Crossing Mother's River

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Chapter One:

Every protagonist in a first-person novel has a name. Please call me Ah-Hao, or any name you prefer, as it is unimportant to the story I'm about to tell you.

This is a story about my beautiful and sexy mother, a story of love and sacrifice.

I was born in the 1970s in a small town in southern China, a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters. According to the older generation, the people there migrated from the Central Plains during the Southern Song Dynasty to escape war.

Because the surrounding area was inhabited by ethnic minorities, after centuries of development, although their main lifestyle was Han Chinese, they had also adopted many customs from the original inhabitants of the border regions. For example, newlyweds would go to a temple to worship a sturdy wooden stake painted in the shape of a tiger's head to pray for peace and children (I later learned from books that this was simply a remnant of primitive phallus worship), and the husband would give his new wife a silver necklace, and so on… My mother's name was Fang Min.

She lost the joys of girlhood at a very young age, learning to conceive and give birth.

My father seduced my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity, and that's how I came to be.

On their wedding night, my younger sister was born.

My father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist (most men in our hometown were like that).

After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, and my mother, me, and the rest of the family had to help him to bed.

However, even when he was drunk, he didn't beat or scold his family. Therefore, considering other factors, one could say he was actually quite good to his mother (at least compared to other families in town). And it was clear that his mother loved his father, or perhaps it was "a form of respect."

Nevertheless, I often sensed that my mother seemed a little depressed.

Of course, at that time, I didn't quite understand why.

Our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class compared to other families; my mother never needed to work to support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores.

Dad was always working in the mines, which naturally brought me closer to Mom. She often came to me for help when she needed it; and I, in turn, often tried to cheer her up.

It was clear Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the boredom of housework.

Dad always left early and came home late, almost always looking disheveled.

I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy working, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was actually quite lonely.

However, I believe my dad still loves my mom very much. They sometimes joke around or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married is very rare... practically nonexistent.

After graduating from high school (few people went to university back then), I started working and also found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family.

But as you can imagine, this meant I didn't have much time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy.

My life isn't anything special; sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not, just like any other ordinary person.

In the evenings, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew she loved having me with her… Over time, my mother and I became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine in her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that would have been vague concepts at my age.

When I turned sixteen, I began to look at my mother with a completely new perspective. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. My

mother had very black, thick, and long hair.

When she let her hair down, the flowing black strands cascaded down to her waist. She had a great figure, a slender, southern-style figure, and her eyes were still bright and expressive.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married.

She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional feminine virtues and beauty, was a very attractive woman to me.

So I started consciously seeking hugs from my mother and consciously praising her, complimenting her appearance, saying she was still a very beautiful woman.

These words usually made my mother blush, but she still accepted them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her soft, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, quickly climb onto her shoulder.

At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days when I took her to the movies, because she always picked out the films for us in advance.

After the movie, I liked to sit with my mother in a nearby park for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and say some playful and affectionate things to each other.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief.

After a moment, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?" My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out.

But then I thought, since I can't pretend it never happened, spilled water can't be taken back, so why not take it a step further?

"Mom, I'm sorry if what I said offended you.

But you know, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his age.

I love you very much, and I'm willing to do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don't hate me."

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Son, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was too lonely, so I sought your company, which led you astray."

"Mom, I didn't want this to happen either.

But since it happened, I'm still happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you."

"No! No way! You're my own son!" the mother retorted. "How can such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman."

"Mom, I can't care about anything else now. I've taken the risk, so be it.

It's already happened, and I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you.

Mom, for your own sake, can't you consider my... request carefully?" The mother remained silent for a long while, and then two clear tears quietly slid down her alabaster face.

Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt a pang of guilt. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. At that moment, she whispered, "Son, we should go home."

After this incident, our relationship cooled considerably.

Despite my repeated pleas, she refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should go with a girl my age.

I could see that she was suffering just as much as I was.

As the days passed, she became increasingly withdrawn and quiet. When my father noticed her change and asked why she wouldn't go to the movies with me, she simply shook her head and asked why he didn't take her.

Dad said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off, so it's better for you to rest at home."

Of course, he drank as usual that day.

Then, Mom raised her voice, as if she said something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, everyone else in the house was out (Dad, sister), and I begged Mom again.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded.

I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse and gently rested her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I was so happy that I hugged her tighter, indicating to her that with her consent, our previous relationship was over, and we had entered a new chapter.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning against my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, gazing into my mother's eyes, staring intently into their depths, and said in a calm tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you."

