Mom's flight attendant uniform

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My name is Chen Fan, Chen as in old and mortal, Fan as in ordinary. I'm seventeen years old, a senior in high school. My biggest worry right now is that damned overproduction of hormones during puberty, which keeps me constantly in a state of sexual fantasy.

I don't know how I learned to masturbate. I remember the first time was when I was reading a pornographic comic. For some reason, as I was reading, my right hand ended up holding my erect penis, and I imagined myself as the male protagonist in the comic, bravely having sex with the beautiful woman in it. When I ejaculated for the first time, I stupidly thought I was going to pee, which really startled me. But when the thick, sticky fluid covered my right hand, I realized that this was the legendary semen.

Speaking of sexual fantasies, initially they were the heroines in erotic comics. Later, I got tired of those comics and started masturbating while fantasizing about female celebrities every night after turning off the lights. However, this method was like quenching thirst with a mirage, and I quickly abandoned it.

I tried using the high-powered binoculars my dad gave me to spy on the older girl next door, but unfortunately, people these days are incredibly cautious. They close the windows when showering and turn off the lights when sleeping. I tried several times, but I didn't see a thing.

Desperate, I had to shamelessly borrow some erotic novels from classmates and secretly read them under the covers at night. At first, it was martial arts, then fantasy, but eventually, I became madly obsessed with incestuous stories.

Why? Because we have two stunning beauties in our family! My mom and my older sister.

Let me start with my mom. She has an oval face, a delicate nose, two big, bright eyes, and a head of long, glossy black hair piled up behind her head. Her skin is as smooth and delicate as jade, and her figure is as slender as a willow branch. She always wears a professional smile, and when she looks at someone, her bright eyes flicker slightly, exuding an indescribable charm. Although she is already thirty-eight years old, she dresses very fashionably and looks like a young woman in her late twenties. It's hard for outsiders to imagine that she is already a mother of two.

Then there's my older sister. She's nineteen this year, and having inherited our mother's genes, she's naturally very beautiful, radiating youthful energy. I've heard she's the school beauty queen, receiving piles of love letters every day. But I think she's still a little bit inferior to our mother. Although I haven't experienced sex yet, I always feel she's too immature, lacking the mature and alluring charm of our mother.

Sometimes I really feel both lucky and unlucky, having two stunning beauties by my side, yet only able to look but not touch. Coupled with the influence of those incestuous stories in pornographic books, I feel like I'm going crazy.

My mother was a flight attendant when she was young. Although she no longer flies, she still occasionally sneaks into her uniform, poses in front of the mirror with a professional smile, and asks her reflection, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

I discovered this secret by accident. Although I often saw my mother coming home in her flight attendant uniform when I was little, I was too young to really understand. I just thought the uniform was pretty and suited her well, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. But when I peeked through the door and saw my mature and glamorous mother, now middle-aged, wearing her flight attendant uniform again, my penis instantly became erect.

The dark blue uniform accentuated my mother's slender waist, creating an alluring curve. The tight skirt clung to her pert buttocks, and flesh-colored pantyhose covered her long, shapely legs. Black patent leather pointed-toe high heels completed the look. Her jet-black hair was neatly combed back and pinned up, with a red, white, and black scarf tied around her neck. Her small hands were casually crossed in front of her lower abdomen, and a professional, charming smile graced her fair, delicate face.

Honestly, seeing my mother dressed so alluringly, I really wanted to burst through the door, pin her to the bed, pull out my already rock-hard penis, and forcefully thrust it into her.

I only thought about it; I never actually dared to do anything to my mom. After all, my dad was a former armed police officer, and he wouldn't hesitate to beat someone up.

However, from then on, I developed a habit: every day after school, without saying goodbye, I would sneak to my parents' bedroom door to see if my mom was secretly wearing her flight attendant uniform. If not, I would wait until evening when I took a shower and carefully rummage through the laundry basket to see if I could find any clothes my mom had prepared to change into. Although this happened frequently, I never... Of course, there were exceptions to my recklessness. For example, if I found a pair of stockings that had just been taken off my mother's legs, I would stuff them into my pocket without hesitation. After lights out at night, lying in bed, I would slip my mother's smooth, silky stockings over my already rock-hard penis, then imagine my mother's voice and smile, and quickly stroke my penis until thick, sticky semen shot into the stockings. After releasing my desires, I would be terrified the next day, afraid that my mother would discover something was wrong.

