My mom, who belongs only to me.

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The first time I witnessed my mother being intimate with someone was during my school years.

I remember that afternoon we had a political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was preoccupied with finishing my game the night before, so after lunch I sneaked home and hid in my room for some serious fun.

After playing for a while, I suddenly heard the door open. Startled, I quickly shut down the computer, lay down on the bed pretending to be asleep, making up excuses like, "I have a headache, I need to come home and rest."

Then I heard a man and a woman talking outside. The woman was clearly my mother, but the man's voice wasn't my father's. Curious, I quietly went to the window and peeked into the living room through a corner of the curtain. The man was Liu Bo, the son of my father's old neighbor, who was probably in his thirties now. My dad told me they hadn't been in touch for a long time. A few years ago, after my family moved to this neighborhood, we unexpectedly discovered that Liu Bo's dad also lived in the same area. Naturally, the two families started interacting more often. Liu Bo frequently visited our home and had a good relationship with both my parents, calling them "Brother Wang" and "Sister Xu" very affectionately. But I didn't really like him; I thought he was slick and greasy, like a gigolo.

Liu Bo sat down on the sofa, and my mom poured him some tea. Liu Bo took the tea, placed it on the coffee table, and reached out to hug my mom. My mom pushed him away and called out to my room a few times:

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?" Mom smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. The two hugged for a while, and I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand reach between Mom's legs, groping around. Mom's breathing became rapid, and she said,

"Let's go inside!" The two hugged and went into Mom and Dad's bedroom.

I never dreamed I would see this scene, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, but I saw that Mom's bedroom door wasn't closed properly, leaving a large gap. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be noticed, but could still see what was happening inside.

My mother had already taken off her shoes and was lying diagonally on the bed, her top also removed. Liu Bo was reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Soon, the bra was off, revealing a pair of beautiful, snow-white, full, and translucent breasts that almost bounced out. I swear, these were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, more beautiful than those in nude photos on computers. The cherry-sized nipples weren't black as I had imagined; instead, they were an alluring pale pink. My penis instantly became hard!

Liu Bo's hand pressed against my mother's breast. My mother looked at him with watery eyes. Liu Bo's lips moved closer, his tongue entering her mouth, and the two kissed.

After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her around a bit, so I could see her naked body in its entirety. I really hadn't expected my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained. Her skin was as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, and her figure was in no way inferior to those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer. Her waist was slender, and her two snow-white legs were long and shapely. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm.

Liu Bo had already stripped naked, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at his mother, then he lay down on top of her, shifting his hips from side to side, before thrusting forward violently! His mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew Liu Bo's penis was inside her.

Liu Bo continued to fuck his mother, holding her tightly. My legs went weak, and I knelt down against the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited; my glans was so swollen it almost burst through my underwear.

After Liu Bo had been fucking my mother like this for over ten minutes, he changed positions. He knelt straight in front of her with his legs spread, hoisting her two snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders. He then bent down and thrust his penis into her vagina, pounding into her hard, one thrust after another. It's said that this position makes a woman feel fucked more thoroughly, and sure enough, my mother's moans were much louder than before.

From my angle, I could clearly see my mother's snow-white, alluring buttocks pressed into an extremely beautiful and lewd shape. Liu Bo's thick, hard penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's tender, pink labia, moving in and out of her vagina repeatedly, making a rhythmic sound of flesh colliding. My mother's white legs, draped high over his shoulders, swayed with Liu Bo's penetration, her two delicate, snow-white feet trembling involuntarily, incredibly alluring.

I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumbled mess. One hand involuntarily slipped into my underwear, and after a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move.

Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by this bastard, her breasts and buttocks heaving, listening to her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating once more.

I don't know how much time passed, but Liu Bo let out a muffled groan, his penis deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, motionless, clearly having ejaculated inside her. At the same time, I also ejaculated a second time. I checked the clock and calculated the time; Liu Bo had been having sex with my mother for over forty minutes.

After finishing, Liu Bo lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked it, one arm still around my mother's fair and tender body, his expression one of satisfaction and pride. My mother buried her face in his chest. The two of them spoke softly, occasionally laughing out loud.

They lingered like this for another ten minutes or so before Liu Bo started to get dressed. I quickly and quietly returned to my room, peeking out through the curtains.

A moment later, Liu Bo, dressed, came out of the room, and my mother, wearing only her underwear, saw him off. Just before the door, Liu Bo turned back, hugged my mother, and chuckled as he suddenly pulled her underwear down halfway, lightly slapping her soft, white buttocks twice. My mother glared at him, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly as well.

After Liu Bo left, my mother tidied her hair, went into the bedroom, then came out with the bedsheets and went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip out. My crotch felt uncomfortablely damp. I went to the public restroom to wipe myself and found that the front of my underwear was soaked.

I sat on a stone bench in the community garden to rest, my mind still a mess, with lingering excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

My parents worked at the same factory. My mother was a doctor in the factory clinic, and my father had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago to work outside. My mother was eight years younger than my father, and they married young, before she was twenty. I was born the following year, and she's not even forty yet.

I've heard them mention that my maternal grandparents were from out of town and didn't have many relatives or friends locally, only a distant connection with my father's family. My maternal grandfather died early, leaving my maternal grandmother and mother to rely on each other, and life was quite difficult. My grandfather felt that his family was their only relative and that he had a responsibility to take care of them, so he treated them very well. My parents helped my mother with her schooling and factory work.

My father even helped them with manual labor like a son. My maternal grandmother regarded my father as her son-in-law from a young age. Later, my maternal grandmother became seriously ill and was worried about my mother being alone, so my mother graduated from nursing school and married my father shortly after starting work. They even changed my mother's age to be a year older for the wedding. My maternal grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me.

My father is truly good to my mother. He often takes on the housework himself, not wanting her to be tired. A few years ago, the factory wasn't doing well, and wanting to ease the family's financial burden, he contracted out an engineering department to run it himself. Over the years, he's earned some money, and the family's finances have improved significantly. However, because of the hard work, my father has aged considerably.

My mother, while not a stunning beauty, is definitely a pretty woman. The key is that she doesn't look her age at all. As far as I can remember, from when I was in elementary school until now, she hasn't looked much different, except for a few barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes.

Of course, this is largely due to Mom's love of skincare, and Dad is also particularly generous in buying her skincare and beauty products, especially as the family's finances have improved in recent years. However, this has also made the age gap between Dad and Mom appear even wider. Sometimes when our family goes out, acquaintances will jokingly say,

"Old Wang, out shopping with your daughter and son?" Dad doesn't get angry; instead, he laughs heartily, proudly putting his arm around Mom and saying:

"Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, and how handsome my son is!" Mom would give Dad a playful glance, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at acquaintances.

I don't know how Mom truly felt about Dad, but as far back as I can remember, Mom and Dad were always very loving.

Mom was gentle with Dad and very kind to me. She was also very good at interpersonal relationships, always presenting a dignified and elegant image, and was the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So if I hadn't seen what happened today, I would never have believed it, not even if you begged me.

I wandered around outside until school was over before going home, and Mom seemed to be cooking as usual. Dad didn't come home until dark, looking exhausted. My father's contract period was almost over, and the factory had made it clear that they would take back all the contracted departments upon expiration and wouldn't renew them. So, my father wanted to make the most of his remaining time and worked even harder, often leaving early and returning late.

The family ate together, my father and mother were loving and kind, and my mother showed no signs of distress. I wondered if what I had witnessed that day was a dream. I thought to myself, women are all natural-born actors.

A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very congenially with my father. My mother watched them chatting and laughing.

I felt sorry for my father.

Until I graduated from high school, I witnessed my mother and Liu Bo five more times using the same method. Except for one time when they locked the door, I saw the whole thing the other times. I don't know how many times my mother and he cheated on each other, but it was definitely more than I caught them doing it.

Several nights I eavesdropped outside the door while my parents made love. From the moment they started making noise until they stopped, it only lasted about ten minutes. And most of the time they just talked, and then I could hear my father snoring. I understand now why my mother cheated on me

. I hate Liu Bo, but deep down I also longed to see him having sex with my mother again. Ever since I started thinking about women, I've often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother like that has had similar experiences), but back then I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn't dare let myself think about it anymore. In my wet dreams, I always see a mature and beautiful woman, but her face is blurry.

Ever since I witnessed my mother's affair with Liu Bo, the woman in my wet dreams has been unmistakably my mother, completely naked. Sometimes it's Liu Bo, and sometimes it's me, having sex with her snow-white, alluring body.

I started masturbating frequently, and each time I masturbated, my mind was filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being violated by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the image of my mother's trembling, tender white feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulders was something I found endlessly ecstatic.

My grades were only average to begin with, and with all this overthinking, they plummeted even further. Luckily, I did well on the college entrance exam, just barely making the cut. Whether I'd even get into university was uncertain, but thankfully, the factory had ten spots each year for a sponsored program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, and graduates were directly assigned to work at the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children, who were even worse than me, I easily secured one of those spots.

My father had hoped I'd get into a good university and make him proud, so this result left him disheartened for several days.

His mother advised him that many university graduates couldn't find jobs these days, so a training program was a more stable option. She pointed out that other families' children wanted such programs but didn't meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well in recent years, so getting a job there was good enough.

Five years ago, the factory appointed a new, domineering, autocratic, and rude factory manager. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky. Shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of their factory area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became easier, and coupled with his own abilities, the factory turned a profit the following year, and continued to improve in the years that followed.

This is also why the factory wanted to take back the departments that had been contracted out. My father had mixed feelings about the new factory manager.

Soon I went to university, and we, the sponsored students, were all assigned to attend classes at a branch campus of the Civil Engineering College, not far from my home. I had no great ambitions and felt that this result was already incredibly good. Anyway, I already had a job lined up in advance, so I didn't care much about studying. I was having a blast. After I went to university, my parents felt that I was already half an adult, so they didn't pay much attention to me. The family hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance had increased several times over. I even went into stock trading with some classmates, and I was lucky enough to make a lot of money.

After starting university, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful glint in my mother's eyes. My father, however, remained completely unaware.

Perhaps I was born a bad boy. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first time, I went to a woman in her thirties who was fairly attractive. But once we started, I realized that while her face was alright, her clothes were a disaster. Her figure was deformed and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I lost my virginity to such a low-class woman. After that, I started choosing younger, prettier prostitutes. After a few tries, I discovered I had a strong sex drive. Combining this with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at playing with women. Almost every woman I slept with was dripping wet and had multiple orgasms. Several women said they wished all their clients were like me.

One day, I met a woman in her early twenties named Xiao Rong. She was quite pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes, viewed from the side, resembled my mother's. She had very fair skin and, remarkably, a pair of beautiful, delicate white feet.

I was extremely satisfied at the time. I had a great time that time, and of course, she had a great time too. Later I learned that she was a saleswoman at a supermarket. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and they had a five-year-old child, so they were struggling financially. She would occasionally work part-time as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some pocket money. I thought she was clean and I felt no guilt when I was with her, so Xiao Rong became my regular sex partner. I would meet her almost every week to have sex with her.

Xiao Rong and I tried various positions for sex, and she even gave me oral sex. It felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet and casually kissed her delicate, white insteps. I hesitated a little, afraid she would think I was a pervert. Seeing that she seemed relaxed, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her tender feet. Her feet were clean and odorless. Then I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. After sucking for a while, I used her two tender feet to rub my swollen penis up and down. At this moment, Xiao Rong smiled and said to me, "Do you like foot fetishes? Lie down and I'll do it for you."

I lay there comfortably, watching Xiao Rong use her two snow-white, delicate feet to sometimes rub my penis, and sometimes rhythmically press on the swollen glans, feeling a unique and intense stimulation. After about twenty minutes of foot fetish, I ejaculated, spraying my semen all over her soft, white feet.

Afterwards, Xiaorong told me that many men have a foot fetish these days, and out of ten clients she's met, two or three enjoy foot fetishes with her. Some men even just play with her feet and are satisfied without having sex with her.

The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work on a project. I was in my room surfing the internet, and looking out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing white high-heeled slippers; her feet were soft, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiaorong's.

Suddenly, I remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling as they were once perched high on the shoulders of some wild man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images flashed through my mind: my mother being raped by Liu Bo, and me playing footjob with Xiao Rong. For a moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain

myself. Afterwards, I was terrified. If my father hadn't come in in time, I don't know what would have happened. I was somewhat frightened, so I reduced the number of times I went home, spending most of my time in the student dormitory. My mother asked me why I didn't come home often, and I said I wanted to study hard at school.

However, near the end of my first semester of university, a terrible thing happened at home.

It was a weekend. When I got home, I saw Liu Bo sneaking out of the stairwell of my building, looking around furtively. He looked bruised and battered. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father's angry shouts and my mother's sobs coming from my parents' bedroom. In my memory, my father had never said a harsh word to my mother. Considering Liu Bo's appearance, my heart skipped a beat: Dad had found out!

I went over and looked inside. My mother was slumped on the floor, covering her face and crying, while my father was waving his fists and roaring angrily.

I called out to them. My mother looked up at me, then lowered her head and covered her face again, crying. Dad stopped yelling, came out and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, stomped his foot and went out, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my crying mother, not knowing what to say. After a while, I helped Mom sit up on the bed and went out to pour her a glass of water. Mom took a sip and then refused to drink anymore, holding my hand, head down, not saying a word.