Then, I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.

After that, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; and unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless.

My sister noticed and jokingly asked her why she was so fidgety. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son. My sister laughed at me,

calling me a sissy, still clinging to my mother even at this age.

I mumbled that as long as my mother was happy, I was willing to stick to her forever.

Chapter Two

. That Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit.

Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. The clothes, though not very tight, worked beautifully, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips.

With light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty.

On the way to the cinema, Mom was the focus of every man's attention in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return.

After watching the movie, we went to our usual park, where the temperature was quite cool.

Quietly, my mother gazed at me and said softly, "Son, I want to thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful night."

I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

Hearing me say such a blatant thing, my mother smiled, but her face also flushed. She whispered, "Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother."

At that moment, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes."

As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and the intensity of my heartbeat—if there were a device to measure it—would definitely exceed 120 beats per minute.

Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I am married to your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I think he neglects you too much, and I think you're unhappy.

Mom! Give me a chance, your son will make you happy!" My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She

didn't specify which one of us. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Was my mother, like me, unable to control her own feelings? "Mom, I'm sorry, but you're just so beautiful. I couldn't control myself. Many times, I felt like a beast. But I still hope, I hope you're not my mother, so that I might be able to... feel more... I might..." Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment. But Mom didn't seem disgusted by this confession; on the contrary... she seemed a little pleased. I

could definitely feel that in my heart, and I was certain Dad had never said anything like that to Mom.

Like a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and softly said, "Son, I'm so happy you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?" I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms,

saying, "Yes, Mom, you're really beautiful, very sexy." Unable to resist the urge to kiss her, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but passively leaned against my chest, her body stiffening slightly.

I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger.

Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion, pressing her lips against mine.

At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally managed to breach a crack in my mother's defenses.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm, red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and kissing her passionately for a while.

Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment.

My mother suddenly turned her head away and whispered, "We should go home, son..." We drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I secretly caught a glimpse of a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, halfway back, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, braked, and kissed my mother, who was speechless with shock. At the same time, I reached out and kneaded her full, round breasts through her clothes.

It was the first time a man other than her husband had touched her breasts. My mother trembled violently, pushed me away forcefully, and gasped, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

Clearly, my mother still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity.

However, ignoring her objections, I took advantage of the cramped space in the car and forced myself upon her, kissing her hesitant red lips again, silencing her words. At the same time, my right hand climbed onto my mother's chest and began to knead her breasts.

The breasts of a mature woman felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity.

My mother's initial struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

After a while, my mother suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, "Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom,"

I replied meaningfully, noticing my mother's slightly trembling shoulders.

When I got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep.

As usual, Dad was probably drunk again.

Before I even reached the living room downstairs, I hugged Mom and kissed her passionately.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else."

Softly, I replied firmly, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world. I want to keep kissing you like this.

Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I'm your father's wife, and no matter what his flaws are, I still wear the collar he gave me..." "But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think it's hurting anyone."

"Son, what if someone gets woken up? What if we get found out?" We were at an impasse in the living room when suddenly I had an idea. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk already; he won't know where you've been."

After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But to my surprise, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demands.

"Go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and be right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. Just before my patience gave way, the door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father's drunk again."

I knew it; I detected a hint of disgust in her voice. This was my perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this,"

my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't want to betray your father!" "I know, Mom. Trust me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens, I'll always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton bra.

My hands, trembling, explored my mother's entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes caressing her rounded buttocks. I reached for her chest, trying to unbutton her blouse. For a moment, her body stiffened, but then relaxed.

"Son, Mom is so scared..." "Mom, don't be afraid. I'm all grown up now. I'll protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you,"

my mother said shyly, then pressed herself against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, your son loves you."

Afraid she might suddenly change her mind, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, simultaneously showering her with kisses to give her no chance to back out.

With her shirt off, her full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple white bra, rose and fell with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter.

I took a deep breath and focused my attention on her bra, this time reaching behind her back.

My mother resisted weakly, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!" "Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish.

Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pay respects."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus stopping her resistance.

Suddenly, my mother's high, firm breasts pressed against my chest. The novel stimulation made me groan softly, instinctively reaching out to knead them, causing my mother to let out a series of soft moans beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood. I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her pink nipples. In just a moment, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you... but I don't care.