I slowly endured puberty in this state of mixed joy and anxiety. Originally, there was no way my mother and I would have had any chance of anything going wrong. However, an accident led to a series of other accidents.

Last summer, our family went on a road trip when we were in a car accident. My father died on the spot, and my mother, who was in the passenger seat, was rushed to the hospital. My sister and I miraculously survived.

After a week of intensive care, my mother finally passed the critical period. Although she survived, she was left with a very serious sequela. She lost her memory, and her cerebral cortex was severely damaged. Whenever she sleeps, she can't remember anything. It's like the movie "50 First Dates."

I confess I'm an unfilial son. I didn't feel much grief over my father's death; instead, I felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. I believed his death was an opportunity given to me by God, and I had to seize it.

A few months later, my mother was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Looking at the familiar living room and bedroom, she was completely lost. My sister helped her around, telling her stories from our childhood, hoping she would remember something. But it was all in vain. Even if she remembered now, what about tomorrow? She still wouldn't recognize us.

But Mom was clever. She hung our family photo in the bedroom and placed my sister's and my photos side by side on the dressing table with captions. Every morning when she woke up, she would see our faces. This method worked somewhat, but Mom occasionally suffered from severe amnesia, and I didn't understand why there were two photos of her children on the table.

Mom's condition made it impossible for her to go to work anymore, and the airline gave her a long sick leave.

Everything seemed to have changed, but I noticed that only one thing remained the same: every night, Mom would put on her old flight attendant uniform and strike various obsequious poses in front of the mirror.

At this time, Mom would always put on light makeup. Her shapely buttocks would be slightly upturned beneath her dark blue business skirt, and her long, slender legs would be clad in black stockings that looked smooth and glossy, subtly shimmering. Her delicate, lovely feet would wear black stiletto heels.

This was Mom's secret, and also my little secret. Every time I saw Mom walking around the bedroom in her flight attendant uniform, my heart would flutter like a cat's claws, and my penis would become erect and hard as steel. After struggling with desire for several months, I felt like I was about to collapse. But then, my sister had to go to summer camp, and before leaving, she told me to take good care of Mom.

I felt as if the god of desire was beckoning to me, and I could hear the seductive demon laughing in my ear. Torn between desire and morality, I struggled, ultimately yielding to desire.

Since I'd decided to have sex with my mother, I needed a meticulous plan. The most common trick in online fanfiction was using drugs or sleeping pills, but I didn't want to do that; it would be too boring. I wanted to watch my mother, dressed in her flight attendant uniform, beg, moan, and succumb beneath me…

So, I decided to rape her openly and honestly. There was only one reason I dared to do this: my mother would remember nothing after a good night's sleep, like in "50 First Dates." With a bit of luck, perhaps I could have my 50th first time too.

The operation took place on the fourth day of my sister's summer camp. After dinner, Mom went back to her bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room watching TV. But to be honest, my mind was filled with images of Mom begging and moaning beneath me; I had no idea what was on TV. It was

almost 11 o'clock when I got up and left the living room, cautiously heading towards Mom's bedroom. My heart was pounding. After all, she was my mother. Dad was gone, and as his only son, instead of shouldering the family's burdens, I was thinking about how to violate her body. I thought I would go to the deepest hell after I died.

But that's how men are; once controlled by desire, they're worse than beasts.

Peeking through the crack in the door into the bedroom, I saw Mom, as usual, dressed in her dark blue flight attendant uniform, hands on her hips, posing in front of the mirror with a smile on her lips. She seemed to be reminiscing about her days flying in the sky—perhaps the only beautiful memory she had left, a memory I was about to shatter, turning into a permanent nightmare.

Mom swayed her slender waist, her buttocks slightly raised. My desire had reached its peak; I longed to rush into the bedroom and pin her down, to rape her to my heart's content. But I had to remain calm. I had to subdue Mom in one move, I couldn't give her a chance to retaliate, or who knew what might happen.

The opportunity finally arrived. Mom accidentally dropped her lipstick under the bed. She crouched down, reached under the bed, groped around, but couldn't find it. She then lifted her school uniform skirt, revealing half of her shapely black-stockinged thigh. Kneeling on her left knee, she reached out to grab it, but still missed. Mom's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She then knelt on both knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the floor, her round, full buttocks also protruding.