I could only sit there with her.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that the factory security personnel led two policemen to knock on our door and enter our house. The two policemen looked at each other when they saw my mother, and finally said that there had been a traffic accident three hours earlier; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died on the spot. They had preliminarily confirmed from the deceased's ID card and work ID that it was my father, and asked the family to confirm it one last time.

My mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. It was the police and security personnel who quickly roused her by pinching her philtrum.

My mother and I stumbled to the hospital morgue; the deceased was indeed my father. His chest and abdomen were mangled beyond recognition. My mother immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry.

At my father's funeral, my mother cried herself to sleep several times. I was conflicted. On one hand, I felt my father's tragic death was all my mother's fault, and I subconsciously hated her; on the other hand, seeing my mother crying so bitterly, I felt sorry for her, knowing she must be filled with extreme remorse. Remembering how good my father had always been to me, I cried incessantly.

For a whole week, Mom was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting there silently.

She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some liquids like milk. Seeing Mom so upset, my heart slowly softened.

I really wanted to give Liu Bo a good beating, but I was afraid of revealing everything and making Mom and me too ashamed to face anyone, so I held back.

Mom didn't go back to work until two weeks later, but a somber atmosphere remained in the house. I racked my brains, trying to strategically comfort Mom, pretending not to know why she had argued with Dad that day, and deliberately asked her if it was because of Dad's construction project. Mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded awkwardly.

A little over a month later, my winter vacation started. I didn't go anywhere; I stayed home with my mother. One day, I saw my mother come home from work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her and said something urgently, but my mother ignored him and walked on with a cold face. Liu Bo chased after her and frantically tried to pull her away, but my mother suddenly turned around, forcefully shook off his hand, and glared at him fiercely. Liu Bo shrank back step by step, and finally walked away dejectedly. I felt a surge of satisfaction watching this. It wasn't

until more than two months after my father's death, and in a week when I was about to return from my vacation, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. Over the past two months, my mother had lost weight, but she looked even more pitiful, delicate and frail, which made me feel a pang of pity.

One evening, my mother went to take a shower, and I, having nothing to do, turned on the computer and browsed aimlessly. I accidentally opened a video file—a Japanese AV I had downloaded before, depicting incest between a mother and son. Watching the young, beautiful, fair-skinned mother being brutally violated by her own son, I suddenly realized I hadn't been with a woman for over two months. I felt incredibly pent up, and my penis involuntarily became erect.

Just then, my mother came out of the shower and came to my room, asking where I had put the remote. I looked up and saw my mother standing in the doorway of my room. Her half-dry hair was casually tied back, and she wore a low-cut pink nightgown. The skin on her breasts was as smooth as cream, and the upper edges of her snow-white breasts were faintly visible. She was still wearing her favorite white high-heeled sandals, and her bare, tender feet were as white and lovely as jade. My penis swelled even more.

I suppressed my urge and went out to get the remote control for my mother. She sat down and adjusted the TV. I sat next to her, looking at her sideways. Perhaps because she had just used night cream, her face looked exceptionally fair and tender, with a delicate chin, a long, snow-white neck, and a sexy, rosy mouth. I suddenly couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed my mother and tried to kiss her on the lips. My mother was startled, dodging my mouth and screaming,

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing!" My mind was clouded by lust, and I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips... I want to sleep with you..." As I spoke, I continued to hug her.

Suddenly, my mother became very strong and pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought to myself, if you had used this strength to deal with Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. I yelled at my mom,

"Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?" My mom froze instantly, as if under a spell, staring at me intently.

"You...you know..." "Yes, I knew a long time ago! I saw everything he did to you!" My mom slumped softly to the ground. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on aphrodisiacs. Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put my mother on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily, and I unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high, and her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, appearing flat and sexy. I spread her two smooth, white thighs, and the tender, red, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of complete explosion!

I quickly pulled down my pants and straddled my mother's snow-white, alluring body.

My mother just stared at me blankly, as if she didn't know what I was going to do. She didn't react until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina. She tried to push me away, but it was too late; my throbbing cock had already thrust deep into her tender vagina.

My mother closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

I continued to fuck her, my whole body trembling with excitement.

I tried to kiss her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let my tongue in. I turned to kiss her cheeks and lick her fair, delicate neck.

My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely through forced penetration. Driven by overwhelming impulse, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was shocked; I had just forced myself on my own mother! I nervously observed my mother.

Instead of the beating and yelling I expected, my mother stared blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring,

"Xiao Jin, I didn't, I didn't mean to kill your father..." Looking at my mother, her face streaked with tears, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked, snow-white body and softly said,

"Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident." "No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameless woman...she sleeps around with other men, even her own son..." My mother seemed confused; I had just forced myself on her, yet she was now clinging to me. I felt even more sorry for her. I pressed my face against hers and said,

"Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know it's Dad who neglected you. You have normal needs too... If nothing unexpected happens, Dad will understand and forgive you..." At that moment, Mom looked at me like a drowning person grasping at a straw, her eyes fixed on me:

"Xiao Jin, really?" I nodded.

Suddenly, Mom cried and hugged me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined. Soon, I felt aroused again. When I penetrated her again, she no longer resisted. After a few minutes of fucking, Mom gradually became responsive, instinctively moving her body gently in response. This time, I enjoyed it immensely, and Mom began to moan, her vagina starting to flow. I fucked Mom for about forty minutes, ejaculating inside her again.

I held Mom and we slept for a while, when she suddenly broke free from me, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from a drawer, and swallowed it.

When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. Mom tried to move my hand away, but I insisted on hugging her again. This happened several times. After a while, Mom sighed and gently hugged me. We fell asleep like that.

The next day, I woke up after ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; Mom had already gone to work. Thinking about the scene of making love with Mom yesterday, I felt extremely happy and relaxed, as if I had inexhaustible energy.

I knew in my heart that Mom's behavior last night was just a reaction of extreme helplessness under the sudden blow, and did not mean that she had truly given in to me. But she did not resist in the end, which was already half the battle won. I'm her only family now, her pillar of support. If I just patiently and persistently try to win her over psychologically, and then use my strong sexual prowess to completely conquer her in bed, given enough time, Mom will naturally and willingly become my woman. Thinking this, I couldn't help but laugh smugly. For the

first time ever, I started doing housework. It was only four in the afternoon when I began preparing dinner. But by seven o'clock, after reheating the food twice, Mom still hadn't returned. I called her, only to find she'd left her phone at home. I panicked and rushed to the factory. I found Mom sitting alone in her empty office, lost in thought. When she saw me enter, she glanced at me and lowered her head without saying a word. I tried to pull her away, but she pulled away. I panicked and tried to pull her again. This time, Mom couldn't break free and had to stand up with me. On the way home, Mom didn't say a word to me.

When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom glanced at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, Mom remaining silent, and I didn't know what to say either, so I didn't speak either. After silently finishing my meal, I went behind Mom, boldly hugged her, and then boldly slipped my hand inside her clothes, grasping and kneading her large breasts. Mom lowered her head and let me play for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower." I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. Mom went into the bathroom. I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV while waiting for Mom to come out. Half an hour later, Mom emerged from the bathroom, looking as beautiful and charming as she had after her shower yesterday. She seemed a little surprised to see the spotless table and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away and whispered, "You should go wash up too!" before going into the bedroom.

As if hearing a voice from the bottom of my throat, I rushed into the bathroom and, in no time, finished my business in ten minutes. I went into the bedroom wearing only my underwear.

My mother was lying on her side on the bed. She immediately noticed my bulging underwear, blushed slightly, and slowly sat up. She took off her pajamas, then her bra and panties, and lay there completely naked. She glanced at me, then lowered her head again.

Unlike yesterday, I didn't mount her and immediately have sex. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissing her face and lips, then gently licking her neck. Next, I kissed and licked down her soft white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised, looking up at me licking her body. After a while, she closed her eyes, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her delicate vulva, my tongue licking her tender red labia. My mother flinched, her two snow-white thighs clamping together tightly, pressing my face against hers. I licked incessantly until moisture began to flow from her tender vulva. A moan escaped her lips.

I continued licking and kissing her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss. My mother opened her eyes and struggled. I gripped her feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and sucked on each of her jade-like toes, like delicious candies. My mother's feet had an indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking on her toes, I held her entire foot and deeply shoved it into my mouth to suckle. After sucking her left foot, I switched to her right… Mom watched me shamelessly lick her feet, her eyes misting over, her fair cheeks flushed.

Her delicate body writhed. I put down Mom's tender feet, straddled her, my thick, hard penis pressing against her vaginal opening, deliberately saying in a vulgar tone,

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!" Mom let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing.

I thrust my hips forward, my hard penis plunging in completely!

I squeezed and played with Mom's large, white breasts while fucking her like a storm, and in less than two minutes, Mom had her first orgasm. When she climaxed, her vagina clenched tightly, and I was caught off guard, almost ejaculating. I knew I had encountered the legendary "miracle vagina," and I was incredibly excited.

As her first orgasm approached, Mom gradually relaxed, and her responses became more and more natural. When I thrust downwards, she also cooperated by lifting her buttocks upwards, and I could clearly feel the head of my penis repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under intense stimulation, Mom soon experienced a second orgasm. She screamed, clutching my neck tightly with both hands, her body trembling violently. Her vagina gripped my penis like a tiny hand. Fortunately, having learned from my first experience, I was prepared and changed from frantic thrusting to slow, deep penetration, which prevented me from ejaculating.

I deliberately held back, fucking Mom for an hour before finally ejaculating with unbridled pleasure. Mom had four orgasms in total.

After rolling off Mom's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took several satisfying puffs.

Now I truly understood what "post-coital smoking is like heaven" meant. My mother, her body limp and wet from my ministrations, nestled in my arms. Looking down from her fair shoulders, I saw her plump, alluring buttocks and couldn't resist giving them a couple of light slaps. She looked up at me shyly, shifting her body slightly in my embrace.

I lightly slapped her buttocks again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty." Obediently, she got up naked and went to get me the drink. Then, she took a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me.

Seeing my mother's actions, I was suddenly aroused and said to her,

"Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see." My mother turned around shyly, awkwardly spreading her legs. I saw her tender, alluring little vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. I suddenly realized: twenty years ago, I emerged from this charming little opening, and twenty years later, what comes out is the semen I ejaculated inside! I became excited again.

"Mom, no need to wipe anymore, I haven't had enough of you yet!" Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pressed her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender body... The second penetration, using my previous semen as lubricant, felt incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more unbearable, orgasming three times in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me for mercy, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina contracted in waves during her final orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her.

My mother's body was limp, and I was exhausted too, so we hugged each other and fell asleep.

The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, Mom still seemed to have some mental block, and she didn't talk to me much. Whatever I said to her, she would only reply with simple, soft "um," "okay," or "no need," which, to me, seemed more like shyness.

I became unusually diligent, getting up early every morning to make breakfast for Mom. She ate lunch at the factory canteen, and I would prepare dinner early in the afternoon for her to come home. My cooking wasn't very good, but Mom seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was actually enjoying my care and attention, the kind of care a man gives a woman. At

night, once we were in bed, Mom would lie there, her body exposed, letting me take liberties with her and violate her. When she gets really into it, she becomes very uninhibited.

School soon ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed back to prepare dinner.

Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from taking care of the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just thinking about having a fair-skinned, beautiful woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for sending me for training, incredibly grateful to the Civil Engineering College for letting us attend classes at the branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come back every day to enjoy this fair and alluring body.

As the days went by, my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. We talked more and more, and we would chat and laugh together. But unlike before, my mother no longer demanded anything of me as a mother. Instead, she sought my opinion on everything, subtly treating me as the head of the household. Sometimes, she would even act like a girl and act coquettishly towards me. My mother wouldn't let me cook anymore, insisting that she do it herself. She said cooking was the lady of the house's job, and the man of the house just needed to wait to eat. As she said this, her face turned red. However, I insisted on washing the dishes after every meal. I told my mother that I couldn't let the filthy dishwater ruin my beloved woman's pair of soft, white hands, which earned me a sweet kiss from my mother.

Every week, I would buy my mother a bouquet of flowers, not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love. Every time, my mother would blush as she accepted them.

My mother and I were practically husband and wife, but whether we were together during the day or engaged in illicit relations at night, I always called her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" was an invincible aphrodisiac for me.

Actually, my mother felt the same way. When I was having sex with her at night, and I called her "Mom," she would tremble with excitement and reach orgasm more easily. It seemed that although my mother didn't say it, she was secretly enjoying this perverse pleasure of incest.

Two more months passed like this. One day I came home to find my mother sitting there blankly, holding something that looked like a pregnancy test strip, her face pale.

I quickly asked her what was wrong. My mother looked at me, her voice trembling with tears, and said,

"I...I'm pregnant..." "Uh...how could that be? Don't you take birth control pills every day?" My mother finally burst into tears, saying,

"I ran out of pills a few days ago, and I missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it just happened...and I got pregnant..." She became angrier as she spoke, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...all you ever think about is taking advantage of me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face anyone..." Actually, I was incredibly excited. Holding my beautiful biological mother and having sex with her every day, making her belly so big! How many people in the world have experienced such a thrill? I'd die happy! Of course, I could only think this in my mind. I hugged my mother, begging and comforting her, saying that I would go to the hospital with her in a few days to have it removed and everything would be fine. My mother was still crying, so I simply grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her and fucking her hard. Soon, my mother's crying turned into wanton moans.

