a moment while she went into the kitchen to cook. Aunt Chen finally turned her attention to me. Seeing that I wasn't talking, she sat down next to me and started chatting. Mom cooked quickly, and after chatting with Aunt Chen for a short while, the food was ready. The three of us then sat down to eat. Being in a good mood meant having a good appetite, and since I had physical labor to do later, I ate a lot. Aunt Chen and Mom, however, were different; they ate and chatted. I finished eating quite a while ago, but they were still eating and talking, which made me very impatient. I didn't want to rush them, so I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, Mom and Aunt Chen had also finished eating and were cleaning up. Seeing me come out, Mom turned to Aunt Chen and asked if she wanted to take a shower too. Aunt Chen said she had showered before coming out, so Mom told her to wait for her in the room while she finished cleaning up and took a shower. After entering the room, Aunt Chen boldly took off her top and skirt. It turned out she was wearing open-crotch stockings, with her underwear over them. It seemed she could just take off her underwear later and enjoy her beautiful legs in the stockings (although Aunt Chen was middle-aged and a bit plump, her legs were absolutely beautiful; it's a pity I didn't take a picture). Then she took off her bra, and seeing her large breasts spill out, I was incredibly excited. My penis started to stir, creating a tent in my underwear. Seemingly pleased with my performance, Aunt Chen smiled at me and... Slowly, I took off her underwear, and her thick pubic hair was instantly revealed before me. I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and embraced her. Then, I sat down on the bed, my hands beginning to wander restlessly over Aunt Chen's body. When my hand touched her genitals, Aunt Chen was already very wet; her vaginal opening was damp and sticky. With a little pressure, my middle finger slid into her vagina. Aunt Chen excitedly twisted her body. Because she was sitting, my finger couldn't penetrate deeply, so I gently pulled her down to lie on my back, and my fingers, once one, became two, fully inserted into her vagina.

As my fingers continued to thrust in and out, Aunt Chen became increasingly excited, gradually beginning to moan, and her vaginal fluids flowed more and more. It was hard to believe that both my mother and Aunt Chen were 50 years old, yet they still had so much vaginal fluid, no less than a young girl. Watching Aunt Chen twist her body, I became increasingly excited. I stood up and took off my underwear. Seeing this, Aunt Chen immediately got up and squatted on the ground, beginning to give me oral sex.

As soon as my penis entered Aunt Chen's mouth, I felt a surge of pleasure. Holding Aunt Chen's head, I began to thrust vigorously. I had been holding back for a long time, and now that I had the chance, I naturally wanted to release my pent-up desire. Besides, I still had to deal with those two older women later, and if I didn't ejaculate first, I definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the torment of those two ravenous women later. So, I not only held Aunt Chen's head and moved back and forth, but I also forcefully thrust my body into Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen, with her head held down, couldn't break free for a moment. Perhaps because she was holding her breath, her face began to turn red, and saliva uncontrollably dripped from her mouth. As for me, the feeling of ejaculation... The urge grew stronger, so I released my grip on Aunt Chen's head, pulled out my penis, and quickly began stroking it with my hand. Aunt Chen took the opportunity to gasp for breath, then stuck out her tongue, opened her mouth, and waited for me to ejaculate. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. My glans went numb, and streams of semen shot out. Perhaps because I didn't control the angle well, very little semen ended up in Aunt Chen's mouth; most of it landed on her face. Aunt Chen kept her eyes closed and mouth open, waiting for me to finish. Then she licked my penis with her mouth before standing up. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe Aunt Chen's face, then lit a cigarette and waited for my mother to come into the room.

Aunt Chen wiped her face with toilet paper, but still seemed uncomfortable. She got up and went to the kitchen, saying she would wash it again with water. I grunted in response and tried to regain my strength while smoking. After I finished my cigarette, Aunt Chen and my mother entered the room at the same time. My mother saw that I was completely naked and probably guessed what had just happened, but she didn't say anything. She just looked a little unhappy, and I thought she might be a little jealous. I wanted to comfort my mother, but seeing that Aunt Chen was also there, I gave up the idea. Anyway, I'll make my mother feel like she's in heaven later, which is probably the best compensation for her.