Mom will probably never know how alluring her position was. This breathtaking sight was like adding fuel to the fire for me, who was already on the verge of collapse.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed open the door and rushed behind her. My mother lurched forward from my forceful impact, but luckily I grabbed her plump, round buttocks in time to prevent her from falling.

"Who?"

Before she could react, I had already grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her slender waist, and then greedily caressed her smooth, shiny black stockings.

"Ah!" My mother cried out, turning her head quickly, her face turning deathly pale, devoid of any color.

"Xiao Fan, what...what are you doing?" My mother's beautiful face flushed red, then her brows furrowed, and she angrily scolded, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

At this moment, I was already dominated by desire and completely ignored her request. My mother tried to get up, and I immediately pressed my entire upper body against her back. At this moment, my mother knelt on the ground, her upper body also lying on the ground, like a female dog waiting to mate.

I reached out and touched the inside of my mother's thighs, which were covered in black stockings. They were smooth and silky, full of texture. My mother's body trembled violently, and her two black-stockinged thighs squeezed together, forcefully trapping my right hand between them.

Flight attendant, uniform, mother, black stockings, beautiful legs—so many alluring elements were concentrated on my mother. Heaven had truly been kind to me.

I pinned her down, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her legs kicking upwards against my rear, screaming repeatedly, her pretty face flushed crimson.

I thought, being raped by her own son, both physically and emotionally, would be a far greater blow to her than being raped by a stranger.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, I pressed my upper body against hers, hurriedly pulling my pants down to my knees, then grabbed the edge of her black pantyhose and underwear, yanking them down forcefully, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks.

My mother screamed incessantly, her soft shoulders straining upwards. Helpless, I grabbed a pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth, then pulled her two soft wrists back, locking them behind her slender waist.

"Waaah~!"

My mother whimpered, her two black-stockinged legs crossed and intertwined, her thighs tightly closed. Looking at the pinkish flesh squeezed into a slit, my penis was already rock hard. I ran the head of my penis along my mother's full thighs a few times, then forcefully thrust it between her thighs.

"Woo~!"

Feeling the high temperature on the cock, my mother raised her head slightly, with tears in the corners of her eyes. The two thighs were clamped tighter. I moaned in pleasure and almost didn't ejaculate.

The cock covered with veins twitched hard twice on the inside of my mother's smooth thighs, close to the delicate slit.

"Mom, I'm going to fuck you." I don't know why I said such beastly words, but an unprecedented sense of excitement quickly swept through every pore on my body.

Mom struggled even more fiercely. I lifted the glans upward, aimed it at the vagina, and pushed hard.

"Mmm~!"

Mom's upper body, clad in a dark blue uniform, stiffened, as if petrified, completely motionless. Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with fear. Her

tender labia tightly gripped my glans; the pleasurable sensation was indescribable, both physically and psychologically. Seeing the tears in Mom's eyes, my lust intensified. I raised my thick, hard penis and thrust forward forcefully, parting layers of tender flesh and slamming into a mound of soft flesh.

I fucked Mom! I finally fucked Mom!

I was incredibly excited, like I'd gone mad. Grabbing her wrist with one hand and supporting her full, round buttocks with the other, I thrust into her forcefully. My mother was in pain; her vagina was already dry, and she hadn't had sex in a long time. How could she withstand such intense fucking? She leaned forward, half her face pressed to the ground, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

My mother's weak and aggrieved appearance only fueled my lust. After a few more thrusts, I released her hands, grabbed her buttocks, and fucked her like a madman. My long-suppressed desire was finally released. A moment later, I felt a tightness in my back, a tingling sensation in my spine, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged through me.

My mother seemed to feel the swelling of my penis. She shook her head violently, crawling forward with both hands on the ground, trying to break free from my grasp. I was on the verge of climax when she pulled this unexpected move, and my penis was flung out of her vagina.

My mother crawled forward like a little bitch, her black pantyhose and underwear still on her legs, preventing her from fully opening them. With each step, her hips swayed forcefully.

In this situation, I almost ejaculated on the spot. But I held back; I was determined to shoot my first load of semen into my mother's sweet little hole.

I knelt down and hurriedly took two steps forward to catch up with my mother. Instead of grabbing her, I thrust my penis forward forcefully, pressing the head of my penis tightly against her vagina.

My mother felt the warmth of my penis and lay down even more vigorously, knowing that if she stopped, her son would relentlessly fuck her again.