For days, I was constantly excited. The thought that this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman I was fucking so hard was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant, made my excitement surge from head to toe.

But after only a few days of enjoying it, my mother wouldn't let me fuck her too deeply, saying it was bad for the fetus. I think women can be really unreasonable sometimes. Once you've decided to get rid of it, who cares about whether it's good or bad! But Mom was adamant, and I had no choice. That shallow insertion wasn't satisfying at all, so I turned to asking her to give me oral sex, to suck it out with her mouth.

I was just asking, not really hoping, because Mom has always been resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I'd just let her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet!

To my surprise, Mom thought about it and actually agreed.

It felt amazing! I stood in front of the bed, and Mom knelt before me, her mouth filled with my large penis, giving me oral sex. At first, Mom sat on the bed to give me oral sex, but she found the height wasn't right, and bending over was too tiring. She was still kneeling in front of me, at a perfect height, just enough so she could take my penis in her mouth without having to look up or down. But the scene was incredibly stimulating:

a beautiful mother, her belly swollen from her own son's actions, kneeling before him like a sex slave, swallowing and sucking out his thick, hard penis, diligently trying to extract his semen!

Her oral skills were clumsy; I guessed she had never performed oral sex before. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, nothing like Xiao Rong and the others. But the psychological pleasure more than made up for it. Sometimes I would let my mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, and sometimes I would hold her head and thrust my penis into her mouth like I was fucking a vagina, occasionally pushing the head of my penis deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

I thought my mother would be angry, but she didn't say anything; instead, she seemed a little excited. I discovered that my mother actually had a bit of a masochistic tendency.

The first few times I ejaculated in my mother's mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time, I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into my mother's mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. My mother hesitated for a moment with the semen in her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked. She frowned and said,

"It tastes weird, really awful!" But from then on, after giving me oral sex, she would always willingly swallow the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would even open her mouth to let me see the white semen flowing around inside, then lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy.

This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she wouldn't let me kiss her unless I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Now she was willing to unconditionally eat my semen! She wouldn't do this if she hadn't been completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards the man she loves. She often spoke to me in the same tone she would use to talk to "the father of my child."

When she was nearly three months pregnant, my mother's pregnancy was already starting to show. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothes, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, you could see that her once flat and sexy belly was now noticeably protruding. My mother was extremely nervous in public, always wearing the loosest clothes possible, afraid that people would notice. But at home, I don't know if she felt that at this point it wouldn't have much of an impact on the fetus, or if she herself was sexually aroused, but in any case, she agreed that we could have deep penetration sex.

After indulging in the beauty and fragility of the pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to rape her was greatly satisfied.

My mother and I decided to have an abortion, because further delay would have a significant impact on her health.

At the Second Municipal Hospital, the doctor examined my mother first, saying the fetus was developing well, and asked if she was sure she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. My mother touched her belly, and tears immediately streamed down her face. The doctor looked at her and said, "Let's hear the father's opinion." I went in, gently patted my mother's face, and said, "Let's have the abortion."

After returning from the hospital with the abortion, my mother lay in bed crying. I had never had any feelings for this child; I only saw him/her as an object to stimulate my lust. Seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart sank. I suddenly realized that I had gone through the same ordeal to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the unborn child were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like she was killing her own child.

I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious meals for her during the day and patiently fed them to her. At night, I held her as she fell asleep without any sexual advances, just quietly embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure, so very pure, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this incident, my relationship with my mother became even closer.

Later, it was my mother who took the initiative to ask if I was feeling uncomfortable. After more than a week of abstinence, I was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, and just nodded. My mother then asked if I wanted her to use her hand or her mouth. I said I wanted both. My mother smiled, her eyebrows exuding an indescribable charm, and used her small hand to hold my already swollen penis and began to stroke it. My mother's hand was slender and soft, enveloping my penis, and it felt extremely comfortable. Perhaps because I hadn't had sex for several days, I was a little sensitive and soon felt the urge to ejaculate. I was afraid that my mother would get tired, so I didn't deliberately hold back. My mother sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and quickly opened her small mouth to take my penis in, and I quickly ejaculated in her mouth. My mother opened her mouth, showing me the semen I had ejaculated inside. Just as I thought she was going to swallow it, she suddenly hugged me and sealed my mouth with hers. In one gulp, a mouthful of semen entered my mouth. Caught off guard, I instinctively swallowed it; it was salty and astringent, really unpalatable. When I came to my senses, I saw my mother smiling mischievously at me. At that moment, she was completely like a playful little woman.

I smiled too and hugged her tightly.

The next evening, when my mother was about to give me oral sex again, I asked her if I could use her tender feet. My mother simply said that I was being considerate and didn't want her to suffer, which touched me deeply. Actually, part of my motivation was to avoid tiring my mother, but the majority was to enjoy her alluring, tender feet. I held her two crystal-clear, delicate feet in my hands, finding them even softer than before, probably because she hadn't walked much in the past few days. As usual, I took turns sucking and licking her feet, then used them to tightly grip my penis and began to stroke it. Soon I ejaculated, the thick, white semen coating my mother's two snow-white, jade-like feet, an indescribably lewd sight. I looked at my mother's face, then at her feet covered in semen. My mother smiled and opened her rosy lips. Overjoyed, I used the small spoon I had just used to feed my mother porridge to scrape semen from her tender feet and fed it to her. After she swallowed the semen, I asked,

"Mom, aren't you disgusted?" My mother replied coquettishly, "You lick my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are so white and tender, how are they dirty?" A few days later, my mother's strength had basically recovered, but she was still unable to have real sex for fear of infection.

Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she felt a little shy, a little touched, and a little proud, so she took the initiative to learn how to perform foot fetishes on me. Under my guidance, my mother's foot fetish skills improved more and more. Her pair of delicate, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, or scrape my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating it to keep it constantly swollen until I ejaculated, giving me an extremely unique pleasure that was no less than that of vaginal sex.

Actually, my mother cherished her feet very much from the bottom of her heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken such good care of them, making them so delicate and tender. However, influenced by traditional ideas, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So when I first licked her feet as if savoring fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, then I must love her as a person to the extreme. And so, after that one time when I carefully tasted her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me.

Generally speaking, my mother is actually a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets go, she'll dare to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if their own son forced himself on them and got them pregnant. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards her son because of it, and even derived a strange sexual pleasure from it.

In less than a month, my mother's body was completely fine, and we resumed our normal sex life.

Because she had an abortion after less than three months of pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, every cell of my mother's snow-white and alluring body is sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, making love to my mother every night, trying to make up for what I'd lost in the past few days. I ejaculated at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times.

My mother was worried about my health and advised me to be more moderate, but I wouldn't listen.

Later, my mother bought a lot of nourishing herbs and often cooked medicinal meals for me, which only made my libido even stronger. I couldn't be satisfied unless I ejaculated inside my mother twice a day.

My mother pleaded with me to be more restrained and patient, but how could I resist? And my mother herself couldn't resist my seductive methods. So, all things considered, when faced with my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it felt like my mind was filled with nothing but semen. I couldn't quell my rising lust without ejaculating two or three times. Eventually, not only did my mother worry, but I also became somewhat afraid. I wasn't worried about myself, but I was afraid my mother couldn't handle it. Although my mother was in her prime, she was still physically frail, especially after my father's death, when she lost a lot of weight and refused to eat more to regain her former weight, always trying to maintain her current figure, which made her even more delicate. With my current intense sexual desire, having sex with her until late every night, how could her body withstand it in the long run?

Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I figured it out; it was actually the medicinal food my mother had cooked for me that was causing the problem. While these things certainly had the effect of strengthening the body and boosting virility, men with already strong sexual abilities would experience increased libido initially after taking them, but this side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you didn't even understand this?" My mother shrank her neck, playfully sticking out her tongue at me like a mischievous girl.

It's been about half a year since I've had my way with my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and being nourished by my copious amounts of semen, my mother is increasingly displaying a beauty beyond her years. Her skin is becoming increasingly fair and delicate, and even more radiant and elastic. My mother's beautiful face not only became increasingly fair and delicate, but also seemed to be constantly enveloped in a beautiful halo. The fine lines around her eyes, which were already few, had faded considerably and were practically invisible unless you looked closely. My mother had always looked young, and with my diligent efforts in nourishing her skin, she looked even younger and more beautiful. If you asked strangers to guess my mother's age, no one would guess she was over thirty. I've heard that many people at the factory are asking her for beauty and skincare secrets.

Moreover, my mother's mental state is getting better and better, and she exudes a captivating aura. Many men at the factory harbor fantasies about her, and some even feign illness to visit her, hoping to find an opportunity to please her. My mother was ruthless with this kind of person, so she relentlessly prescribed him exorbitantly expensive health supplements, costing hundreds or even thousands of yuan, gradually scaring them away. When my mother told me about this, I laughed out loud.

My fifth mother is now completely under my control, and she sees me as her pillar of support, both psychologically and physically.

You could even say that her fragrant, tender, and beautiful body has become my private treasure. I'm no longer satisfied with simply having sex with my mother in bed; I often think of unusual tricks to play with her.

Not long after the start of my second year of university, the school organized a military training program, and I lived like a monk for ten days, without even the opportunity to masturbate.

Every day, I dreamt of my mother's beautiful face, her charming smile, and her alluring, snow-white body. The last day was a Sunday, and I texted my mother early in the morning. I got home at five in the afternoon, and my mother was already preparing dinner. As soon as I entered, I hugged her. We kissed passionately for a while, then my mother gently slapped me and said,

"You're all sweaty, go wash up!" I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from my mother, kissing her fair cheeks, my heart filled with lust. I pinched my mom's buttocks twice and said,

"I haven't seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts for a while! After I take a shower, how about you strip naked in the living room for me to see? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe." Mom laughed and said "Filthy!" and slapped me with one hand.

I laughed and dodged, then went into the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. My mother had actually done as I said—completely naked, her snow-white body bare, standing in front of the kitchen counter preparing the food. She was only wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and an apron. Her back was to me, completely naked from behind, her hair simply tied in a bun. Looking down her neck, her two snow-white shoulder blades subtly changed shape with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring, and my penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and delicate, appearing even longer and more rounded with those beautiful high-heeled slippers. Her alluring snow-white buttocks were facing me, incredibly lewd, and peeking through the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, "Isn't this just a deliberate attempt to seduce me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked."

I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards my mother completely naked. Reaching her from behind, I stroked her soft, white buttocks with one hand, while the other reached into her apron, grabbing and kneading her two large breasts. My swollen, hard penis pressed against her tender, white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, sinking deeply into them under my iron-like penis.

My mother trembled slightly but didn't turn around. When I looked, her fair face was already flushed with embarrassment. My hand slid down her buttocks, reaching between her legs, where it was already wet. I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with one finger and brought it to my mother's lips:

"Mom, try it yourself!" My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!" I smiled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva, exploring the depths of her vagina. My mother leaned on the dining table, slowly moaning.

Less than two minutes later, my mother suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked hard on her vaginal opening, and my mother trembled even more violently, her back bending over. Then, a gush of vaginal fluid "plop" flowed into my mouth.

I stood up, deliberately looking into my mother's eyes as I drank the fluid. It had a slightly fishy taste, and some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. My mother was also looking at me, her eyes watery.

I then moved behind my mother, making her bend over with her hands on the dining table, guiding my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I'd never done this to my mom from behind before. I tried several times but couldn't find the entrance to her vagina. Then, she grabbed my penis and guided it into her vagina. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in so hard her head was thrown back.

It was the first time I'd been intimate with my mom outside the bedroom. We hadn't had sex for days, so I was especially excited, thrusting harder and harder. My mom seemed even more excited than me. Not only was she completely naked in the living room for the first time today, but I'd also pinned her down in the kitchen and fucked her from behind. Perhaps this taboo-breaking act ignited a stronger desire in her than usual. She screamed louder than usual, her white buttocks thrusting back in rhythm with my penis's movements. With each hard thrust, my thighs slammed against her jade-like buttocks, making a slapping sound.

After two minutes, Mom turned her face, opening her rosy lips for a kiss. Usually, I was the one who initiated the kisses during sex; this was the first time, showing how excited she was. She soon reached her second orgasm.

To be honest, standing there was very exciting, but also tiring, so I ejaculated after less than twenty minutes. As soon as I pulled my penis out of Mom's vagina, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the floor. I scooped her up by the waist and carried her back to the living room, placing her on the sofa.

After resting for a while, Mom said the food would get cold if she didn't eat soon and got up to put on her clothes. I grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so.

Mom had no choice but to walk around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the food on the table.

I watched this erotic scene with a smile, while Mom blushed and didn't dare look at me.

We ate together naked like that. Mom was very uncomfortable at first, but gradually she relaxed, and we sat close together, skin to skin, I feeding her, she feeding me.

After the meal, I still wouldn't let Mom put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white, and tender body. She couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust arose, I pushed her down on the sofa and fucked her for a while, resting when we got tired. We repeated this over and over until very late.

When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely limp from my fucking.

After this incident, Mom became more open-minded, and we tried many things she never dared to imagine before.