After Mom and Aunt Chen came in, I finished my cigarette, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I went back into the room, I saw that Mom and Aunt Chen were already lying on the bed. Aunt Chen was as uninhibited as ever, completely naked. Mom, who usually doesn't wear clothes at home, was wearing a bathrobe, though it was practically the same as not wearing anything at all, since it was transparent. Plus, Mom hadn't worn a bra or underwear after washing up, so her private parts were completely exposed, making her even more alluring. Seeing Mom like this, even though I had just ejaculated, I still felt hot all over, but my penis didn't react much. It was mainly my mind that was excited.

Seeing me come in, Mom and Aunt Chen politely moved aside on either side of the bed, making room for me in the middle. I got on the bed without ceremony and lay down between them. Mom was on my right, watching TV absentmindedly, while Aunt Chen was on my left, texting someone on her phone. I knew Mom was a little uncomfortable, so I ignored Aunt Chen, turned to my side, and pulled Mom into my arms. My left hand began to wander restlessly over Mom's body, but she didn't seem to react much, only breathing slightly rapidly. I didn't know if she was embarrassed in front of strangers or if my touch wasn't giving her pleasure. Seeing that Mom wasn't responding, I simply sat up, took off Mom's robe, and lay on top of her, licking her nipples and then kissing my way down until I reached her pubic hair. Mom reacted this time, moaning softly, and her legs gradually parted. Although I had already ejaculated once, seeing Mom's thick pubic hair still made me dizzy, and my emotions surged again, filling me with renewed energy.

(P.S.: I don't know if this counts as a psychological disorder, but I do like women with a lot of pubic hair. I often go out with my colleagues to hire prostitutes and have full services at saunas. I've also discussed this with them, but they can't accept women with a lot of pubic hair. They say they find it disgusting to see pubic hair on both sides of the labia and have no interest in it. But I'm different. The more pubic hair, the more excited I get. Actually, as a man, you'll eventually get tired of the same woman after a long time. I'm the same way. Although the woman is my biological mother, I've maintained a sexual relationship with her for almost 10 years. It's impossible not to get tired of her.) But every time I have sex with my mother, I get very excited and aroused. Partly because of our mother-son relationship, and partly because of the pubic hair on her genitals. Even when I don't want to have sex, just seeing my mother's genitals makes my penis uncontrollably erect. As mentioned before, a big reason I've maintained this sexual relationship with my mother for so many years is because we are incestuous. But now that I think about it, while the word "incest" still holds some attraction for me, the abundant pubic hair on my mother's genitals is also a key factor. If it weren't for the fact that my mother has such an attractive genital area, I don't think I would have... (Not fascinated)

Seeing my mother spread her legs, I habitually took a deep breath between her legs. The fresh scent of shower gel wafted over, instantly invigorating me. I parted her labia hidden beneath her pubic hair, stuck out my tongue, and began licking her clitoris. Aunt Chen, who had stopped playing on her phone, joined in when she saw my mother and I starting. Perhaps knowing my mother was still a little reserved, she opened her mouth and took my mother's nipple into her mouth. With a double attack from above and below, my mother's defenses instantly crumbled, and she began to moan. I looked up at my mother and saw that she had her eyes closed, not daring to look at us. I knew she was still embarrassed, but... Since they didn't stop us, it meant they agreed. So I performed oral sex on my mother even more diligently. Although my mother tried her best to control her moans, her body betrayed her. Her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, and with my saliva, her genitals were already quite wet. At this moment, Aunt Chen released her mouth from my mother's nipple, lay down next to my mother, and spread her legs. Although she didn't say anything, this posture clearly told me that she wanted it too. So I continued to lick my mother's genitals, but my hands were not idle. I stretched out two fingers and gently inserted them into Aunt Chen's vagina.