Like a valiant knight, I followed closely behind my mother, my penis lightly touching her vulva, moving in and out of her rubbed vagina, but never fully penetrating.

We circled around the bedroom again and again until finally, my mother, exhausted, slumped forward and collapsed to the ground, half her pretty face pressed against the floor, her eyes glazed, her face covered in tears.

I quickly reached into my mother's mouth and removed the pillowcase. Then, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and lifted her up forcefully, causing her to kneel on the ground again, her beautiful buttocks raised high, while her upper body lay prone on the floor.

I thrust my penis forward, the glans parting her tightly closed labia, passing through layers of tender flesh, and striking deep inside her vagina.

"Mmm."

My mother let out a groan and shifted forward slightly. To my surprise, her vagina was wet and overflowing with vaginal fluid.

My mother was feeling it!

This was undoubtedly an encouragement to me, and I thrust even more frantically inside her, finally ejaculating thick, hot semen into her vagina.

My mother didn't scream or make a sound, only her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if resigned to her fate.

My violently swollen penis continued to ejaculate inside her vagina, one spurt, two spurts, three spurts… until there was nothing left to ejaculate, but it remained erect.

I was panting heavily, looking at my mother lying beneath me, ravaged and abused. Without pausing, I rolled her over, so she was facing me on the floor.

Her flight attendant uniform was a mess. I reached out and unbuttoned the top, pulling the white shirt open to the sides and pushing up her rose-colored bra. Her two round, white breasts sprang out, the two small purple nipples standing erect in the cold wind.

I lay on top of her, lowered my head, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, making seductive smacking sounds. My mother neither struggled nor resisted; her once beautiful eyes were now lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I straightened up, took off my mother's black high heels, then hoisted her legs, encased in black pantyhose, onto my shoulders. I licked the soles of her feet with my tongue, and my mother's whole body tensed up like a taut rubber band, her saliva-covered toes gleaming seductively.

With one hand supporting her pantyhose-clad leg and the other guiding my penis, I aimed at her vagina and thrust in again with a sudden burst of strength. My mother's beautiful face creased, and she let out a soft moan.

With each thrust, her delicate body trembled, her large breasts swaying and forming waves of white flesh.

Having already released my pent-up desire once, I didn't rush into penetration this time. Instead, I used a technique of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, moving in and out of her vagina at varying speeds.

Although it felt just as good as before, it also left me feeling very uncomfortable because of my mother's lifeless reaction.

What's the difference between a woman on the bed and an inflatable doll if she doesn't moan?

My fighting spirit was reignited; I refused to believe I couldn't give my mother pleasure.

I pushed my mother's black-stockinged legs forward, pressing them directly onto her breasts. My mother's entire lower body arched up; this position must have been very uncomfortable. With each thrust, her brows furrowed, and she occasionally let out soft moans.

My mother's reaction greatly encouraged me. I stopped using any thrusting techniques and just kept thrusting my penis, fucking her wildly.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm~!"

Finally, my mother closed her eyes tightly and let out a series of moans that were hard to tell whether they were from pain or pleasure. As my thrusting speed increased, the moans became more and more obvious.

"Ah~!"

My mother's mouth opened wide, and she moaned ecstatically. Like a knight who had received a command, I grabbed my mother's black-stockinged legs and fucked her pussy wildly.

As the moans became more and more obvious, I felt that my mother's pussy was contracting rapidly, and the layers of tender flesh tightly strangled the cock, especially the delicate heart deep in the vagina. Every time the glans penis touched it, it would suck hard.

"Mmm~!"

Mom groaned, her beautiful face contorting, her eyes tightly closed, her legs stiffening, her arches tensing, her delicate body trembling slightly, her beautiful features scrunched up, her tender vulva gripping my penis tightly, her clitoris gushing out streams of hot nectar.

Faced with such powerful suction, I was also at my limit. After a few frantic thrusts, I thrust my penis all the way in, aimed at her tender vulva, and ejaculated another thick stream of nectar.

That night, I don't know how many times I made love to Mom. After Mom's last ecstatic cry, she fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I faced my mother with trepidation, but as usual, Mom couldn't remember anything.

Just like in "50 First Dates," every time my mother and I had sex, it was my first time. I recklessly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. Until my sister came back from summer camp.

But when my sister said these words, I was stunned.

"Mom, Dr. Li said you haven't had your follow-up appointment for several days. She called me today and asked if your amnesia had flared up again."