On Children's Day, I accompanied Mom shopping, walking quite a bit. We were both quite tired that evening and went to bed early. I had sex with my mom for a while, but I didn't ejaculate, so I held her and went to sleep. As I was drifting off to sleep, my mom wriggled out of my arms and got out of bed. I asked her where she was going, and she said she needed to pee. A lewd thought suddenly popped into my head, so I got out of bed and followed her.

When I opened the bathroom door and went in, my mom was taking off her underwear and about to sit on the toilet. I grinned lewdly and said,

"Mom, let me help you!" Without another word, I picked up my mother, ripped off her underwear, and carried her to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the same way I'd held a child to urinate. In the mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, faint black pubic hair partially obscured her tender vulva—a place I could never get enough of. Although I could see it when we made love, viewing it in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating.

I made my mother urinate in the basin, but she couldn't. Her pretty face flushed red as she struggled and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear,

"Mom, did you help me pee like this when I was little? Can I help you pee like this now? Shh...shh..." Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra released, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin... After Mom finished peeing, her body was limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom,

"Mom, spread your legs and let me see if you've peed completely." At this point, Mom would listen to whatever I said. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink vulva opened wide like a blooming flower. A few glistening drops of urine clung to the alluring urethra and vaginal opening… utterly lewd!

My mother and I were both wide awake. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, and bent down to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender vulva. My lust was aroused, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus.

My mother struggled: “No! It’s dirty!” I laughed and said, “Where is there any dirt on Mom?” I pressed her white buttocks firmly to keep her from moving, then savored her tender anus. My mother's anus was exceptionally beautiful, unlike most women's dark anus, it was fair and tender, with only the tightly closed opening showing an alluring pink. My mother was very clean, bathing meticulously every day, so her anus had absolutely no odor.

I decided to completely possess my mother's beautiful backdoor tonight.

After licking and savoring it for a while, I got up and went to my room to get a pornographic DVD, put it in the DVD player, and then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of honey. I picked up my mother, turned her over, and made her kneel on the sofa, her snow-white, pink buttocks raised high towards me. I continued licking my mother's tender anus, occasionally gently rubbing her anus with my fingers. My mother's head was buried in the sofa, and she let out comfortable moans.

At this moment, the television screen showed a tall, strong black man having sex with a beautiful white woman. His huge, shiny black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly.

As I continued to rub and lick, my mother's tender anus gradually softened, and I easily inserted one of my fingers.

I carefully dripped honey onto my mother's anus and slowly pushed my finger into her rectum.

On TV, the black man had already pulled his penis out of the white beauty's tender vagina and started licking her delicate anus... I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my own hard, swollen penis. When the black man's large penis on TV shoved into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus.

My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her big, white buttocks down so she wouldn't move, and tried to force my penis into her anus, but Mom was too tense at that moment, her anal sphincter muscles were tightly contracted, and my penis couldn't go in at all! Mom couldn't break free, and could only beg me to let her back door go.

I comforted her: "Mom, don't be afraid, a lot of people have done anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV, her little anus is as tender as yours, and she still got fucked by such a big penis, and she still enjoyed it, didn't she?" Perhaps she was influenced by the beautiful woman on TV being brutally anally raped by a black man and making happy moans, and at the same time, she knew that her anus was not going to escape my ravaging tonight. My mother stopped resisting, resignedly raising her snow-white buttocks high.

I continued to entice her: "Mom, you're still a virgin in the back! How about offering me your tender little asshole today? That way I can completely possess you, I want you to be my woman completely... Okay, relax your ass, relax..." Enticed by my lewd words, my mother slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. When I felt my mother's anus soften, I seized the opportunity and thrust my large penis in hard, penetrating her all-encompassing tender anus... My mother let out a sharp scream, crying out in pain. Her white, plump buttocks swayed, trying to break free from my penis.

But her action only aroused my lust further, and my penis, inserted into her anus, became even harder. My mother's tender rectum tightly enveloped my penis, giving me immense pleasure, and I couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.

With each movement, my mother couldn't bear it any longer, crying and begging, "It hurts... pull it out... Xiao Jin, please... pull it out... it hurts so much... you'll ruin my ass... please... let me go..." Hearing my beautiful mother's cries from between my legs, I was aroused by my animalistic nature, my lustful thoughts running rampant, and I increased my speed, ravaging my mother's ass again and again. Her tender rectum rubbed against my glans, and her anus gripped the base of my penis tightly, making me so happy I wanted to scream!

My mother's tender anus, still recovering from her first sexual experience, couldn't withstand my rough treatment. "Ah... my buttocks are going to tear... it hurts... it hurts so much... let me go... gently... gently..." I remained unmoved, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of anal sex with my mother. After four or five minutes of this, my mother's anus and rectum began to adapt to anal sex, and the initial pain slowly disappeared. I don't know when, but she had stopped crying, and her body stopped struggling. I continued to fuck her tender anus while teasing her cunt with my hand.

My mother gradually began to enjoy the pleasure of anal sex, and with her genitals being stimulated, she soon experienced her first anal sex orgasm!

Deep inside my mother's rectum... After ejaculating a large amount of semen, I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp with satisfaction. Panting, I pulled my penis out of my mother's anus, my hands resting on her white buttocks, savoring the wonderful anal sex we had shared.

My mother's anus was now stretched into a round, adorable fleshy hole. I pulled her hands to her buttocks, making her forcefully spread her two tender white buttocks apart. Her anus opened even wider, revealing clearly the fresh, glistening pink anal flesh inside. Deep within the anal flesh, several streams of thick white semen flowed slowly, lewd and beautiful… This snow-white, fragrant, and beautiful body was now entirely mine!

I was filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The second… My mother, whose anus had just opened, couldn't get out of bed and had to rest at home for a day. For the next few days, her gait was a little unnatural.

I loved the feeling of anal sex with my mother, and she was getting more and more sexual pleasure from it. After giving me her virginity, she was once again touched by something strange and became even more gentle and submissive to me. We tried it several more times in the following days, and each time my mother gave me a full service, including oral sex, breast sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and foot sex. Her warm little mouth, snow-white breasts, exquisite little vagina, narrow and tender anus, and a pair of tender feet as smooth as jade made my body and soul soar, and I felt pleasure to the bone.

After satisfying my needs a few times, I reduced the frequency of anal sex with my mother because I was worried that too much anal sex would cause her anus to loosen and prolapse. I only did it about once every one or two weeks.

Sometimes, when my mother was menstruating, I would take the opportunity to enjoy her beautiful and alluring anus, but most of the time I had her give me oral sex to satisfy my sexual desire. She stripped naked and knelt in front of me, swallowing my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it. I found it particularly stimulating, and my mother was used to it. One time, as usual, my mother knelt in front of me and gave me oral sex. I suddenly remembered the time I helped my mother urinate, and I couldn't help but laugh. My mother spat out my penis and asked me curiously what I was laughing at. I said:

"Mom, the way you're doing this makes me look like a daughter who's done something wrong and is being made to kneel as punishment by Dad!" Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "What kind of father in the world would treat his daughter like this, using his stinking thing to vilely humiliate her!" I said, "Not necessarily! You're my biological mother, and you still spread your legs and let me fuck you until you're about to die every day. Besides, didn't I just help you pee like I would my daughter last time?" Mom got excited and started sucking my penis in and stroking it non-stop.

I got aroused and touched my mother's fair and tender face, saying, "Mom, why don't you become my daughter? Then when I fuck you again, it won't be a son fucking his mother, it will be a father fucking his daughter!" Hearing my lewd words, my mother became even more excited. Her little mouth swallowed and spat out my penis even faster, and she reached into her crotch with one hand and scratched it through the sanitary napkin. I didn't care about anything anymore. I pulled my dripping, huge cock out of my mother's mouth, picked up her naked body and threw it on the bed. I pulled a pillow over and knelt under her buttocks, ripped off the sanitary napkin between her legs, and thrust my cock in without a second thought. My mother's tender vagina was wet and slippery; I didn't know if it was menstrual blood or vaginal fluid, or maybe both.

My mother was already overwhelmed with lust, as if she had completely forgotten that she was menstruating. As I thrust my cock into her vagina, her snow-white flesh writhed excitedly, matching my frenzied movements. I deliberately cried out as I fucked her,

"My sweet daughter, your little pussy is so tight. Daddy's fucking feels so good!" Mom was clearly very excited, calling out loudly, "Oh, ah," but without saying a word. As I called her "daughter, daughter," she finally couldn't help but cry out "Daddy," and with that cry, Mom and I reached orgasm at the same time!

That night, the pillow under Mom's buttocks was stained with a lot of menstrual blood, and even the sheets were splattered. Fortunately, Mom went to wash it immediately afterward, so there was no infection. This exciting role-reversal sex game left me with endless aftertaste and I will never forget it.

During our usual intimate moments, if she was giving me oral sex, my mother would drink the semen I ejaculated into her mouth; and if we had sex, afterwards she would take some tissues to wipe her genitals, and then take another tissue to wipe the semen off my penis. Once, after I ejaculated inside her vagina, she was wiping herself with tissues as usual. At that moment, I suddenly remembered a scene from a pornographic film, so I took a wine glass and asked my mother to empty the semen from her vagina into the glass, and then drink it.

My mother probably figured it wasn't the first time she'd tasted my semen, so she didn't resist much and let me do as I pleased, drinking all the semen in the glass, and even licking up the small amount of semen stuck to the glass as I requested. I watched with great interest. After I finished swallowing her semen, as my mother was about to wipe my penis with tissue, I stopped her and demanded that she lick it clean with her mouth. She slapped me and said, "You're so bad," but obediently turned over and bent down to clean my penis with her mouth.

While she was licking my penis in that position, her large, round, white buttocks were fully exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch and squeeze them, and suddenly I remembered the times Liu Bo had spanked my mother's buttocks. I wondered if my mother had ever cleaned Liu Bo's penis with her mouth like this after he finished with her? Probably not, but maybe not. A woman will do anything when she's been pleasured!

Thinking of this, my penis, which was in my mother's mouth, quickly swelled up again. My mother was startled and turned to look at me. I slapped my mother's white buttocks and said, "Continue!"

As a result, that night my mother drank my semen twice.

A few days later, when my mother and I were being intimate, I couldn't help but ask about Liu Bo. At first, my mother felt awkward and didn't want to talk about it.

But she couldn't resist being asked so many times, so she told me. At that time, my father was busy with construction projects and rarely came home. He didn't have much intimacy with my mother, and when they had sex, it was often rushed, leaving my mother's physical needs unmet. One day, Liu Bo came to our house. My father wasn't home, and I was at school. Liu Bo boldly seduced my mother, and she, being eager, gave in. I calculated the time; it was about a month before I first discovered their affair.

After having sex with Liu Bo, my mother initially felt guilty and remorseful. But once something like this happens, it happens again. Liu Bo was young and had a much stronger sex drive than my father, giving my mother a long-awaited sexual satisfaction, so she often met with him secretly.

About once or twice a week.

I found this incredibly exciting. Although I hated Liu Bo, the thought of my mother's fair body being pressed down and brutally violated by him made me uncontrollably excited. I demanded that my mother describe in detail their lovemaking: where they did it, how Liu Bo helped her undress, how he penetrated her, what positions they used, and so on. I forced her to describe everything to me. She couldn't resist my insistence and had to tell me in detail. To avoid interrupting her, I suppressed my surging lust, my rock-hard penis only slowly thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina.

When my mother described how Liu Bo lifted her legs onto his shoulders and penetrated her, I finally reached my limit! I grabbed my mother's two long, white thighs, put them on my shoulders, and lifted her white buttocks slightly off the bed. My hard, iron-like penis began to pound into her tender vagina like a storm. I kept saying,

"Mom, did Liu Bo fuck you like this back then?" "Mmm...mmm...yes..." "Does it feel better when Liu Bo fucks you or when your son fucks you?" "Mmm...mmm...you...feel more good...ah..." "Is Liu Bo's penis bigger or mine?" "Mmm...ah...your...your big...mmm...ah..."...That day, my mother and I both felt an unusual and intense pleasure. After I ejaculated, as my mother cleaned my penis with her mouth, I asked her if she had ever done that for Liu Bo. She shook her head. I then asked if she had ever given Liu Bo oral sex. My mother said she had only done it with him once, but she didn't let him ejaculate in her mouth.

Later, my mother and I often played this strange and exciting game, constantly changing positions while I fucked her, and tirelessly asking her about the details of Liu Bo's actions. My mother became more and more detailed, sometimes even adding imagined scenarios. I listened with immense excitement, and at the same time, I noticed that my mother was secretly excited as well. My mother truly hates Liu Bo now, but it seems the more she does, the more she gets a strange thrill from describing her past with him during sex.

Adultery isn't just about physical satisfaction; more importantly, it's about the decadent, alternative pleasure it brings.

Like my mother and me, if she weren't my biological mother but a woman with little familial connection, no matter how beautiful or alluring she was, I couldn't maintain such a strong sexual interest in her for long. And it's this close blood relationship that acts like a powerful aphrodisiac, causing my testosterone levels to spike whenever I'm facing my mother's beautiful, white body, making me experience ecstasy with every encounter.