Mom, your son wants to make love to you."

I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wonderful feeling my brother and I had experienced years ago when we were conceived there.

After repeated intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel joy, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me.

I licked away the beads of sweat on my mother's skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, which made my mother let out a joyful moan that was almost a cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, and very soft, with a wonderful feel to them.

Following the curve of her beautiful legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt my mother's panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton.

I passionately kissed and sucked on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses, her whole body relaxing, and without realizing it, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most private parts to me. It

was truly unbelievable.

My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her.

Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt for the cleft of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it, and soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face inside.

Now, the vulva I had longed for exuded an intoxicating, mature fragrance, separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton fabric.

"Mom, your son has come to pay his respects to you."

I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva through the rough cotton fabric, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her lips, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva, and sucking the honeyed fluid that seeped out through the fabric.

Under this stimulation, my mother weakly twisted her delicate body.

Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down, a movement that made her body shudder.

"Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..." "Mom, I've told you, I love you.

I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable."

"But what if we get found out..." my mother said. "As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know.

Mom, we'll be very careful, and then no one will know."

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and bright eyes, and finally kissing her lips again.

This time, my mother softened in my arms and began to kiss me back, our tongues intertwining.

I reached down and pulled at my mother's last remaining clothing. This time, my mother did not resist.

When I threw the underwear on the ground, my mother instinctively reached up to cover her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze.

I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hand away, gazing at the lush, dark thicket of hair, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration.

My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me.

I caressed my mother's vulva, while gently biting her full breasts, a finger slipping into her wet opening.

Even in my most alluring erotic dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her mons pubis like this.

Her vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs, kissing her sweet lips, then moving upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair.

During this process, Fang Min…my dear mother, kept moaning with pleasure, immersed in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue parted her sweet lips, inhaling her alluring feminine scent. I raised my head to admire the seductive scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—that was where my mother urinated.

Ignoring the strong smell, I became completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, and then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina.

When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals.

The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I continued to stimulate her clitoris; her genitals were overflowing with fluid, and I immersed my fingers in the slippery nectar.

Finally, a suppressed, sharp scream escaped her lips as her snow-white body arched, then began to convulse.

I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, delighted to know that I had brought my mother to orgasm.

After a while, Mom, panting, rubbed her firm breasts against my chest. With a shy smile, she whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life."

"Mom, do you know? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my long-held dream."

"Son, tell me the truth, do you really think Mom is beautiful?" "Of course, more beautiful than any movie star."

With tears in her eyes, Mom gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva.

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if to silently express her agreement, my mother spread her thighs to both sides and placed my penis at her hole.

I stared into the depths of her eyes, and my mother pushed me inside her.

"Well! Son..." For a boy of this age, my penis is very big and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot meat shaft under my thrust.

Mom raised her lower body so that the entire length of my penis reached the depths of her vagina.

Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the inner wall muscles wrap around my penis like a vice.

I pulled out, then slid in again, and then pumped like crazy. Mom also rocked her hips and waist with the same passionate rhythm to meet the thrusting movement, and my penis was quickly soaked with love juice.

We, mother and son, worked together like a machine made for love. Every time I inserted it, my mother stood up straight to accommodate her, with her plump breasts swinging in a sexy parabola. Every time, I felt the head of my glans press against her cervix, and my mother began to gasp more and more rapidly.

I went crazy like this for about fifteen minutes. My mother became stiff again. At the same time, she clasped my buttocks with her hands and inserted her fingers hard. The penis in her vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm and tender flesh.

I felt a tightness in my lower body; for the first time in my life, I ejaculated my virgin semen back into my mother's body.

One ejaculation after another, a considerable amount, and soon my penis felt the semen begin to flow back.

And so, my mother and I remained intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside my mother's vagina, and I gently thrust in and out.

This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted much longer, finally reaching orgasm together again.

The long night, for us, mother and son, felt far too short.

After our last intimate moment, Mom whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so big. Your father and I have never experienced anything like this before.

Ah! I've almost forgotten when I last felt this happy."

Mom's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man.

My first time with Mom was more fulfilling for her than all her previous marriages with Dad.

"Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!" "Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm Mom has ever had."

Mom confessed to me again, kissed me goodbye, and said, "My good son, Mom should go back now. I think neither of us wants anyone to have any doubts!" Mom and I kissed for a while longer, said some sweet words, and she stood up and wiped herself clean.