[The End]

My name is Chen Fan, Chen as in old, Fan as in ordinary. I'm seventeen years old, a senior in high school. My biggest worry right now is that damned overproduction of hormones during puberty, which keeps me in a state of sexual fantasy all the time.

I don't know how I learned to masturbate. I remember the first time was while reading a pornographic comic. For some reason, as I was reading, my right hand ended up gripping my erect penis, and I imagined myself as the male protagonist in the comic, bravely having sex with the beautiful woman in it. When I ejaculated for the first time, I stupidly thought I was going to pee, which really startled me. But when the thick, sticky semen covered my right hand, I realized that this was the legendary semen.

Speaking of sexual fantasies, initially they were the female protagonists in pornographic comics. Later, I got tired of reading comics, and every night after turning off the lights, I started fantasizing about female celebrities while masturbating. However, this method was like quenching thirst with a mirage, and I quickly abandoned it.

I tried spying on the older girl next door with the high-powered binoculars my dad gave me, but unfortunately, people these days are incredibly cautious. They close the windows when showering and turn off the lights when sleeping. I tried several times, but I didn't see a thing.

Desperate, I had to shamelessly borrow some erotic novels from my classmates and secretly read them under the covers at night. At first, it was martial arts, then fantasy, but eventually I became obsessed with incest stories.

Why? Because we have two incredibly beautiful women in our family! My mom and my older sister.

Let me start with my mother. She has an oval face, a delicate nose, two large, bright eyes, and a head of long, glossy black hair piled up. Her skin is as smooth and delicate as jade, and her figure is as slender as a willow. She always wears a professional smile, and when she looks at someone, her bright eyes flicker, exuding an indescribable charm. Although she is thirty-eight years old, she dresses very fashionably and looks like a young woman in her late twenties. It's hard for outsiders to imagine that she is already a mother of two.

Now, let's talk about my older sister. She's nineteen this year and inherited my mother's genes. She's naturally very beautiful, radiating youthful energy. I heard she's the school beauty queen, receiving piles of love letters every day. But I think she's still a little bit inferior to my mother. Although I haven't experienced sex yet, I always feel she's too immature and lacks my mother's mature and charming feeling.

Sometimes I really feel both lucky and unlucky. I have two beautiful women by my side, but I can only look and not touch them. Coupled with the influence of those incestuous articles in pornographic books, I feel like I'm going crazy.

My mother was a flight attendant when she was young. Although she no longer flies, she still occasionally sneaks into her uniform, poses in front of the mirror with a professional smile, and asks her reflection, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

I discovered this secret by accident. Although I often saw my mother coming home in her flight attendant uniform when I was little, I was too young to really understand. I just thought the uniform was pretty and suited her well, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. But when I peeked through the door and saw my mature and glamorous mother, now middle-aged, wearing her flight attendant uniform again, my penis instantly became erect.

The dark blue uniform accentuated my mother's slender waist, creating an alluring curve. The tight skirt clung to her pert buttocks, and flesh-colored pantyhose covered her long, shapely legs. Black patent leather pointed-toe high heels completed the look. Her jet-black hair was neatly combed back and pinned up, with a red, white, and black scarf tied around her neck. Her small hands were casually crossed in front of her lower abdomen, and a professional, charming smile graced her fair, delicate face.

Honestly, seeing my mother dressed so alluringly, I really wanted to burst through the door, pin her to the bed, pull out my already rock-hard penis, and forcefully thrust it into her.

I only thought about it; I never actually dared to do anything to my mom. After all, my dad was a former armed police officer, and he wouldn't hesitate to beat someone up.

However, from then on, I developed a habit: every day after school, without saying goodbye, I would sneak to my parents' bedroom door to see if my mom was secretly wearing her flight attendant uniform. If not, I would wait until evening when I took a shower and carefully rummage through the laundry basket to see if I could find any clothes my mom had prepared to change into. Although this happened frequently, I never... Of course, there were exceptions to my recklessness. For example, if I found a pair of stockings that had just been taken off my mother's legs, I would stuff them into my pocket without hesitation. After lights out at night, lying in bed, I would slip my mother's smooth, silky stockings over my already rock-hard penis, then imagine my mother's voice and smile, and quickly stroke my penis until thick, sticky semen shot into the stockings. After releasing my desires, I would be terrified the next day, afraid that my mother would discover something was wrong.