After a passionate encounter with my mother, I smugly hugged her and said, "Mom, I should have just come to me back then! Why did you have to go with that guy surnamed Liu?" My mother glanced at me and said quietly, "If your father found out, he would have killed you on the spot!" "No way! If Dad can't satisfy you, I'll satisfy you on his behalf. Dad will definitely understand. It's all in the family!"

The first time I saw my mother having sex with someone else was when I was in school.

I remember that afternoon we had a political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was thinking about finishing the game I played last night, so after lunch I sneaked home and hid in my room for some serious fun.

After playing for a while, I suddenly heard the door open outside. I was startled and quickly shut down the computer. I lay down on the bed pretending to be asleep, making up excuses like, "I have a headache, I need to take a day off to rest."

Then I heard a man and a woman talking outside. The woman was obviously my mother, but the man's voice wasn't my father's. I became curious and quietly walked to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to peek into the living room. The man was Liu Bo, the son of my father's old neighbor, now probably in his thirties. My father said they hadn't been in contact for a long time. A few years ago, after my family moved to this neighborhood, we unexpectedly discovered that Liu Bo's father also lived in the same neighborhood. Naturally, the two families often interacted, and Liu Bo frequently visited our home. He had a good relationship with both my parents, calling them "Brother Wang" and "Sister Xu" very affectionately. But I didn't really like him; I thought he was slick and greasy, like a gigolo.

Liu Bo sat down on the sofa, and my mother poured him tea. Liu Bo took the tea and placed it on the coffee table, then reached out to hug my mother. My mother pushed him away and called out to my room a few times:

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?" My mother smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. The two hugged for a while, and I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand reach between my mother's legs, groping around. My mother's breathing became rapid, and she said,

"Let's go inside!" The two of them went into my parents' bedroom, still embracing each other.

I never dreamed I would see this scene, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, only to find that my mother's bedroom door wasn't closed properly, leaving a large gap. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be noticed but could still see what was happening inside.

My mother had already taken off her shoes and was lying diagonally on the bed, her top also removed. Liu Bo was reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Soon, the bra was off, revealing a pair of beautiful, snow-white, full, and translucent breasts that almost bounced out. I swear, these were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, more beautiful than those in nude photos on computers. The cherry-sized nipples weren't black as I had imagined; instead, they were an alluring pale pink. My penis instantly became hard!

Liu Bo's hand pressed against my mother's breast. My mother looked at him with watery eyes. Liu Bo's lips moved closer, his tongue entering her mouth, and the two kissed.

After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her around a bit, so I could see her naked body in its entirety. I really hadn't expected my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained. Her skin was as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, and her figure was in no way inferior to those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer. Her waist was slender, and her two snow-white legs were long and shapely. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm.

Liu Bo had already stripped naked, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at his mother, then he lay down on top of her, shifting his hips from side to side, before thrusting forward violently! His mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew Liu Bo's penis was inside her.

Liu Bo continued to fuck his mother, holding her tightly. My legs went weak, and I knelt down against the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited; my glans was so swollen it almost burst through my underwear.

After Liu Bo had been having sex with his mother like this for over ten minutes, he changed positions. He knelt straight in front of his mother with her legs spread, hoisted her two snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders, and bent down to insert his penis into her vagina, thrusting hard again and again. It is said that this position can make a woman feel more thoroughly fucked, and sure enough, his mother's moans were much louder than before.

From my angle, I could clearly see my mother's snow-white, alluring buttocks pressed into an extremely beautiful and lewd shape. Liu Bo's thick, hard penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's tender, pink labia, thrusting in and out of her vagina repeatedly, producing a rhythmic sound of flesh colliding. My mother's white legs, hanging high on his shoulders, swayed with Liu Bo's penetration, her two slender, delicate feet trembling indescribably alluring.

I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumble of thoughts, and one hand involuntarily reached into my underwear. After only a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move.

Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by that wild man, her breasts and buttocks heaving, and hearing her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating.

I don't know how much time passed, but Liu Bo let out a deep, muffled groan, his penis deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, clearly having ejaculated inside her. At the same time, I also ejaculated a second time. I checked the clock; Liu Bo had been fucking my mother for over forty minutes.

Afterwards, Liu Bo lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely, one arm still around his mother's fair and tender body, his expression one of satisfaction and pride. His mother buried her face in his chest. The two talked quietly, occasionally laughing out loud.

They lingered like this for another ten minutes or so before Liu Bo started to get dressed. I quickly and quietly returned to my room and peeked out through the curtains.

A moment later, Liu Bo was dressed and came out of the room, his mother seeing him off in only her underwear. Just before he reached the door, Liu Bo turned back, hugged his mother, and chuckled as he suddenly pulled down her underwear halfway down, lightly slapping her fair buttocks twice. Mom glared at her, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly.

After Liu Bo left, Mom tidied her hair, went into the bedroom, then came out with the sheets and went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip out. My crotch was uncomfortablely wet, so I went into the public restroom to wipe myself and found that the front of my underwear was soaked.

I sat on a stone bench in the community garden to rest, my mind still a mess, with lingering excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

Mom and Dad worked at the same factory; Mom was a doctor in the factory clinic, and Dad had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago to work outside. My mother is eight years younger than my father. She married him before she was twenty, and gave birth to me the following year. She's not even forty yet.

I've heard them say that my maternal grandparents were from out of town and didn't have many relatives or friends locally, only a distant connection with my father's family. My grandfather died early, leaving my mother and me to rely on each other, and life was quite difficult. My grandfather felt that his family was their only remaining relatives and that he had a responsibility to take care of them, so he treated them very well. My grandfather and father helped my mother with her schooling and factory work.

My father even helped them with manual labor like a son. My grandmother treated my father like a son-in-law from a young age. Later, my maternal grandmother fell seriously ill and, worried about my mother being alone, my mother graduated from nursing school and married my father shortly after starting work. They even changed her age to be a year older for the wedding. My grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me.

My father was truly good to my mother, often taking on the housework himself so she wouldn't be tired. A few years ago, the factory wasn't doing well, and wanting to improve our family's finances, my father contracted an engineering department. Over the years, he earned some money, and our family's financial situation improved significantly. However, because of the hard work, my father aged considerably.

My mother, while not a stunning beauty, was definitely a pretty woman. The key is that she doesn't look old at all. In my memory, from when I was in elementary school until now, my mother hasn't looked much different. Except for a few barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes.

Of course, this has a lot to do with my mother's love of skincare, and my father is also very generous in buying her skincare and beauty products, especially in recent years as our family's finances have improved. However, this has also made the age difference between my parents appear even greater. Sometimes when our family goes out, acquaintances will jokingly say,

"Old Wang, out shopping with your daughter and son?" Dad doesn't get angry; instead, he laughs heartily, proudly putting his arm around Mom and saying,

"Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, and how handsome my son is!" Mom will give Dad a playful glare, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at the acquaintance.

I don't know how Mom truly feels about Dad, but as far back as I can remember, Mom and Dad have always been very loving.

Mom is gentle with Dad and very kind to me. She's also very good at interpersonal relationships, always presenting a dignified and elegant image; she's the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So if I hadn't seen what happened today with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.

I wandered around outside until school was over before going home. My mother seemed to be cooking as usual. My father didn't come home until dark, looking exhausted. His contract was about to expire, and the factory had made it clear that they would take back all the contracted departments and wouldn't renew them. So, my father wanted to make the most of his time and earn as much money as possible, so he worked even harder, often leaving early and coming home late.

The family ate together, my father and mother were loving and kind, and my mother showed no signs of anything amiss. I wondered if what I had seen that day was a dream. I thought to myself, women are all born actors.

A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very congenially with my father. My mother watched them chatting and laughing.

I felt sorry for my father.

Until I graduated high school, I caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating on me five times using the same method. Except for one time when they locked the door, I saw the whole thing the other times. I don't know how many times my mother and he cheated on me in total, but it was definitely more than I caught them doing it.

Several nights I eavesdropped on my parents making love outside the door. From the moment they started making noise until they stopped, it only lasted about ten minutes. And most of the time they just talked, and then I could hear my father snoring. I began to understand why my mother had cheated on me.

I hated Liu Bo, but deep down I also hoped to see him having sex with my mother again. From the time I started thinking about women, I often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother like me has had similar experiences), but I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn't dare to let myself continue thinking about it. In my wet dreams, I would dream of a mature and beautiful woman, but her face was blurry.

Ever since I witnessed my mother's affair with Liu Bo, the woman in my wet dreams was clearly my mother, completely naked, and sometimes it was Liu Bo, sometimes it was me, on her snow-white and alluring body.

I started masturbating frequently, and each time I masturbated, my mind was filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being raped by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the sight of my mother's trembling, fair feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulder lingers in my memory.

My grades were only average to begin with, and with all this daydreaming, they plummeted. Luckily, I did well on the college entrance exam, barely making the cut. Whether I'd even get into university was uncertain, but thankfully, the factory had ten spots each year for a sponsored program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, after which graduates were directly assigned to work at the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children, who were even worse off than me, I easily secured one of those spots.

My father had hoped I would get into a good university and make him proud, so this result disappointed him for several days.

My mother advised him that many university graduates can't find jobs these days, and that a training program might be more stable. She pointed out that some other families' children wanted such a program but didn't even meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well these past few years, so getting a job there was good enough.

Five years ago, the factory appointed a new manager—a very domineering, autocratic, and rude man. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky. Shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of our factory area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became easier, and since he himself was quite capable, the factory turned a profit the following year, and things got better and better in the years that followed.

This is also why the factory wanted to take back the departments that had been contracted out. My father had mixed feelings about the new factory manager.

Soon I went to university, and we, the sponsored students, were all assigned to attend classes at a branch campus of the Civil Engineering College, not far from my home. I had no great ambitions and felt that this result was already incredibly good. Anyway, I already had a job lined up in advance, so I didn't care much about studying. I was having a blast. After I went to university, my parents felt that I was already half an adult, so they didn't pay much attention to me. The family hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance had increased several times over. I even went into stock trading with some classmates, and I was lucky enough to make a lot of money.

After starting university, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful glint in my mother's eyes. My father, however, remained completely unaware.

Perhaps I was born a bad boy. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first time, I went to a woman in her thirties who was fairly attractive. But once we started, I realized that while her face was alright, her clothes were a disaster. Her figure was deformed and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I lost my virginity to such a low-class woman. After that, I started choosing younger, prettier prostitutes. After a few tries, I discovered I had a strong sex drive. Combining this with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at playing with women. Almost every woman I slept with was dripping wet and had multiple orgasms. Several women said they wished all their clients were like me.

One day, I met a woman in her early twenties named Xiao Rong. She was quite pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes, viewed from the side, resembled my mother's. She had very fair skin and, remarkably, a pair of beautiful, delicate white feet.

I was extremely satisfied at the time. I had a great time that time, and of course, she had a great time too. Later I learned that she was a saleswoman at a supermarket. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and they had a five-year-old child, so they were struggling financially. She would occasionally work part-time as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some pocket money. I thought she was clean and I felt no guilt when I was with her, so Xiao Rong became my regular sex partner. I would meet her almost every week to have sex with her.

Xiao Rong and I tried various positions for sex, and she even gave me oral sex. It felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet and casually kissed her delicate, white insteps. I hesitated a little, afraid she would think I was a pervert. Seeing that she seemed relaxed, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her tender feet. Her feet were clean and odorless. Then I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. After sucking for a while, I used her two tender feet to rub my swollen penis up and down. At this moment, Xiao Rong smiled and said to me, "Do you like foot fetishes? Lie down and I'll do it for you."

I lay there comfortably, watching Xiao Rong use her two snow-white, delicate feet to sometimes rub my penis, and sometimes rhythmically press on the swollen glans, feeling a unique and intense stimulation. After about twenty minutes of foot fetish, I ejaculated, spraying my semen all over her soft, white feet.

Afterwards, Xiaorong told me that many men have a foot fetish these days, and out of ten clients she's met, two or three enjoy foot fetishes with her. Some men even just play with her feet and are satisfied without having sex with her.

The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work on a project. I was in my room surfing the internet, and looking out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing white high-heeled slippers; her feet were soft, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiaorong's.

Suddenly, I remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling as they were once perched high on the shoulders of some wild man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images flashed through my mind: my mother being raped by Liu Bo, and me playing footjob with Xiao Rong. For a moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain

myself. Afterwards, I was terrified. If my father hadn't come in in time, I don't know what would have happened. I was somewhat frightened, so I reduced the number of times I went home, spending most of my time in the student dormitory. My mother asked me why I didn't come home often, and I said I wanted to study hard at school.

However, near the end of my first semester of university, a terrible thing happened at home.

It was a weekend. When I got home, I saw Liu Bo sneaking out of the stairwell of my building, looking around furtively. He looked bruised and battered. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father's angry shouts and my mother's sobs coming from my parents' bedroom. In my memory, my father had never said a harsh word to my mother. Considering Liu Bo's appearance, my heart skipped a beat: Dad had found out!

I went over and looked inside. My mother was slumped on the floor, covering her face and crying, while my father was waving his fists and roaring angrily.

I called out to them. My mother looked up at me, then lowered her head and covered her face again, crying. Dad stopped yelling, came out and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, stomped his foot and went out, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my crying mother, not knowing what to say. After a while, I helped Mom sit up on the bed and went out to pour her a glass of water. Mom took a sip and then refused to drink anymore, holding my hand, head down, not saying a word.