Aunt Chen's vaginal fluid was very sticky and thick, making my hands slippery, which made thrusting effortless. So, while licking my mother's genitals, I was also fingering Aunt Chen. After a while, I used my hand to stimulate my mother's vagina and my mouth to lick Aunt Chen's vulva. Although the kneeling position was tiring, hearing the moans of the two old women rising and falling filled me with excitement. My penis gradually became hard, but it felt uncomfortable pressing against the bed. So, I looked up and saw that both women were panting, and their genitals were covered in glistening fluid, completely wet. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: I wanted Aunt Chen and Mom to try the 69 position. I wondered what it would be like if they licked each other's genitals. But I immediately dismissed the idea. Mom still wasn't relaxed; she kept her eyes closed, and her moans showed she was trying her best to control herself. Aunt Chen would definitely agree, but I figured Mom would get angry if I asked her to lick another woman's genitals. Luckily, there would be other opportunities. Practice makes perfect. If I had the time and chance, I could invite Aunt Chen over to my house to do it a few more times, and Mom might not feel so embarrassed then.

It was time. Now it was time for the show I'd been waiting for. I sat up, leaning against the headboard. My mom and Aunt Chen, as if on cue, came over and each of them carefully and diligently licked my nipples. A tingling, numb sensation immediately spread throughout my body, and my penis got even harder. But this didn't really solve anything, and after a while, I became numb. So I pressed their heads down towards my penis. Aunt Chen understood and bent down to lick it, while my mom hesitated, unsure if she should join in. I gave her an encouraging look. She hesitated for a moment, then bent down and put her mouth to my penis. By this time, Aunt Chen had licked all around my penis. Then, Mom slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking the spot that Aunt Chen had already licked. I clearly saw Mom frown slightly, perhaps because she was disgusted by Aunt Chen's saliva and thought it was dirty. But Mom didn't stop; she continued to lick carefully, just like before, occasionally swallowing and spitting out the glans. Aunt Chen's movements were basically the same as Mom's, but one licked the left side of my penis, and the other licked the right side; one licked the penis, and the other licked the testicles. I felt so good I almost went to heaven. The feeling of two tongues versus one tongue was so different; it was so much more comfortable than when Mom gave me oral sex. My wish of so many years had finally come true. If it didn't feel so real, I wouldn't know where I was. (P.S.: Unfortunately, I was so caught up in the pleasure that I didn't take any pictures. By the time I remembered, the oral sex was over, and I was too embarrassed to ask them to do it again, so I had to wait for next time.)

After a while of oral sex, my wish was fulfilled, and it was time to get down to business. So I jokingly asked the two of them who wanted to go first. My mother finally spoke up, but she meant that I should go with Aunt Chen first, since she was a guest and such opportunities didn't come often. Seeing how understanding my mother was, I made up my mind to reward her properly later. Aunt Chen couldn't wait any longer. Before I could even turn over, she plopped down on my lap, rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening a few times, and then inserted it. She started moving up and down incessantly. I don't know if it was because Aunt Chen was so wet or her vagina was too loose, but I felt a wet, slippery flesh gripping my penis. There was pleasure, but it wasn't very intense. Anyway, I didn't care; the longer it lasted, the more satisfied these two old women would be. Since I was on the bottom, I didn't need to move much, so I pulled my mother closer. My mother also let go, offering a kiss and sucking my tongue until we were both breathless. Then she knelt on my chest and licked my nipples. Suddenly, I remembered that in porn, one man often serves two women. So I asked my mother to straddle my head so I could use my tongue on her. My mother then sat on my head, facing Aunt Chen. Perhaps to avoid pressing on me, I... I didn't feel much pressure, so I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's still-dripping, wet cunt. Maybe it was too comfortable, or maybe it was because I was sitting so unsteady, but after only a few licks, my mother's body started to sway. So my mother grabbed Aunt Chen's shoulders. Aunt Chen was in the middle of it all, and when she saw a pair of hands touching her shoulders, she didn't care who it was and opened her mouth to kiss my mother's mouth. (PS: Although I couldn't see the actual kiss from my position, judging from their posture, they were definitely kissing. I asked my mother afterward, and she admitted it.) My mother's entire attention was on my tongue. She was startled when someone kissed her out of the blue, and the fact that the other person was a woman made her even more flustered. She half-heartedly agreed to a French kiss with Aunt Chen. Meanwhile, I was enjoying the pleasure on my penis, smelling the fishy, pungent scent coming from my mother's cunt, and licking her cunt. It was incredibly enjoyable.