I slowly endured puberty in this state of mixed joy and anxiety. Originally, there was no way my mother and I would have had any chance of anything going wrong. However, an accident led to a series of other accidents.

Last summer, our family went on a road trip when we were in a car accident. My father died on the spot, and my mother, who was in the passenger seat, was rushed to the hospital. My sister and I miraculously survived.

After a week of intensive care, my mother finally passed the critical period. Although she survived, she was left with a very serious sequela. She lost her memory, and her cerebral cortex was severely damaged. Whenever she sleeps, she can't remember anything. It's like the movie "50 First Dates."

I confess I'm an unfilial son. I didn't feel much grief over my father's death; instead, I felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. I believed his death was an opportunity given to me by God, and I had to seize it.

A few months later, my mother was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Looking at the familiar living room and bedroom, she was completely lost. My sister helped her around, telling her stories from our childhood, hoping she would remember something. But it was all in vain. Even if she remembered now, what about tomorrow? She still wouldn't recognize us.

But Mom was clever. She hung our family photo in the bedroom and placed my sister's and my photos side by side on the dressing table with captions. Every morning when she woke up, she would see our faces. This method worked somewhat, but Mom occasionally suffered from severe amnesia, and I didn't understand why there were two photos of her children on the table.

Mom's condition made it impossible for her to go to work anymore, and the airline gave her a long sick leave.

Everything seemed to have changed, but I noticed that only one thing remained the same: every night, Mom would put on her old flight attendant uniform and strike various obsequious poses in front of the mirror.

At this time, Mom would always put on light makeup. Her shapely buttocks would be slightly upturned beneath her dark blue business skirt, and her long, slender legs would be clad in black stockings that looked smooth and glossy, subtly shimmering. Her delicate, lovely feet would wear black stiletto heels.

This was Mom's secret, and also my little secret. Every time I saw Mom walking around the bedroom in her flight attendant uniform, my heart would flutter like a cat's claws, and my penis would become erect and hard as steel. After struggling with desire for several months, I felt like I was about to collapse. But then, my sister had to go to summer camp, and before leaving, she told me to take good care of Mom.

I felt as if the god of desire was beckoning to me, and I could hear the seductive demon laughing in my ear. Torn between desire and morality, I struggled, ultimately yielding to desire.

Since I'd decided to have sex with my mother, I needed a meticulous plan. The most common trick in online fanfiction was using drugs or sleeping pills, but I didn't want to do that; it would be too boring. I wanted to watch my mother, dressed in her flight attendant uniform, beg, moan, and succumb beneath me…

So, I decided to rape her openly and honestly. There was only one reason I dared to do this: my mother would remember nothing after a good night's sleep, like in "50 First Dates." With a bit of luck, perhaps I could have my 50th first time too.

The operation took place on the fourth day of my sister's summer camp. After dinner, Mom went back to her bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room watching TV. But to be honest, my mind was filled with images of Mom begging and moaning beneath me; I had no idea what was on TV. It was

almost 11 o'clock when I got up and left the living room, cautiously heading towards Mom's bedroom. My heart was pounding. After all, she was my mother. Dad was gone, and as his only son, instead of shouldering the family's burdens, I was thinking about how to violate her body. I thought I would go to the deepest hell after I died.

But that's how men are; once controlled by desire, they're worse than beasts.

Peeking through the crack in the door into the bedroom, I saw Mom, as usual, dressed in her dark blue flight attendant uniform, hands on her hips, posing in front of the mirror with a smile on her lips. She seemed to be reminiscing about her days flying in the sky—perhaps the only beautiful memory she had left, a memory I was about to shatter, turning into a permanent nightmare.

Mom swayed her slender waist, her buttocks slightly raised. My desire had reached its peak; I longed to rush into the bedroom and pin her down, to rape her to my heart's content. But I had to remain calm. I had to subdue Mom in one move, I couldn't give her a chance to retaliate, or who knew what might happen.

The opportunity finally arrived. Mom accidentally dropped her lipstick under the bed. She crouched down, reached under the bed, groped around, but couldn't find it. She then lifted her school uniform skirt, revealing half of her shapely black-stockinged thigh. Kneeling on her left knee, she reached out to grab it, but still missed. Mom's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She then knelt on both knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the floor, her round, full buttocks also protruding.