I could only sit there with her.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that the factory security personnel led two policemen to knock on our door and enter our house. The two policemen looked at each other when they saw my mother, and finally said that there had been a traffic accident three hours earlier; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died on the spot. They had preliminarily confirmed from the deceased's ID card and work ID that it was my father, and asked the family to confirm it one last time.

My mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. It was the police and security personnel who quickly roused her by pinching her philtrum.

My mother and I stumbled to the hospital morgue; the deceased was indeed my father. His chest and abdomen were mangled beyond recognition. My mother immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry.

At my father's funeral, my mother cried herself to sleep several times. I was conflicted. On one hand, I felt my father's tragic death was all my mother's fault, and I subconsciously hated her; on the other hand, seeing my mother crying so bitterly, I felt sorry for her, knowing she must be filled with extreme remorse. Remembering how good my father had always been to me, I cried incessantly.

For a whole week, Mom was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting there silently.

She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some liquids like milk. Seeing Mom so upset, my heart slowly softened.

I really wanted to give Liu Bo a good beating, but I was afraid of revealing everything and making Mom and me too ashamed to face anyone, so I held back.

Mom didn't go back to work until two weeks later, but a somber atmosphere remained in the house. I racked my brains, trying to strategically comfort Mom, pretending not to know why she had argued with Dad that day, and deliberately asked her if it was because of Dad's construction project. Mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded awkwardly.

A little over a month later, my winter vacation started. I didn't go anywhere; I stayed home with my mother. One day, I saw my mother come home from work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her and said something urgently, but my mother ignored him and walked on with a cold face. Liu Bo chased after her and frantically tried to pull her away, but my mother suddenly turned around, forcefully shook off his hand, and glared at him fiercely. Liu Bo shrank back step by step, and finally walked away dejectedly. I felt a surge of satisfaction watching this. It wasn't

until more than two months after my father's death, and in a week when I was about to return from my vacation, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. Over the past two months, my mother had lost weight, but she looked even more pitiful. She appeared delicate and frail, which made me feel a pang of pity.

One evening, my mother went to take a shower, and I, having nothing to do, turned on the computer and browsed aimlessly. I accidentally opened a video file, a Japanese AV I had downloaded before, depicting incest between a mother and son. Watching the young, beautiful, and fair-skinned mother being pinned to the ground and brutally violated by her own son, I suddenly realized that I hadn't been with a woman for over two months. I felt incredibly pent up, and my penis involuntarily became hard and erect.

Just then, Mom came out of the shower and came to my room door to ask where I had put the remote. I looked up and saw Mom standing in my room, her half-dry hair casually tied back, wearing a low-cut pink nightgown. Her breasts were as smooth as cream, and the top edges of her snow-white breasts were faintly visible. She was still wearing her favorite white high-heeled sandals, her bare, delicate feet as white and lovely as jade. My penis swelled even more.

I suppressed my urge, went out and found the remote for Mom, and she sat down to adjust the TV. I sat next to her, glancing at my mother. Perhaps because she had just used night cream, her face appeared exceptionally fair and delicate, with a small chin, a long, snow-white neck, and plump, sexy lips. Suddenly, I couldn't resist. I grabbed my mother and tried to kiss her on the lips. My mother was startled, dodging my mouth and screaming,

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing!" My mind was clouded by lust. I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips… I want to sleep with you…" and continued to hug her. Suddenly,

my mother's strength suddenly increased. She pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought, if you had used this strength to deal with Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. I yelled at my mom,

"Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?" My mom froze instantly, as if under a spell, staring at me intently.

"You...you know..." "Yes, I knew a long time ago! I saw everything he did to you!" My mom slumped softly to the ground. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on aphrodisiacs. Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put my mother on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily, and I unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high, and her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, appearing flat and sexy. I spread her two smooth, white thighs, and the tender, red, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of explosion!

I quickly pulled down my pants and straddled my mother's snow-white, alluring body.

My mother just stared at me blankly, as if she didn't know what I was going to do. She didn't react until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina. She tried to push me away, but it was too late; my throbbing cock had already thrust deep into her tender vagina.

My mother closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

I continued to fuck her, my whole body trembling with excitement.

I tried to kiss her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let my tongue in. I turned to kiss her cheeks and lick her fair, delicate neck.

My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely through forced penetration. Driven by overwhelming urges, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was shocked; I had just forced myself on my own mother! I nervously observed my mother.

Instead of the beating and yelling I expected, my mother stared blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring,

"Xiao Jin, I didn't, I didn't mean to kill your father..." Looking at my mother, her face streaked with tears, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked, snow-white body and softly said,

"Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident." "No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameless woman... she sleeps around with other men, even her own son..." My mother seemed confused; I had just forced myself on her, yet she was now clinging to me. I felt an even stronger pang of tenderness for her. I pressed my face against hers and said,

"Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know, it's Dad who neglected you. You have normal needs too... If nothing unexpected happens, Dad will understand and forgive you..." My mother, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, stared intently at me:

"Xiao Jin, really?" I nodded.

Suddenly, my mother burst into tears and hugged me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined. Soon, I felt aroused again. When I penetrated her again, she no longer resisted. After a few minutes of fucking, my mother gradually became aroused, instinctively moving her body gently in response. This time I really enjoyed myself. My mother gradually started moaning, and her vagina began to flow. I fucked her for about forty minutes, ejaculating inside her again.

I held my mother and slept for a while. Suddenly, she broke free from me, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from the drawer, and swallowed it.

When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. My mother moved my hand away, but I insisted on hugging her again. This repeated several times. After a while, my mother sighed and gently hugged me back. We fell asleep like that.

The next day, I woke up after ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; my mother had already gone to work. Thinking back to yesterday's lovemaking with my mother, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, a feeling of boundless energy.

I knew in my heart that my mother's behavior last night was merely a helpless reaction to the sudden blow, not a sign that she had truly submitted to me. But at least she didn't resist in the end, which was already half the battle won. I am now her only family, her pillar of support. As long as I patiently and persistently win her over psychologically, and utilize my powerful sexual abilities to completely subdue her in bed, given enough time, my mother will naturally and willingly become my woman. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh smugly.

For the first time ever, I started doing housework. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and I began preparing dinner. But it was past seven o'clock, and even after reheating the food twice, Mom still hadn't returned. I called her, only to find she'd left her phone at home. I panicked and rushed to the factory. I found Mom sitting alone in her empty office, lost in thought. When she saw me come in, she glanced at me, then lowered her head without a word. I tried to pull her away, but she pulled away. I panicked and tried again. This time, she couldn't break free and had to stand up with me. On the way home, Mom didn't say a word to me.

When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom looked at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, and Mom remained silent. I didn't know what to say either, so I didn't say anything either. After finishing my meal in silence, I walked up behind my mother, boldly hugged her, and then boldly slipped my hand inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts. My mother lowered her head and let me play with her for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower." I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. My mother went into the bathroom. I tidied the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV, waiting for my mother to come out. Half an hour later, my mother emerged from the bathroom, as beautiful and charming as she had been after her shower the day before. Seeing the clean table, she seemed somewhat surprised and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away and whispered, "You should go take a shower too!" before going into the bedroom.

As if hearing a familiar voice, I rushed into the bathroom and finished my business in ten minutes. I went into the bedroom wearing only my underwear.

My mother was lying on her side on the bed. She immediately noticed my bulging underwear, blushed slightly, and slowly sat up. She took off her pajamas, then her bra and underwear, and lay there naked on the bed. She glanced at me, then lowered her head again.

I didn't mount her and do it like yesterday. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissed her face and lips, then gently licked her neck, and then kissed and licked down her tender white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised. She looked up at me licking her body, then closed her eyes after a while, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her luscious vulva, my tongue licking her tender red labia. My mother shuddered, her two snow-white thighs clamping tightly together, pressing my face against hers. I continued licking until moisture began to flow from her tender vagina. My mother began to moan.

I continued to lick and kiss her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss them. Mom opened her eyes and struggled. I held her feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and sucked on each of her jade-like toes, like delicious candies. Mom's feet had an indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking on her toes, I held her entire foot and deeply sucked on it. I sucked on the left foot, then the right… Mom watched me shamelessly licking her feet, her eyes misting over, a blush rising on her snow-white cheeks.

Her fair body writhed. I put down my mother's tender feet, straddled her, and pressed my incredibly hard penis against her vaginal opening. I deliberately said in a crude tone,

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!" My mother let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing.

I thrust my hips forward, and my hard penis slid in completely!

While squeezing and playing with my mother's large, white breasts, I fucked her like a storm. In less than two minutes, my mother had her first orgasm. During her orgasm, her vagina clenched tightly, and I, caught off guard, almost ejaculated. I knew I had encountered the legendary "treasure trove," and I was incredibly excited.

With the arrival of her first orgasm, my mother gradually relaxed, and her reactions became more and more natural. As I thrust downwards, she arched her hips upwards in response, and I could clearly feel my glans repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under the intense stimulation, my mother soon experienced a second orgasm. She let out a scream, her hands tightly gripping my neck, her body trembling violently. Her vagina felt like a small hand tightly holding my penis. Fortunately, having learned from my first experience, I was prepared and changed from frantic thrusting to slow, deep thrusts, which prevented me from ejaculating.

I deliberately held back, fucking my mother for an hour before finally ejaculating with unbridled pleasure. My mother had four orgasms in total.

After rolling off my mother's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and comfortably took a few puffs.

Now I truly understand what "after-sex pleasure" means. My mother's body was already soft and supple from my lovemaking, nestled in my arms. Looking down from her fair shoulders, I saw her plump, alluring buttocks and couldn't resist giving them a couple of light slaps. My mother shyly looked up at me and shifted her body slightly in my arms.

I gently slapped her buttocks again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty." Obediently, my mother got up naked and went to get me the drink. Then, she took a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me.

Seeing my mother's actions, I was suddenly aroused and said to her,

"Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see." My mother turned around shyly, awkwardly spreading her legs. I saw her tender, alluring little vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. I suddenly realized: twenty years ago, I emerged from this charming little opening, and twenty years later, what comes out is the semen I ejaculated inside! I became excited again.

"Mom, no need to wipe anymore, I haven't had enough of you yet!" Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pressed her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender body... The second penetration, using my previous semen as lubricant, felt incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more unbearable, orgasming three times in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me for mercy, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina contracted in waves during her final orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her.

My mother's body was limp, and I was exhausted too, so we hugged each other and fell asleep.

The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, Mom still seemed to have some mental block, and she didn't talk to me much. Whatever I said to her, she would only reply with simple, soft "um," "okay," or "no need," which, to me, seemed more like shyness.

I became unusually diligent, getting up early every morning to make breakfast for Mom. She ate lunch at the factory canteen, and I would prepare dinner early in the afternoon for her to come home. My cooking wasn't very good, but Mom seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was actually enjoying my care and attention, the kind of care a man gives a woman. At

night, once we were in bed, Mom would lie there, her body exposed, letting me take liberties with her and violate her. When she was aroused, she became particularly uninhibited.

Soon school ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed home to prepare dinner.

Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from taking care of the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just thinking about having a fair-skinned, beautiful woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for sending me for training, incredibly grateful to the Civil Engineering College for letting us attend classes at the branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come home every day to enjoy this alluring, fair-skinned woman.

As the days passed, my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. We talked more and more each day, and we would chat and laugh together. But unlike before, my mother no longer demanded anything of me as a mother. Instead, she sought my opinion on everything, subtly treating me as the head of the household. Sometimes, she would even act like a girl and act coquettishly towards me. My mother wouldn't let me cook anymore, insisting that she do it herself. She said that cooking was the lady of the house's job, and the man of the house just needed to wait to eat. As she said this, her face turned red. However, I insisted on washing the dishes after every meal. I told my mother that I couldn't let the filthy dishwater ruin my beloved woman's pair of soft, white hands, which earned me a sweet kiss from my mother.

Every week I buy my mother a bouquet of flowers—not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love. Each time, she blushes as she accepts them.

My mother and I are practically husband and wife, but whether we're together during the day or engaged in illicit relations at night, I call her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" is an invincible aphrodisiac for me.

Actually, my mother feels the same way. When I'm having sex with her at night, and I call her "Mom," her body trembles with excitement, and she's more likely to reach orgasm. It seems that although my mother doesn't say it, she secretly enjoys this perverse pleasure of incestuous relations between mother and son.

Two more months passed like this. One day I came home to find my mother sitting there, holding something that looked like a pregnancy test strip, her face pale.

I quickly asked what was wrong. My mother looked at me and said in a tearful voice,

"I...I'm pregnant..." "Uh...how could that be? Don't you take birth control pills every day?" My mother finally burst into tears and said,

"I ran out of pills a few days ago and missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it just happened...I got pregnant..." She became angrier as she spoke, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...all you ever think about is ruining me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face anyone..." Actually, I was incredibly excited. I was having sex with my beautiful biological mother every day, and I was making her belly grow big! How many people in the world have ever experienced such a romantic encounter? It would be worth dying for! Of course, I could only think this in my heart. I hugged my mother, begging for mercy and comforting her, saying that I would go to the hospital with her in a few days to get it

, and everything would be fine. My mother was still crying, so I simply grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her and fucking her hard. Soon, my mother's crying turned into wanton moans. For days, I was constantly excited. The thought that this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman beneath me, whom I was fucking so hard, was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant, sent my excitement soaring from head to toe.