About ten minutes later, I don't know if Aunt Chen had climaxed or was just tired, but she rolled over and lay down, panting as she said to my mother, "Big sister, come on." My mother's desire was burning so hard that she had nowhere to release it. Hearing Aunt Chen say this, I didn't stand on ceremony and got up to sit between my legs, just like Aunt Chen. My mother is different from others, and I didn't want her to get tired. I had also thought about rewarding her earlier, so I had her lie down and we switched to the missionary position. My mother obediently lay down, and I easily thrust in all the way. As soon as I entered, I felt that my mother's vagina was tighter. Maybe it's because my mother has only been with me for so many years, and the size of her vagina can fit my penis perfectly. Aunt Chen is different; she must have had many men around her, so her vagina feels a bit loose.

As soon as I penetrated her, Mom started her signature moaning. I didn't know if she was moaning because she felt so good, or because seeing her son working so hard on her was stimulating her. In any case, Mom's moans were very powerful, always giving me a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Aunt Chen wasn't idle either. After catching her breath, she lay on Mom's chest, licking back and forth between Mom's nipples, and occasionally turning around to kiss Mom and me. When she got tired, she lay on Mom's lower abdomen, watching the point where Mom and I were joined. This lewd scene made me more and more excited. I thrust a few times hard, pulled out my penis, and brought it to Aunt Chen's mouth. Aunt Chen cooperated and opened her mouth to swallow it. Seeing Chen... Auntie was licking my penis while Mom's juices were flowing. I almost couldn't control myself and ejaculated, but thinking that Mom hadn't climaxed yet, I desperately held back the urge to ejaculate. I pulled my penis out of Auntie's mouth and continued to work inside Mom's cunt. After so many years of incest, Mom's body had become very sensitive. In just a short while, Mom was on the verge of climax, and I was at my limit. I was just desperately holding back the urge to ejaculate and thrusting hard into Mom's vagina. Just as Mom screamed and reached her climax, I also roared and ejaculated all my semen into Mom's vagina. Mom started convulsing again, and I pulled my penis out after the throbbing of my penis stopped.

As soon as the penis left my mother's vagina, it brought out a stream of semen mixed with vaginal fluid, with a pungent smell that made me want to vomit. Then, the most shocking scene of the day appeared. I saw Aunt Chen put her mouth to my mother's vaginal opening, stick out her tongue and lick the semen flowing out, swallowing it all. This scene shocked me. I never thought Aunt Chen would be so lewd. Even my mother couldn't swallow the semen flowing out of her vagina, but Aunt Chen did it, and very decisively and skillfully, without the slightest disgust. This greatly changed my opinion of Aunt Chen. (P.S.: Although this part about the double penetration isn't very detailed, it still recreates about 95% of the scene. It's just that I can't remember some of the smaller details. Some readers might say that this part of the main event isn't exciting or seductive enough, but I can't help it. This is all I can write. I've expressed what I needed to express, so please bear with me.)

Mom was still convulsing and had no idea what had happened. By the time she recovered, Aunt Chen had already gone to the bathroom, and I lit a cigarette and leaned against the bed to rest with my eyes closed. Mom saw that I was resting and didn't bother me (actually, I knew as soon as Mom recovered that even though she said her eyes were closed, I could still see everything she did). I got up to go to the bathroom and saw a large wet patch on the bed. I blushed and hurriedly went to the bathroom. Aunt Chen had just gone in a few minutes earlier. I wondered if something erotic had happened between them in the bathroom. Because I knew that the two women's desire hadn't been extinguished by the frenzy just now. Women of that age can't be satisfied with just one orgasm. That's why I even closed my eyes while smoking, taking the opportunity to rest. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to last the second half.