"Mom, can you leave me these panties?" I asked softly.

Mom was silent for a moment, then asked me with a little unease, "As a memento of our first time?" I nodded quickly.

"I promise you, but you have to keep them safe."

So, Mom put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room.

That night, my mother and I made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing my mother's underwear against my face as I drifted off to sleep.

Even in my dream, all I could hear was my mother's sweet, almost weeping cries.

Chapter Three

: But when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like fog.

When the family sat around the table for breakfast, my mother was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me but also avoided eye contact.

I felt like I was in an ice cellar, yet I still refused to give up. So, while my father and sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear soaked with my mother's juices, waiting quietly.

Not long after, the door opened, and my mother walked in as I had hoped.

Seeing the underwear in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment. Her voice trembled as

she said, "Son, we can't repeat last night's mistake." Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night was indeed very enjoyable, and I will always remember everything we had. But I am, after all, a married woman.

Son, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms, "I love you! You know you love me too. Give your son a chance!" I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head away, broke free from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son."

My mother's eyes were filled with tears as she whispered, "Just because you're my son."

"Mom!" I cried out as she was about to leave my room, "I won't stop loving you, and I'll continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down my mother's face, but she still left me. From that moment on, our relationship cooled. It was clear that her decision was painful for her, but her resolve remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort proved futile. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship.

My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could reach, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our birth charts were compatible; if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I was in great pain because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly push me away from her.

In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother,

and the engagement date was set. Then, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she became like a jealous woman, criticizing me even for the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away to someone else?" My mother wouldn't admit it, but when I pointed out her recent changes and said it was her lover's jealousy, she fell silent and went into her room, not coming out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, thinking that my mother was probably trying to comfort me, and I nodded and said, "Mom, that's great."

I don't know how I got through the next few days, looking forward to Sunday every day.

When the long-awaited day finally arrived, my mother dressed up carefully for our outing. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After watching the movie, we went back to our private spot. I hugged Mom again, and she didn't resist. We started kissing passionately.

My hands began to roam all over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited.

We were intimate for about an hour before returning home. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room. I'm going to check on your dad,"

Mom said softly.

When she went into the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed.

Mom turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son began a long-awaited, passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly stripped my mother of her clothes, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. I held her round buttocks in my arms and kissed her genitals passionately, bringing her to orgasm.

Then, I climbed on top of her, letting her hold my rock-hard penis, and guided it to her entrance. With a thrust, it easily entered her already wet vagina.

I gripped my mother's round buttocks and fucked her hard.

With each penetration, she would throw her head back and moan with abandon.

We rolled around on the bed, sometimes my mother on top, sometimes me on top. After a long while, I finally ejaculated inside my mother's warm vagina.

This time, Mom also reached her climax; I had never seen her with such a satisfied smile.

"Son, you're amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to pressure me into marriage?" I asked her, a little uneasy.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date gets closer, Mom can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world." "

Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's. Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second,"

Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than you love Daddy?" I asked, embracing my mother again, kneading her round, firm breasts until they swelled, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, my mother murmured, "Ah, son, I respect your father…my husband, but I don't love him.

After being with you, I learned what love is. My dear son, I want to be your wife. I feel so happy in your arms."

Hearing these words from my beloved mother's lips, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad.

You are mine. I want to possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you like this forever."

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was completely buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump white buttocks up and down.

"Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. Your dad and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together." "

Of course, I know."

Holding Mom's mature buttocks, I thrust hard, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed.

Suddenly, my mother's tongue intertwined with mine like a madwoman. Then, in the throes of orgasm, her whole body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew she had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting vigorously.

Her beautiful, full body trembled with each stroke, her breasts and buttocks swaying wildly.

As waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally cried out, and at the same time, my penis plunged into her womb, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling her womb, the place where she was meant to bear children, with the seed of our incestuous love.

After our passionate encounter, we embraced, my mother's genitals still connected to mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, she took my penis into her mouth and began giving me oral sex. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated again.

Without disgust, this time my mother smiled sweetly as she swallowed all of her son's semen.

The next day, my mother and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver wedding necklace. No one knew that I was going to marry my beloved mother.

I also bought a wedding dress for my mother, and of course, I bought one for myself.

Chapter Four

. Another week passed. My mother chose an auspicious day, and in the dead of night, when no one knew, my mother and I secretly went to the town's temple.