But after only a few days, my mother wouldn't let me fuck her too deeply, saying it was bad for the fetus. I think women can be really unreasonable sometimes. Once you've decided to get rid of it, why do you care if it's good or bad? But my mom was so insistent, I couldn't do anything about it. That shallow insertion just didn't satisfy me, so I turned to asking my mom to give me oral sex and suck it out with her mouth.

I was just saying it casually, not really hoping for anything, because my mom has always been quite resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I could just let her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet!

To my surprise, my mom thought about it and actually agreed.

It felt amazing! I stood in front of the bed, and my mom knelt before me, her mouth filled with my large penis, giving me oral sex. At first, she sat on the bed to give me oral sex, but she found the height wasn't right, and bending over was too tiring. So she knelt in front of me again, at the perfect height, just enough so she could take my penis in her mouth without having to look up or down. But this scene was just too stimulating:

a beautiful mother, her belly swollen from her own son's actions, knelt before him like a sex slave, swallowing and sucking his thick, hard penis, trying her best to extract his semen!

The mother's oral skills were clumsy; I guessed she had never performed oral sex before. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, nothing like Xiao Rong and the others. But the psychological pleasure more than made up for it. Sometimes I'd let the mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, sometimes I'd hold her head and thrust my penis into her mouth like I was fucking a vagina, occasionally pushing the glans deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

I thought my mother would be angry, but she didn't say anything; instead, she seemed a little excited. I discovered that my mother actually had a bit of a masochistic tendency.

The first few times I ejaculated in my mother's mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time, I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into my mother's mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. My mother hesitated for a while with the semen in

her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked, then frowned and said, "It tastes weird, really awful!" But from then on, after she gave me oral sex, she would always voluntarily swallow the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would open her mouth, letting me see the white semen flowing around inside, then she would lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy.

This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she wouldn't let me kiss her unless I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Now, she was willing to unconditionally eat my semen! She wouldn't do this if she hadn't been completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards the man she loves. She often spoke to me in the tone she used to speak to "the father of my child."

When she was nearly three months pregnant, my mother was already showing some signs. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothes, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, you could see that her once flat and sexy belly had become noticeably protruding. My mother was incredibly nervous in public, always wearing the loosest clothes possible, afraid of being recognized. But at home, whether she felt it wouldn't affect the fetus much anymore, or because she herself was sexually aroused, she agreed to let me have deep penetration sex with her.

After enjoying my beautiful, fair-skinned pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to have sex with her was greatly satisfied.

My mother and I decided to have an abortion, because further delay would have a significant impact on her health.

At the Second Municipal Hospital, the doctor examined my mother first, saying the fetus was developing well, and asked if she was sure she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. My mother touched her belly, and tears immediately streamed down her face. The doctor looked at her and said, "Let's hear the father's opinion." I went in, gently patted my mother's face, and said, "It's over."

Since returning from the hospital after her abortion, my mother had been lying in bed crying. I originally had no feelings for this child; I only saw him/her as an object to stimulate my desires. But seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart also grew heavy. I suddenly realized that I had gone through the same process to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the fetus in her womb were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like she had personally killed her own child.

I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious meals for her during the day and patiently fed them to her. I fell asleep holding my mother that night without making any sexual advances. We just quietly embraced, listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure and innocent, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this incident, my relationship with my mother grew even closer.

Later, it was my mother who took the initiative to ask me if I was feeling uncomfortable. After more than a week of this pure life, I was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, and just nodded. My mother then asked me if I wanted her to use her hand or her mouth. I said I wanted both. My mother smiled, her eyes filled with an indescribable charm, and she used her small hand to hold my already swollen penis and began to stroke it. My mother's hands were slender and soft, enveloping my penis; it felt incredibly comfortable. Perhaps because we hadn't had sex for several days, I was a little sensitive and quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid of tiring my mother, I didn't try to hold back. My mother sensed I was about to ejaculate and quickly opened her small mouth to take my penis in. I ejaculated into her mouth very soon. My mother opened her mouth to show me the semen inside. Just as I thought she was going to swallow it, she suddenly hugged me and sealed my mouth with her own. In one gulp, a mouthful of semen entered my mouth. Caught off guard, I instinctively swallowed my own semen; it tasted salty and astringent, really unpleasant. I snapped out of my daze and saw my mother smiling shyly at me. At that moment, she was like a playful little woman.

I smiled back and hugged her tightly.

The next evening, when my mother was about to give me oral sex again, I asked her if I could use her soft feet. My mother just said that I was being considerate and didn't want her to get tired, which touched me. Actually, part of me didn't want my mother to be tired, but a large part of me wanted to enjoy my mother's charming, soft feet. I held my mother's two glistening, delicate feet and found them even softer than before, probably because she hadn't walked much in the past few days. As usual, I took turns sucking on her two tender feet, sucking until I was satisfied, then used them to tightly grip my penis and began to stroke it. Soon I ejaculated, the thick white semen sticking to my mother's two snow-white, jade-like feet, an indescribably lewd sight. I looked at my mother's face, then at her jade-like feet covered in semen. My mother smiled and opened her rosy little mouth. I was overjoyed, and used the small spoon I had just used to feed my mother porridge to scrape the semen from her tender feet and fed it to her. After Mom swallowed the semen, I asked,

"Mom, aren't you disgusted?" Mom replied coquettishly, "You lick and suck my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are white and tender, where are they dirty?" A few days later, Mom's strength had basically recovered, but she was afraid of infection and couldn't have real sex yet.

Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she felt a little shy, a little touched, and a little proud, so she took the initiative to learn how to perform footjobs for me. Under my guidance, my mother's foot fetish skills improved more and more. Her pair of delicate, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, or scrape my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating it to keep it constantly swollen until I ejaculated, giving me an extremely unique pleasure that was no less than that of vaginal sex.

Actually, my mother cherished her feet very much from the bottom of her heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken such good care of them, making them so delicate and tender. However, influenced by traditional ideas, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So when I first licked her feet as if savoring fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, then I must love her as a person to the extreme. And so, after that one time when I carefully tasted her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me.

Generally speaking, my mother is actually a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets go, she'll dare to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if their own son forced himself on them and got them pregnant. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards her son because of it, and even derived a strange sexual pleasure from it.

In less than a month, my mother's body was completely fine, and we resumed our normal sex life.

Because she had an abortion after less than three months of pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, every cell of my mother's snow-white and alluring body is sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, making love to my mother every night, trying to make up for the losses of the past few days. I ejaculated at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times.

My mother was worried about my health and advised me to be more moderate, but I wouldn't listen.

Later, she bought a lot of nourishing herbs and often cooked medicinal meals for me, which only made my libido even stronger. I couldn't be satisfied without ejaculating inside her twice a day. My

mother pleaded with me to be more restrained, but how could I resist? My mother herself couldn't resist my seductive methods either. So, all things considered, when I faced my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it was as if my mind was filled with semen. I couldn't quell my rising desire without ejaculating two or three times. Eventually, not only my mother worried, but I also became a little afraid. I wasn't worried about myself, but I was afraid my mother wouldn't be able to handle it. Although she's in her prime, she's still quite frail, especially after my father's passing when she lost a lot of weight. She doesn't want to eat much to regain her former weight and always tries to maintain her current figure, making her even more delicate. With my current strong libido, having sex with her until late every night, how could her body possibly withstand it in the long run?

Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I realized it was actually the medicinal food my mother prepared for me that was causing the problem. While these things do have a strengthening effect, men with already high libido might experience increased virility initially, but this side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you don't even understand this?" My mother shrank her neck, playfully sticking out her tongue at me like a mischievous girl.

It's been about half a year since I've had my way with my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and the nourishment of my copious amounts of semen, my mother is increasingly displaying a beauty beyond her years. Her skin is becoming increasingly fair and delicate, and even more radiant and elastic. Her beautiful face is not only becoming whiter and more delicate, but it also seems to be constantly shrouded in a beautiful halo. The few fine lines around her eyes that were already there have faded considerably, and are practically invisible unless you look closely. My mother was already quite young, and with my diligent efforts to nourish her skin, she looks even younger and more beautiful. If you asked a stranger to guess her age, no one would guess she was over thirty. I've heard that many people at the factory are asking her for beauty and skincare secrets.

Moreover, my mother's mental state is getting better and better; she exudes a captivating aura. Many men at the factory harbor fantasies about her, and some even feign illness to see her, hoping to find an opportunity to curry favor with her. My mother is ruthless towards these men; she prescribes exorbitantly expensive health supplements for them, costing hundreds or even thousands of dollars, gradually scaring them away. When my mother told me about this, I laughed out loud.

My fifth mother is now completely under my control; she sees me as her pillar of support, both psychologically and physically.

You could even say that her beautiful, tender body has become my private treasure. I'm no longer satisfied with simply having sex with her in bed; I often think of unusual ways to play with her.

Shortly after the start of my second year of university, the school organized military training. I lived like a monk for ten days, unable even to masturbate.

Every day, my dreams were filled with my mother's beautiful face, both alluring and melancholic, and her snow-white, tender body. The last day was a Sunday, and I sent my mother a text message early in the morning. I got home at five in the afternoon, and my mother was already preparing dinner. As soon as I entered the door, I hugged my mother. We kissed passionately for a while, then my mother gently slapped me and said,

"You're all sweaty, go wash up!" I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from my mother's body, kissing her fair cheeks, my heart filled with lust. I pinched my mother's buttocks twice and said,

"It's been a while since I've seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts! After I shower, how about you strip naked in the living room for me to see, okay? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe." My mother laughed and said, "You're filthy!" and slapped me with one hand.

I laughed and dodged, going into the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. My mother actually did as I said, standing naked in front of the kitchen cabinet, preparing food with her snow-white body completely unclothed. She was only wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and an apron. Her back was to me, completely naked from behind, her hair simply tied in a bun. Looking down her neck, her two snow-white shoulder blades subtly changed shape with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring, and my penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and delicate, appearing even longer and more rounded with those beautiful high-heeled slippers. Her alluring snow-white buttocks were facing me, exceptionally lewd, and peeking through the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, "Isn't this just a deliberate attempt to seduce me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked."

I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards my mother completely naked. Reaching her from behind, I stroked her soft, white buttocks with one hand, while the other reached into her apron, grabbing and kneading her two large breasts. My swollen, hard penis pressed against her tender, white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, sinking deeply into them under my iron-like penis.

My mother trembled slightly but didn't turn around. When I looked, her fair face was already flushed with embarrassment. My hand slid down her buttocks, reaching between her legs, where it was already wet. I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with one finger and brought it to my mother's lips:

"Mom, try it yourself!" My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!" I smiled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva, exploring the depths of her vagina. My mother leaned on the dining table, slowly moaning.

Less than two minutes later, my mother suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked hard on her vaginal opening, and my mother trembled even more violently, her back bending over. Then, a gush of vaginal fluid "plop" flowed into my mouth.

I stood up, deliberately looking into my mother's eyes as I drank the fluid. It had a slightly fishy taste, and some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. My mother was also looking at me, her eyes watery.

I then moved behind my mother, making her bend over with her hands on the dining table, guiding my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I'd never done this to my mom from behind before. I tried several times but couldn't find the entrance to her vagina. Then, she grabbed my penis and guided it into her vagina. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in so hard her head was thrown back.

It was the first time I'd been intimate with my mom outside the bedroom. We hadn't had sex for days, so I was especially excited, thrusting harder and harder. My mom seemed even more excited than me. Not only was she completely naked in the living room for the first time today, but I'd also pinned her down in the kitchen and fucked her from behind. Perhaps this taboo-breaking act ignited a stronger desire in her than usual. She screamed louder than usual, her white buttocks thrusting back in rhythm with my penis's movements. With each hard thrust, my thighs slammed against her jade-like buttocks, making a slapping sound.

After two minutes, Mom turned her face, opening her rosy lips for a kiss. Usually, I was the one who initiated the kisses during sex; this was the first time, showing how excited she was. She soon reached her second orgasm.

To be honest, standing there was very exciting, but also tiring, so I ejaculated after less than twenty minutes. As soon as I pulled my penis out of Mom's vagina, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the floor. I scooped her up by the waist and carried her back to the living room, placing her on the sofa.

After resting for a while, Mom said the food would get cold if she didn't eat soon and got up to put on her clothes. I grabbed her arm, not letting her.

Mom had no choice but to walk around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the food on the table.

I watched this erotic scene with a smile; Mom blushed and didn't dare look at me.

We ate together naked like that. Mom was very uncomfortable at first, but gradually she relaxed, and we sat close together, skin to skin, I feeding her, she feeding me.

After the meal, I still wouldn't let Mom put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white, and tender body. She couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust arose, I would push her down on the sofa and have sex with her for a while, then rest when I got tired. I would repeatedly rape Mom like this until very late.

When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely exhausted.

After that incident, Mom became more open-minded, and we tried many things she never dared to imagine before.

On Children's Day, I accompanied Mom shopping. We walked quite a bit, and we were both quite tired that evening, so we went to bed early. I had sex with Mom for a while, but before I ejaculated, I held her and fell asleep. As I was drifting off to sleep, Mom wriggled out of my arms and got out of bed. I asked her where she was going, and she said she needed to pee. A sensual thought suddenly popped into my head, so I got out of bed and followed her.