Mom will probably never know how alluring her position was. This breathtaking sight was like adding fuel to the fire for me, who was already on the verge of collapse.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed open the door and rushed behind her. My mother lurched forward from my forceful impact, but luckily I grabbed her plump, round buttocks in time to prevent her from falling.

"Who?"

Before she could react, I had already grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her slender waist, and then greedily caressed her smooth, shiny black stockings.

"Ah!" My mother cried out, turning her head quickly, her face turning deathly pale, devoid of any color.

"Xiao Fan, what...what are you doing?" My mother's beautiful face flushed red, then her brows furrowed, and she angrily scolded, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

At this moment, I was already dominated by desire and completely ignored her request. My mother tried to get up, and I immediately pressed my entire upper body against her back. At this moment, my mother knelt on the ground, her upper body also lying on the ground, like a female dog waiting to mate.

I reached out and touched the inside of my mother's thighs, which were covered in black stockings. They were smooth and silky, full of texture. My mother's body trembled violently, and her two black-stockinged thighs squeezed together, forcefully trapping my right hand between them.

Flight attendant, uniform, mother, black stockings, beautiful legs—so many alluring elements are concentrated in one mother. Heaven has truly been kind to me.

My mother was pinned beneath me, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her legs kicking wildly against my rear, screaming repeatedly, her pretty face flushed crimson.

I thought, being raped by her own son, both physically and emotionally, was a far greater blow to her than being raped by a stranger.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, I pressed my upper body against hers, hurriedly pulling my pants down to my knees, then grabbed the edge of her black pantyhose and underwear, yanking them down forcefully, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks.

My mother screamed incessantly, her soft shoulders straining upwards. Helpless, I grabbed a pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth, then pulled her two soft wrists back, locking them behind her slender waist.

"Waaah~!"

My mother whimpered, her two black-stockinged legs crossed and intertwined, her thighs tightly closed. Looking at the pinkish flesh squeezed into a slit, my penis was already rock hard. I ran the head of my penis along my mother's full thighs a few times, then forcefully thrust it between her thighs.

"Woo~!"

Feeling the high temperature on the cock, my mother raised her head slightly, with tears in the corners of her eyes. The two thighs were clamped tighter. I moaned in pleasure and almost didn't ejaculate.

The cock covered with veins twitched hard twice on the inside of my mother's smooth thighs, close to the delicate slit.

"Mom, I'm going to fuck you." I don't know why I said such beastly words, but an unprecedented sense of excitement quickly swept through every pore on my body.

Mom struggled even more fiercely. I lifted the glans upward, aimed it at the vagina, and pushed hard.

"Mmm~!"

Mom's upper body, clad in a dark blue uniform, stiffened, as if petrified, completely motionless. Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with fear. Her

tender labia tightly gripped my glans; the pleasurable sensation was indescribable, both physically and psychologically. Seeing the tears in Mom's eyes, my lust intensified. I raised my thick, hard penis and thrust forward forcefully, parting layers of tender flesh and slamming into a mound of soft flesh.

I fucked Mom! I finally fucked Mom!

I was incredibly excited, like I'd gone mad. Grabbing her wrist with one hand and supporting her full, round buttocks with the other, I thrust into her forcefully. My mother was in pain; her vagina was already dry, and she hadn't had sex in a long time. How could she withstand such intense fucking? She leaned forward, half her face pressed to the ground, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

My mother's weak and aggrieved appearance only fueled my lust. After a few more thrusts, I released her hands, grabbed her buttocks, and fucked her like a madman. My long-suppressed desire was finally released. A moment later, I felt a tightness in my back, a tingling sensation in my spine, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged through me.

My mother seemed to feel the swelling of my penis. She shook her head violently, crawling forward with both hands on the ground, trying to break free from my grasp. I was on the verge of climax when she pulled this unexpected move, and my penis was flung out of her vagina.

My mother crawled forward like a little bitch, her black pantyhose and underwear still on her legs, preventing her from fully opening them. With each step, her hips swayed forcefully.

In this situation, I almost ejaculated on the spot. But I held back; I was determined to shoot my first load of semen into my mother's sweet little hole.

I knelt down and hurriedly took two steps forward to catch up with my mother. Instead of grabbing her, I thrust my penis forward forcefully, pressing the head of my penis tightly against her vagina.

My mother felt the warmth of my penis and lay down even more vigorously, knowing that if she stopped, her son would relentlessly fuck her again.

Like a valiant knight, I followed closely behind my mother, my penis lightly touching her vulva, moving in and out of her rubbed vagina, but never fully penetrating.