My mother wore her bright red wedding dress with gold trim, looking incredibly beautiful; I also wore my new clothes.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the necklace my father had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had made for her on her head, marking that from this moment on, my mother was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger.

After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You've given me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I'm not only your mother, but also your wife."

"Mom, now that you're my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?" My mother blushed slightly and nodded shyly.

Then, I said to her, "Amin, tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little baby."

My mother buried her head in my chest and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's primary responsibility as a good wife is to bear a child for her husband.

I'm happy to have children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!" That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly.

Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible.

Finally, I dressed, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to a nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid her down, and spread out her bright red phoenix-patterned dress.

The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, even shimmering with a soft, pearly glow, clearly visible.

Although my mother and I had been intimate many times, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother… this woman who had become my wife.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up.

My mother's breasts weren't large or perky, but rather gracefully curved across her chest. I felt incredibly lucky to have such a woman as my mother.

I lifted her into the water and let her stand, scooping water to wash her lower body.

Afterward, I let her wash herself while I swam around her for a while. Gradually, watching her beautiful figure, I became excited again and quietly swam behind her.

The water just reached the middle of her thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and my mother gasped in surprise. Then, realizing it was me, she quieted down and let me caress her two snow-white buttocks.

After playing for a while, I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself to admire my mother's back door.

Her back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked it a few times, but her little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

I stood up and had my mother straddle my waist, walking into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

I held my mother's forearms, making her lean back, and my penis slid in, and I began to thrust again.

Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to bring my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together.

My mother always initiated it; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire and always had a strong urge. Every time I took off her underwear, her genitals were already soaking wet.

My mother told me that just thinking about me made her very wet, and no one had ever excited her like this.

Sometimes, we were like madmen; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her.

My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and had sex with her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in,"

my mother whispered, but I ignored her and continued until we both reached orgasm.

As I left, I pulled up my mother's underwear, preventing her from wiping herself.

Although our affair went undiscovered, for the rest of the day, seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing that my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master bedroom.

My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket covering her slipping off her body, revealing her extremely sexy figure.

I gently shook my mother awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, my mother came in, and I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, then began to undress us.

"Son, I know I'm your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger,"

my mother protested. But I kissed her, stripped her naked, and started giving her oral sex.

Soon, she was wet, and I climbed on top of her, penetrated her, and began to have sex with her.

Later, when she left me, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was excited, but the next night, my mother came into my room with a smile on her face and her bedding, saying, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room.

Your father agreed, so from now on, I'm yours every night."

I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses.

Mom, from now on, we can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to fully enjoy the passion of our incestuous sex.

Sometimes, we'd simply spend two days away from home, making love like wild beasts in some cave or dense forest.

My father never suspected our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful son.

In fact, I think he was quite happy; with his nagging wife and son gone, he could drink himself into a stupor without worry.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him.

Meanwhile, I had a great opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business. If I did well, I might even be able to go abroad someday.

Far from home, I once sadly thought my relationship with my mother was over. However, the bond between mother and son was deep. My mother, who had never left our hometown in the southwest, actually learned to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help take care of my life.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but when news came from our hometown that my father had died of alcohol poisoning and had been found dead by crashing his head against a tiger statue, my mother and I felt lost and bewildered. However, this also meant that we were no longer bound by any ties.

My mother officially moved in with me, and we lived together like newlyweds, relying on each other for support.

I was also very happy. Having experienced the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in her sexuality, readily accepting my vigorous desires and my passionate kisses, caresses, and even my rough, unrestrained style of lifting her skirt, grabbing her buttocks, and having sex with me at least twice a day.

Three weeks after we started living together, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come.

Then came the anxious waiting we both endured. When she told me again that she was confirmed to be pregnant, we were both extremely excited.

For the rest of the days, watching my mother move around with my child inside her, her face radiant with the happiness unique to pregnant women, especially now that she was carrying my child—her own son—I felt incredibly proud.

Nine months later, we had a lovely eldest daughter.

This was our new family member; the family we had before seemed like a distant, separate world to us.

With our first success, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me.

After my eldest son was born, my company sent me abroad.

With the money I had saved over the years, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing my family to settle overseas.

Having severed all ties with the past, my mother and I became a true couple, and no one doubted our relationship.

While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children; and every night, when they fell asleep in their crib, it was our happy time together.