(PS: Many people will say I'm bragging, that I could continue after ejaculating twice. Actually, I'm not bragging. At 223 years old at the time, I could release my pent-up desire on my mother 3 to 4 times a night. Although I was dealing with two women, I still had the energy for another round, it's just that I felt very tired.)

After finishing my cigarette, they still hadn't come in. Then a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I was so tired, not physically, but mentally. Ejaculating twice in a row, satisfying two 50-year-old women, would make any man feel a bit exhausted, and I was no exception. So I was too lazy to even shower and just fell asleep. I didn't even know when the two women came in.

I slept very soundly. When I woke up, it was already getting dark. I hadn't checked the time when I finished at noon, so I didn't know what time it was. When I woke up, I checked the time and it was 6:30 pm. I guess I slept for almost 4 hours. After waking up, I felt completely refreshed. I looked around and saw two women sleeping soundly, naked. My mother was even snoring softly. As the saying goes, when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust. Although I hadn't eaten dinner yet, with my energy restored, I naturally wanted to do something more. Thinking of Aunt Chen's seductive behavior at noon, my penis got hard again. To let my mother sleep a little longer, I set my sights on Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen was lying flat on her back with her legs slightly apart. I lowered my head and smelled her pubic hair; it smelled of shower gel. I gently parted her legs a little and started licking her vulva with my tongue. I hadn't looked at Aunt Chen properly at noon, and now I noticed that her labia were even darker than my mother's. I guess this is what the online enthusiasts call "black fungus." Of course, what attracted me wasn't Aunt Chen's vulva, but her age, her breasts, and her thick pubic hair. Aunt Chen's pubic hair was comparable to my mother's, which was undoubtedly the greatest temptation for a man like me who had a strong preference for women with abundant pubic hair.

After only a few licks, Aunt Chen started to produce fluid, but not much. She was probably still asleep, and it was just a physiological reaction. However, I could still feel that Aunt Chen's vaginal opening was moist, and a fishy smell wafted up. I had looked up information online before, and it was said that a woman's vaginal fluid contains a large number of microorganisms and bacteria. So, since then, I have rarely deliberately drunk the vaginal fluid of my mother or the women around me. Occasionally, when I give them oral sex, I might lick some, but it's acceptable. So, this time, I didn't lick Aunt Chen's vaginal opening either. I just licked her clitoris back and forth. Seeing that her clitoris slowly became engorged and enlarged, and that more and more fluid was flowing from her vagina, I knew that Aunt Chen was awake but pretending to be asleep. It seemed that I had to tease her. So, I put Aunt Chen's vagina in my mouth and gently bit her clitoris with my teeth. Aunt Chen let out an "Ah!" and her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. This not only startled me but also woke up my mother. Seeing my malicious smile, Aunt Chen knew that I had deliberately done something naughty. When Mom woke up and saw me kneeling between Aunt Chen's legs, she roughly knew what had happened. She asked if we were hungry, suggesting we reheat our lunch and eat before playing. I jokingly told Mom to let my brother eat first, and Aunt Chen echoed my sentiment. Mom muttered something under her breath and then fell silent.

Seeing that both women were awake, I asked them if their anuses were satisfied. If so, we could do anal sex. Mom was noncommittal, but Aunt Chen objected, saying she wasn't satisfied and wanted more. I thought for a moment about whether one could have sex in the front and the other in the back, both women at the same time. But then I thought, anuses aren't very clean. Having sex with Mom's anus and then Aunt Chen's vagina would be too dirty. Although I didn't have any feelings for Aunt Chen, I still had to be responsible for her; it wouldn't be good to catch some disease. So I decided to satisfy them first. I told Aunt Chen to go comfort Mom again, but Aunt Chen said I should do it with Mom first. I nodded indifferently, looked at Mom, and she didn't say anything, but gave me the answer with her actions. She silently took out a condom from under the pillow and gently stroked my penis with her hand. When my penis was hard enough, she slowly put the condom on me. Mom is Mom. From taking out the condom to putting it on me, although it didn't take long, the whole process was so gentle and careful. No other woman around me could compare.