We circled around the bedroom again and again until finally, my mother, exhausted, slumped forward and collapsed to the ground, half her pretty face pressed against the floor, her eyes glazed, her face covered in tears.

I quickly reached into my mother's mouth and removed the pillowcase. Then, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and lifted her up forcefully, causing her to kneel on the ground again, her beautiful buttocks raised high, while her upper body lay prone on the floor.

I thrust my penis forward, the glans parting her tightly closed labia, passing through layers of tender flesh, and striking deep inside her vagina.

"Mmm,"

my mother groaned, shifting forward slightly. To my surprise, I discovered that her vagina was wet, overflowing with vaginal fluid.

My mother was actually aroused!

This was undoubtedly an encouragement to me, and I thrust even more frantically into her vagina, finally ejaculating thick, hot semen into her.

My mother didn't scream or make a sound, only her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if resigned to her fate.

My violently swollen penis continued to ejaculate inside her vagina, one spurt, two spurts, three spurts… until there was nothing left to ejaculate, yet it remained erect.

Panting heavily, I looked at my mother, who had been so brutally violated beneath me, and without resting, I turned her over, making her lie on the ground facing me.

My mother's flight attendant uniform was a mess. I reached out and unbuttoned the top, pulling the snow-white shirt aside and pushing up her rose-colored bra. Her two round, white breasts sprang out, the two small purple nipples standing erect in the cold wind.

I lay on top of her, lowered my head, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard with seductive smacking sounds. My mother neither struggled nor resisted; her once beautiful eyes became lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I straightened up, took off my mother's black high heels, then hoisted her legs, encased in black pantyhose, onto my shoulders. I licked the soles of her feet with my tongue, and my mother's whole body tensed up like a taut rubber band, her saliva-covered toes gleaming seductively.

With one hand supporting her pantyhose-clad leg and the other guiding my penis, I aimed at her vagina and thrust in again with a sudden burst of strength. My mother's beautiful face creased, and she let out a soft moan.

With each thrust, her delicate body trembled, her large breasts swaying and forming waves of white flesh.

Having already released my pent-up desire once, I didn't rush into penetration this time. Instead, I used a technique of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, moving in and out of her vagina at varying speeds.

Although it felt just as good as before, it also left me feeling very uncomfortable because of my mother's lifeless reaction.

What's the difference between a woman on the bed and an inflatable doll if she doesn't moan?

My fighting spirit was reignited; I refused to believe I couldn't give my mother pleasure.

I pushed my mother's black-stockinged legs forward, pressing them directly onto her breasts. My mother's entire lower body arched up; this position must have been very uncomfortable. With each thrust, her brows furrowed, and she occasionally let out soft moans.

My mother's reaction greatly encouraged me. I stopped using any thrusting techniques and just kept thrusting my penis, fucking her wildly.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm~!"

Finally, my mother closed her eyes tightly and let out a series of moans that were hard to tell whether they were from pain or pleasure. As my thrusting speed increased, the moans became more and more obvious.

"Ah~!"

My mother's mouth opened wide, and she moaned ecstatically. Like a knight who had received a command, I grabbed my mother's black-stockinged legs and fucked her pussy wildly.

As the moans became more and more obvious, I felt that my mother's pussy was contracting rapidly, and the layers of tender flesh tightly strangled the cock, especially the delicate heart deep in the vagina. Every time the glans penis touched it, it would suck hard.

"Mmm~!"

Mom groaned, her beautiful face contorting, her eyes tightly closed, her legs stiffening, her arches tensing, her delicate body trembling slightly, her beautiful features scrunched up, her tender vulva gripping my penis tightly, her clitoris gushing out streams of hot nectar.

Faced with such powerful suction, I was also at my limit. After a few frantic thrusts, I thrust my penis all the way in, aimed at her tender vulva, and ejaculated another thick stream of nectar.

That night, I don't know how many times I made love to Mom. After Mom's last ecstatic cry, she fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I faced my mother with trepidation, but as usual, Mom couldn't remember anything.

Just like in "50 First Dates," every time it was my mother's first time, I recklessly indulged in this forbidden pleasure. Until my sister came back from summer camp.

But I was stunned when she said these words:

"Mom, Dr. Li said you haven't had your follow-up appointment for several days. She called me today and asked if your amnesia had flared up again."

[The End]

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