My mother remained as gentle, sensitive, and understanding as ever. Whenever I took off her underwear, her snow-white buttocks were already soaked with her sweet juices, awaiting her beloved son's pampering.

After showering and drying each other off, we would return to our bedroom and, again and again, engage in that tireless, tender lovemaking.

————————–Another version: The mother, Fang Min, was in her early thirties, a beautiful and kind woman.

She lost her girlhood at a very young age, becoming pregnant and giving birth, living the life of a wife and mother.

My father seduced and raped my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity and making her pregnant with me.

A year after their marriage, my younger sister was born. My

father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist.

After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed.

However, even when he was drunk, he didn't beat or scold his family. Therefore, considering other factors, it could be said that he was actually quite good to his mother. And it was clear that his mother loved his father too. However, I often sensed a slight melancholy in her eyes.

Of course, during that period, I didn't understand why my mother was unhappy.

Compared to other families, our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class. My mother never needed to work to support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with housework.

My father was always at the mine, which gave me more time to spend with my mother.

She often came to me for help; and I, in turn, would try my best to make her happy.

I could tell that Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the burden of housework and the loneliness she felt when Dad wasn't home.

Dad always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk.

I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage; most of the time, he was either busy with chores, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was often very lonely.

However, I believed that Dad still cared about Mom. Sometimes they would joke around or tease each other, but most of the time they were quiet and reserved when they were together.

After graduating from high school, I started working and also found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family.

However, this also meant I didn't have time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy.

My life wasn't particularly special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew my mother loved having me with her. Over time, we became very close; she would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that at my age should have been just vague notions of relationships between men and women.

When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother has long, jet-black hair.

When she lets it down, it cascades down to her waist like a black waterfall.

She has a well-proportioned figure, full breasts, and captivating, bright eyes. Her skin is delicate and fair. Although she has had two children, she still possesses an alluring waist and shapely hips.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married.

She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in life: her two children, especially me, whom she loved dearly.

My mother is a woman who greatly attracts me.

So, when no one was around, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch my mother's body, consciously praising her figure and complimenting her appearance, saying that even with us, her two children, she was still a very charming woman.

These compliments usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go out to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her soft, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't paying attention, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder.

At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew Mom was really looking forward to the day I took her to the movies. After the movie, I liked to sit with Mom in a small park nearby for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, Mom said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to marry another woman. I just want to be with you forever." Mom was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief.

After a while, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance.

I felt incredibly guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. Her unusually full breasts pressed against my cheeks, making my heart race. My mother whispered, "Son, let's go home."

After this incident, my mother refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should find a girl my age to go with.

This Tuesday, with everyone else at home out, I begged my mother again.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded.

I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning on my shoulder.

I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender and lovely neck and earlobe, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to my mother's lips.

My mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; but unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back and occasionally kiss her full lips.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless.

My sister noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son.

On Sunday evening, my mother wore a very sexy outfit.

Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. Although the clothes weren't very tight, they worked well, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. Her figure, though nearing forty, was still beautifully accentuated.

With light makeup, she looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty.

On the way to the cinema, my mother was the center of attention for all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder in return.

I kissed her cheek from time to time.

After the movie, we went to our usual park. It was cooler outside.

My mother nestled into my arms.

A feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

My mother's soft hands gently caressed my cheeks. She cupped my face and whispered, "I'm so happy I have such a loving son." I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, holding her tightly.

Unable to contain my passion, I suddenly leaned down and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but simply leaned against me, her body trembling slightly.

I kissed her delicate lips passionately, my joy and possessiveness rising higher and higher.

Suddenly, Mom opened her tightly closed teeth, her fragrant tongue darting out and passionately intertwining with mine.

Overjoyed, I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva in large gulps.

My excited tongue roamed freely in her mouth.

Mom couldn't help but gasp softly in my frenzied kisses.

Seizing this opportunity, I made my move, passionately kissing the beautiful woman in my arms, my own mother.

From her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, to her snow-white breasts, her translucent earlobes, and then back to my mother's warm, red lips, I teased her delicate tongue, playing with it wantonly.

I tried my hand at it, exploring territories my mother had never been touched by my father.

Perhaps my mother had never been kissed like this before, and her desire was slowly ignited.

She went from being passive to responding with the same passion, kissing me back.

And so, we held each other in a passionate kiss for a long time.

Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

The passion in our hearts lingered long afterward.