After putting on the condom, Mom rolled over and lay face down on the bed, her buttocks sticking up high. With the bedside lamp on, the pubic hair on Mom's anus was particularly clear, which further stimulated my visual nerves. My penis was ready to fight. Although there was lubricant on the condom, I was afraid that Mom would still be in pain, so I bent down and gently licked Mom's anus with my tongue, trying to leave as much saliva as possible on it. Mom's anus opened and closed, cooperating with my tongue to prepare for battle.

Seeing that it was about time, I got up and gently pushed my penis into my mother's anus. Actually, her anus was already accustomed to the size of my penis, but she was still my mother, and I didn't want her to experience any pain. As I inserted it, I asked her how it felt, if it hurt. After receiving a negative answer, I pushed a little harder, and my entire penis went in. My mother let out a soft "hmm." Afraid of hurting her, I waited a while before slowly starting to thrust. At this point, my mother began to moan softly again. Seeing that she didn't seem uncomfortable, I gradually increased the pressure. The anus is different from the vagina; the feeling is indescribable. It felt very tight, but not painful, and the feeling of fullness with each thrust was intense. Stimulated by this pleasure, I increased my speed and strength. I wanted to pierce my mother's anus, and my mother, under the strange pleasure, started to moan loudly. Her vagina slowly began to seep out some vaginal fluid. Aunt Chen, watching from the side, got aroused and reached out to grab my mother's breasts and play with them. While playing with them, she told me to take it easy and not to ejaculate. Of course, I knew that Aunt Chen was afraid that I would not be able to satisfy her later, so I told her not to worry and focused on fucking my mother's anus. As for what Aunt Chen and my mother were doing in front, from my angle, I could only see Aunt Chen grabbing my mother's breasts and kneading them. I couldn't see anything else. However, in my mother's position, Aunt Chen couldn't do anything fancy.

After about 15 minutes, Mom said she couldn't take it anymore, so I immediately pulled out my penis. Seeing how red and swollen her anus was, I felt a pang of heartache. I could never maintain a calm attitude while playing sex games with Mom. Every time, no matter which hole I penetrated, I felt incredibly excited, and my body would thrust uncontrollably. This time was no different. After confirming that Mom had had enough, I set my sights on Aunt Chen. When Aunt Chen saw me looking at her, she lay on the bed and raised her buttocks. Of course, I knew she didn't want me to penetrate her anus, so I pulled out my... I rubbed my penis against Aunt Chen's vaginal opening a few times with the condom, then forcefully thrust it in. Aunt Chen let out an "Ah!" and then started moaning, saying things like, "Good son, it's so deep! Good son, harder!" She made all the sounds she usually made when she was with her son. I didn't hold back and thrust in and out of Aunt Chen's vagina with wide, forceful strokes (photo attached). While I was doing it, I observed my mother's condition. Seeing that my mother was just lying flat on the bed resting and didn't seem to be in any particular discomfort, I felt relieved and my attention returned to Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen's body moved back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts, and each time I reached her cervix, what they call the "flower core" in novels—that little tuft of flesh deep inside the vagina. With this force and speed, even Aunt Chen, a seasoned womanizer, was starting to feel it. Her vagina was contracting and expanding (PS: Apparently, some women really do experience this before orgasm, with their vaginas contracting and expanding as described in novels, a very noticeable sensation, but I didn't feel it with my mother. It seems there's some truth to novels). She was mumbling incoherently, saying things like "faster," "don't stop," etc., knowing that Aunt Chen... Auntie was close to climaxing, so I sped up. The urge to ejaculate intensified, and I gripped her buttocks, thrusting vigorously about ten times before ejaculating. Because I'd slept for several hours, my testicles had ample time to produce sperm, resulting in a large ejaculation. As I ejaculated, I felt Auntie's vagina twitching; she had also climaxed. Thankfully, I satisfied her; otherwise, I don't know how much more she would have tormented me. Although young people have boundless energy, ejaculating three times within a few hours is a bit much even for someone of my strength.