When I opened the bathroom door and went in, my mother was taking off her underwear and about to sit on the toilet. I grinned lewdly and said,

"Mom, let me help you!" Without another word, I picked her up, ripped off her underwear, and walked to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the position of holding a child to urinate. In the vanity mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, light black pubic hair partially obscured her tender vulva, a place I could never get enough of. Although I could see it when I made love to my mother, viewing this beautiful sight in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating.

I made my mother urinate in the basin, but how could she possibly urinate? Her pretty face was flushed, and she struggled incessantly, begging me to put her down. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear,

"Mom, when I was little, did you help me pee like this? Can I help you pee like this now? Shh...shh..." Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra released, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin... After Mom finished peeing, her body was limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom,

"Mom, spread your little pussy open and let me see if you've peed all the way." At this point, Mom was completely obedient to me. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink vulva opened wide like a blooming flower. A few glistening drops of urine clung to the alluring urethra and vaginal opening… utterly lewd!

My mother and I were both wide awake. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, and bent down to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender vulva. My lust was aroused, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus.

My mother struggled: “No! It’s dirty!” I laughed and said, “Where is there any dirt on Mom?” I pressed her white buttocks firmly to keep her from moving, then savored her tender anus. My mother's anus was exceptionally beautiful, unlike most women's dark anus, it was fair and tender, with only the tightly closed opening showing an alluring pink. My mother was very clean, bathing meticulously every day, so her anus had absolutely no odor.

I decided to completely possess my mother's beautiful backdoor tonight.

After licking and savoring it for a while, I got up and went to my room to get a pornographic DVD, put it in the DVD player, and then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of honey. I picked up my mother, turned her over, and made her kneel on the sofa, her snow-white, pink buttocks raised high towards me. I continued licking my mother's tender anus, occasionally gently rubbing her anus with my fingers. My mother's head was buried in the sofa, and she let out comfortable moans.

At this moment, the television screen showed a tall, strong black man having sex with a beautiful white woman. His huge, shiny black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly.

As I continued to rub and lick, my mother's tender anus gradually softened, and I easily inserted one of my fingers.

I carefully dripped honey onto my mother's anus and slowly pushed my finger into her rectum.

On TV, the black man had already pulled his penis out of the white beauty's tender vagina and started licking her delicate anus... I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my own hard, swollen penis. When the black man's large penis on TV shoved into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus.

My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her big, white buttocks down so she wouldn't move, and tried to force my penis into her anus, but Mom was too tense at that moment, her anal sphincter muscles were tightly contracted, and my penis couldn't go in at all! Mom couldn't break free, and could only beg me to let her back door go.

I comforted her: "Mom, don't be afraid, a lot of people have done anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV, her little anus is as tender as yours, and she still got fucked by such a big penis, and she still enjoyed it, didn't she?" Perhaps she was influenced by the beautiful woman on TV being brutally anally raped by a black man and making happy moans, and at the same time, she knew that her anus was not going to escape my ravaging tonight. My mother stopped resisting, resignedly raising her snow-white buttocks high.

I continued to entice her: "Mom, you're still a virgin in the back! How about offering me your tender little asshole today? That way I can completely possess you, I want you to be my woman completely... Okay, relax your ass, relax..." Enticed by my lewd words, my mother slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. When I felt my mother's anus soften, I seized the opportunity and thrust my large penis in hard, penetrating her all-encompassing tender anus... My mother let out a sharp scream, crying out in pain. Her white, plump buttocks swayed, trying to break free from my penis.

But her action only aroused my lust further, and my penis, inserted into her anus, became even harder. My mother's tender rectum tightly enveloped my penis, giving me immense pleasure, and I couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.

With each movement, my mother couldn't bear it any longer, crying and begging, "It hurts... pull it out... Xiao Jin, please... pull it out... it hurts so much... you'll ruin my ass... please... let me go..." Hearing my beautiful mother's cries from between my legs, I was aroused by my animalistic nature, my lustful thoughts running rampant, and I increased my speed, ravaging my mother's ass again and again. Her tender rectum rubbed against my glans, her anus tightly gripping the base of my penis, making me want to scream with pleasure!

My mother's tender anus, still virgin, couldn't withstand my rough treatment. "Ah... my ass is going to tear... it hurts... so much pain... let me go... gently... gently..." I remained unmoved, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of anal sex with my mother. After four or five minutes of this, my mother's anus and rectum began to adapt to anal sex, and the initial pain slowly disappeared. She stopped crying at some point, and her body stopped struggling. I continued to fuck her tender anus while simultaneously playing with her vagina.

My mother gradually began to enjoy anal sex... Reaching a peak of pleasure, her genitals were stimulated again, quickly leading to her first anal orgasm!

After ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into my mother's rectum, I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp with satisfaction. Panting, I pulled my penis out of my mother's anus, holding her white buttocks, savoring the wonderful anal sex experience with her.

My mother's anus was now stretched into a round, cute fleshy hole. I pulled my mother's hands and placed them on her buttocks, making her forcefully spread her two white, tender buttocks apart. Her anus opened even wider, and I could clearly see inside. The surface was tender, glistening pink anal flesh. Deep within the anal flesh, several streams of thick, white semen flowed slowly, a scene both erotic and beautiful… This snow-white, fragrant, and exquisite body was now entirely mine!

I was filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The next day, my mother, whose anus had just opened, couldn't get out of bed and rested at home for a day. For several days afterward, my mother's gait was somewhat unnatural.

I loved the sensation of anal sex with my mother so much, and my mother was increasingly able to derive sexual pleasure from it. And after my mother gave me her virginity, psychologically… This time, she was touched by something strange and became increasingly gentle and compliant towards me. We tried it several more times over the next few days, each time with my mother providing me with a full service: oral sex, breast sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and foot sex. Her warm, moist mouth, snow-white breasts, exquisite vulva, narrow, luscious anus, and a pair of jade-like, tender feet gave me a jolt of pleasure that reached my very bones.

After satisfying her a few times, I worried that too much anal sex would cause my mother's anus to loosen and prolapse, so I reduced the frequency of anal sex with her, doing it only about once every one or two weeks.

When my mother was menstruating, I sometimes took the opportunity to enjoy her beautiful and alluring anus. However, most of the time, I had her give me oral sex to satisfy my sexual desire. She would strip naked, kneel in front of me, and swallow my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it. I found this particularly stimulating, and my mother was used to it. One time, as my mother was kneeling in front of me giving me oral sex as usual, I suddenly remembered the time I helped her urinate, and I couldn't help but laugh. My mother spat out my penis and asked me curiously what I was laughing at. I said,

"Mom, the way you're doing this makes me look like a daughter who's done something wrong, and Dad's making her kneel as punishment." Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "What kind of father in the world would treat his daughter like this, using his stinking thing to vilely humiliate her!" I said, "Not necessarily! You're my own mother, and you're always spreading your legs so I can fuck you until you're dying. Besides, last time I helped you pee, just like I would with my daughter, didn't I?" Mom got excited and started sucking my penis in and stroking it.

I got aroused and touched my mother's fair and tender face, saying, "Mom, why don't you become my daughter? Then when I fuck you again, it won't be a son fucking his mother, it will be a father fucking his daughter!" Hearing my lewd words, my mother became even more excited. Her little mouth swallowed and spat out my penis even faster, and she reached into her crotch with one hand and scratched it through the sanitary napkin. I didn't care about anything anymore. I pulled my dripping, huge cock out of my mother's mouth, picked up her naked body and threw it on the bed. I pulled a pillow over and knelt under her buttocks, ripped off the sanitary napkin between her legs, and thrust my cock in without a second thought. My mother's tender vagina was wet and slippery; I didn't know if it was menstrual blood or vaginal fluid, or maybe both.

My mother was already overwhelmed with lust, as if she had completely forgotten that she was menstruating. As I thrust my cock into her vagina, her snow-white flesh writhed excitedly, matching my frenzied movements. I deliberately cried out as I fucked her,

"My sweet daughter, your little pussy is so tight. Daddy's fucking feels so good!" Mom was clearly very excited, calling out loudly, "Oh, ah," but without saying a word. As I called her "daughter, daughter," she finally couldn't help but cry out "Daddy," and with that cry, Mom and I reached orgasm at the same time!

That night, the pillow under Mom's buttocks was stained with a lot of menstrual blood, and even the sheets were splattered. Fortunately, Mom went to wash it immediately afterward, so there was no infection. This exciting role-reversal sex game left me with endless aftertaste and I will never forget it.

During our usual intimate moments, if she was giving me oral sex, my mother would drink the semen I ejaculated into her mouth; and if we had sex, afterwards she would take some tissues to wipe her genitals, and then take another tissue to wipe the semen off my penis. Once, after I ejaculated inside her vagina, she was wiping herself with tissues as usual. At that moment, I suddenly remembered a scene from a pornographic film, so I took a wine glass and asked my mother to empty the semen from her vagina into the glass, and then drink it.

My mother probably figured it wasn't the first time she'd tasted my semen, so she didn't resist much and let me do as I pleased, drinking all the semen in the glass, and even licking up the small amount of semen stuck to the glass as I requested. I watched with great interest. After I finished swallowing her semen, as my mother was about to wipe my penis with tissue, I stopped her and demanded that she lick it clean with her mouth. She slapped me and said, "You're so bad," but obediently turned over and bent down to clean my penis with her mouth.

While she was licking my penis in that position, her large, round, white buttocks were fully exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch and squeeze them, and suddenly I remembered the times Liu Bo had spanked my mother's buttocks. I wondered if my mother had ever cleaned Liu Bo's penis with her mouth like this after he finished with her? Probably not, but maybe not. A woman will do anything when she's been pleasured!

Thinking of this, my penis, which was in my mother's mouth, quickly swelled up again. My mother was startled and turned to look at me. I slapped my mother's white buttocks and said, "Continue!"

As a result, that night my mother drank my semen twice.

A few days later, when my mother and I were being intimate, I couldn't help but ask about Liu Bo. At first, my mother felt awkward and didn't want to talk about it.

But she couldn't resist being asked so many times, so she told me. At that time, my father was busy with construction projects and rarely came home. He didn't have much intimacy with my mother, and when they had sex, it was often rushed, leaving my mother's physical needs unmet. One day, Liu Bo came to our house. My father wasn't home, and I was at school. Liu Bo boldly seduced my mother, and she, being eager, gave in. I calculated the time; it was about a month before I first discovered their affair.

After having sex with Liu Bo, my mother initially felt guilty and remorseful. But once something like this happens, it happens again. Liu Bo was young and had a much stronger sex drive than my father, giving my mother a long-awaited sexual satisfaction, so she often met with him secretly.

About once or twice a week.

I found this incredibly exciting. Although I hated Liu Bo, the thought of my mother's fair body being pressed down and brutally violated by him made me uncontrollably excited. I demanded that my mother describe in detail their lovemaking: where they did it, how Liu Bo helped her undress, how he penetrated her, what positions they used, and so on. I forced her to describe everything to me. She couldn't resist my insistence and had to tell me in detail. To avoid interrupting her, I suppressed my surging lust, my rock-hard penis only slowly thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina.

When my mother described how Liu Bo lifted her legs onto his shoulders and penetrated her, I finally reached my limit! I grabbed my mother's two long, white thighs, put them on my shoulders, and lifted her white buttocks slightly off the bed. My hard, iron-like penis began to pound into her tender vagina like a storm. I kept saying,

"Mom, did Liu Bo fuck you like this back then?" "Mmm...mmm...yes..." "Does it feel better when Liu Bo fucks you or when your son fucks you?" "Mmm...mmm...you...make me feel better...ah..." "Is Liu Bo's penis bigger or mine?" "Mmm...ah...your...your big...mmm...ah..."...That day, my mother and I both felt an unusual and intense pleasure. After I ejaculated, as my mother cleaned my penis with her mouth, I asked her if she had ever done that for Liu Bo. She shook her head. I then asked if she had ever given Liu Bo oral sex. My mother said she had only done it with him once, but she didn't let him ejaculate in her mouth.

Later, my mother and I often played this strange and exciting game, constantly changing positions while I fucked her, and tirelessly asking her about the details of Liu Bo's actions. My mother became more and more detailed, sometimes even adding imagined scenarios. I listened with immense excitement, and at the same time, I noticed that my mother was secretly excited as well. My mother truly hates Liu Bo now, but it seems the more she does, the more she gets a strange thrill from describing her past with him during sex.

Adultery isn't just about physical satisfaction; more importantly, it's about the decadent, alternative pleasure it brings.

Like my mother and me, if she weren't my biological mother but a woman with little familial connection, no matter how beautiful or alluring she was, I couldn't maintain such a strong sexual interest in her for long. And it's this close blood relationship that acts like a powerful aphrodisiac, causing my testosterone levels to spike whenever I'm facing my mother's beautiful, white body, making me experience ecstasy with every encounter.

After a passionate encounter with my mother, I smugly hugged her and said, "Mom, I should have just come to me back then! Why did you have to go with that Liu guy?" My mother glanced at me and said quietly, "If your father found out, he'd kill you on the spot!" "No way! If Dad can't satisfy you, I'll satisfy you on his behalf. Dad will definitely understand. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?"

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