My mother suddenly turned her head and whispered, "We should go home." I reluctantly drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips.

My passion reignited, and I decided to take an even bolder step.

I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, braked, and, facing my mother's astonished expression, once again passionately kissed her delicate lips. At the same time, I resolutely reached out and tentatively kneaded her breasts—the breasts that had nurtured me as an infant and were still full and round—through her clothes.

The mother, with years of marital experience, knew what was to come when a man, especially her own son, suddenly caressed her breasts. She couldn't accept it, her body trembling violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son, we're mother and son, you can't do this!"

However, I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her with my tongue. At the same time, my right hand slipped inside her clothes, lifting her bra and vigorously kneading her full breasts.

Her mature breasts felt wonderful, two heavy mounds of flesh twisting into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity.

Her nipples slowly hardened under the intense stimulation of my hands. Feeling the long-awaited sexual stimulation, my mother's initial resistance and struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

I played with my mother's breasts for quite a while, and just as I was about to advance towards her lower body,

she suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and commanded: "Son, we should go home."

Looking at my mother's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling shoulders, I reluctantly agreed, still wanting more.

When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep.

As usual, I figured my father was probably drunk again.

So before I even reached the living room downstairs, I grabbed my mother and started kissing her passionately on the lips.

At first, she protested, "Don't do that, you'll wake everyone else." "

Mom, we're just kissing," I said. "What if someone gets woken up? What if we get discovered?" Suddenly, an idea struck me. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he won't know where you are." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought she was going to turn and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable request. "

You go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and then come right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. The door opened gently, and my mother entered, closing it softly behind her. She sighed softly, "Son, your father has drunk too much again.

I don't think we should do this.

" She sighed again, "I don't want to betray your father."

She sighed softly, standing beside me with a look of sorrow and longing as she gazed at her familiar yet suddenly estranged son.

Her expression overwhelmed me; I instinctively embraced her, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her passionately.

She returned my kisses.

I knew that from tonight, my mother would become my world's... My dearest lover.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton bra.

My hands frantically tried to explore her entire body, sometimes kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples, sometimes caressing her round, beautiful buttocks from behind. Slowly, my mother's body relaxed under my continued caresses. "

Son, Mom is so scared," she still hesitated. "

Mom, don't be afraid, your son has grown up now. I will love you well," Mom said, pressing herself against my strong chest and gently kissing her son's cheek.

Trembling, I unbuttoned my mother's blouse and quickly ripped it off, kissing her lips even more passionately at the same time. With the blouse gone, my mother's full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple cotton bra, swayed with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter.

I took a deep breath and reached behind my mother's back to unhook the bra. For the first time, my mother's mature, full breasts were fully revealed before my eyes—full, round, and firm, with small, pink, tempting nipples. A wave of the mature woman's fragrance wafted