After finishing, I pulled out my penis. Auntie rolled over and lay on the bed, panting heavily. Semen flowed from her vagina, soaking the bed. My mother and I didn't care; we were already planning to throw the sheets away anyway. When Mom saw that we were finished, she gently took out a wet wipe and cleaned my penis. As for Aunt Chen, Mom hesitated for a moment and still didn't clean her up. Aunt Chen rested for a while and recovered from her orgasm. Seeing the mess under her, she smiled embarrassedly, got up and went to the bathroom. Mom massaged my whole body and asked me if I was tired. I said I was okay, just a little hungry. When she heard me say that, Mom prepared to put on her bathrobe and go to the kitchen to heat up the food. I told Mom that I still preferred Mom without clothes. Mom smiled shyly, threw the bathrobe in my face, and turned to go into the kitchen.

When I came out of the shower, Mom had already heated up the food. After an afternoon of hard work, the three of us had grown closer. Mom wasn't as cautious as she had been in the morning. The three of us, naked, sat around the table and ate happily. As we ate, Aunt Chen praised my mom's cooking and her skills in bed, saying she was much better than her son. I smiled and didn't say anything, just focused on eating my food. I was really hungry, and having ejaculated three times that afternoon, I had lost interest in these teasing words. Mom, on the other hand, was in good spirits, just like at noon, chatting with Aunt Chen as they ate. By the time we finished eating, it was already past 8 p.m. Aunt Chen got dressed and prepared to go home. Seeing that it was getting late, even though the bus stop was downstairs, I put on my pajamas to show the gentlemanly manners I should have and saw Aunt Chen downstairs to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, Aunt Chen said, still wanting more, that I could call her anytime I missed her. Of course, I hoped so. Seeing that I nodded in agreement, Aunt Chen happily got on the bus and left.

When I got home, Mom had already finished tidying up and was about to take a shower. Seeing me come in, she said, "Are you satisfied now?" Of course I said I was, but I didn't want this to be the last time—though I only thought that to myself. Seeing Mom go to shower, I sat down at the computer out of boredom. I didn't want to play games, afraid of losing track of time; I had to go to work on Monday. So I chose a few songs to listen to. When Mom came out, I went in and took a quick shower too. When I came out, Mom was already asleep. Everyone was tired after a long afternoon. Afraid of disturbing her if I slept next to her, I didn't go to her bed. I just took a blanket and pillow and spread them on the floor, lay down, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Postscript:

I just turned 30 on June 10th, 2012, and my mother is already 57. Although we still maintain our incestuous relationship, it's not as frequent as before. I'm getting married next year, and my mother has said that our incestuous relationship will end after I get married. Actually, in the 10 years of our incestuous relationship, I can't even tell whether I love my mother as a woman or just her body. But I'm sure that although I've vented my frustrations on my mother for 10 years, the familial love has always remained. Sometimes when I see my mother's hair starting to turn gray and the wrinkles slowly creeping onto her face, my heart aches. I really want to say thank you to my mother, but I can't bring myself to say it. It's been a full 20 years since my mother's divorce. My mother has dedicated 20 years of her life to me, providing for me in every way—life, work, relationships, and even my physical needs. I've felt her boundless love. Whether I see her as family, a lover, or simply someone to vent my frustrations on, none of that matters to her. What matters most is that her son has grown up, started a family, and established himself. More than physical or sensual satisfaction, I think my mother wants to see me grow. She knows I'll write about this threesome and will see this article. Since I can't say thank you in person, I'll say it here: Thank you, Mom, thank you for all your care and concern over the years, thank you for your selfless dedication and sacrifice. Your son has grown up, and you will have a peaceful and happy old age.

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