towards me . My mother didn't resist my actions; she just whispered, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far." I pressed my lips to hers, stopping her final hesitation. I hugged her tightly, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples stimulating my sexual nerves. I let out a soft moan and instinctively reached out to grasp and rub them. In no time, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas, so cute and alluring. Suddenly, childhood memories flooded back, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss those pink nipples forcefully, occasionally sticking out my tongue to gently lick them and lightly biting and sucking them with my teeth. My mother's body writhed beneath me as I teased her, emitting soft moans and groans. I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wondrous sensation of my sister and I being conceived within her years ago. With each intimate touch, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously thrusting her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from her skin, savoring the slightly salty taste, which elicited a near-crying moan of pleasure from her beneath me. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft, and felt wonderful to the touch. Following the curve of her beautiful legs, my hand gradually moved up to the base of my mother's thighs. There, I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of white cotton. I focused intently on kissing and sucking on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body completely relaxed, and without realizing it, she slightly parted her legs, revealing her most intimate genitals to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt the opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Before long, the white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid. I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face between her legs. Now, my mother's vulva, which I had longed for for so long, was so close to me, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance. It was partially obscured by a thin layer of cotton fabric, with a few alluring pubic hairs occasionally peeking through. I took a deep breath, buried my face between my mother's legs, and recklessly licked my mother's vulva through her panties, admiring the beautiful sight of my beloved mother's genitals. My tongue pushed the tip of my tongue between my mother's panties and sucked hard on the honeyed fluid that kept seeping out through the fabric. Stimulated by my tongue, Mom twisted her body violently. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down sharply, a movement that made her shudder. She pushed my head away forcefully, trying to hold onto her last line of defense: I kissed her fragrant black hair, her bright eyes, and finally kissed her lips again. This time, Mom went limp in my arms, and then began to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other. Seeing that the time was ripe, I reached down again and pulled off my mother's last piece of clothing. This time, my mother offered no resistance. Only in the instant her genitals were exposed did she instinctively reach out to cover her inner thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hands away, gazing at that lush, dark forest, the pink, trembling flesh of her vulva. I felt as if I were in a dream. My mother shyly turned her face away, and I seized the opportunity to leave my first lip print on my beloved mother's clitoris and labia. My mother trembled and straightened up, her full breasts thrusting out, and gently kissed my head. I rubbed my mother's clitoris with my hand while gently biting her full breasts and pink nipples, my fingers sliding into her already wet vagina. It all felt like a dream. My mother's vagina was incredibly wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her labia majora, then teasingly biting her clitoris. Stimulated by my full-body stimulation, Fang Min, my dear mother, moaned incessantly, immersed in the overwhelming pleasure her own son was giving her. After kissing for a while, I parted her lips with my tongue, inhaling her alluring feminine scent, and occasionally lifted my head to admire the seductive beauty of her genitals. I parted my mother's labia with my fingers and saw a small pink opening above her vaginal opening; it turned out to be where she urinated. My mother's genitals emitted a rich, alluring scent of a mature woman, completely captivating me. I gently licked every inch of her vulva several times with the tip of my tongue, then inserted my tongue into her vagina and scraped and licked the vaginal walls, especially the labia minora around her vulva. My face was covered in the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother's passion, which greatly aroused me. Every time my tongue moved to my mother's most sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust rapidly, while still continuously sucking and kissing her clitoris. The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I relentlessly stimulated her clitoris; her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking my fingers in the slippery nectar. I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of my mother's vagina, increasing the number of fingers from one to two. Finally, with a suppressed, sharp scream, my mother arched her snow-white body and began to convulse. I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, delighted to know that I had brought my mother to orgasm. After a while, my mother stood up and hugged me tightly, rubbing her firm breasts against my chest. She breathed shyly and whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." My mother gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist labia. I closed my eyes, my swollen glans touching my mother's wet opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her. As if silently expressing her consent, my mother spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis at her entrance. I gazed into the depths of her eyes; my mother's eyes were full of love. I knew she had decided to give herself completely to me. Finally, my mother aligned my penis with her vaginal opening, and I smoothly inserted myself into her. With a suppressed moan of pleasure from my mother, I finally returned to the place where she gave birth to me and raised me, and I was immersed in unparalleled happiness. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and I desperately wanted to thrust, but I wanted to prolong this hard-won moment of happiness. Because I knew that when you want sex too much, you often ejaculate prematurely after penetration.

I want to insert it into my mother's body and calm down for a while before pumping it out. I will insert my hard penis deeply into the deepest part of my mother's vagina every time, so that she can feel the super sexual pleasure she has never experienced when having sex with her father. She will need me even more in the future and can't live without me.

And for a boy of my age, my penis is very long and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot cock under my thrust.

At this time, my mother also tried her best to straighten her lower body to meet my penis, so that the root of my penis could reach the depth of my vagina.

Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the muscles in the vaginal wall wrap around my penis like a vice.

Makes me feel comfortable.

I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her feel at ease, so I used my imagination. I imagined my mother, lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman who looked like her that I had always wanted to rape. So I grabbed my mother's buttocks, thrust my penis forward, and began to pump forcefully, each time making the base of my penis slam against my mother's... As I thrust into her clitoris, my mother gradually forgot her restraint and began to moan with pleasure. Her hands started to gently caress my naked back. I was excited by my incestuous maternal love and thrust even harder. Especially when my mother lifted her buttocks and crossed her legs behind me, gripping my buttocks, I knew she wanted me to penetrate her deeper.

I thrust in and out of my mother's body, occasionally kissing her breasts and licking her nipples with my tongue. I felt an overwhelming excitement. My mother hugged me tighter and often raised her hips to receive my penis's thrusts. I straightened my legs, tensing every nerve in my body, which made my penis even harder. I hugged my loving mother tightly and intercourse with my mother harder and harder. After working hard for more than ten minutes, my mother let out a cry and her whole body stiffened. At the same time, she clasped my hips with her hands and dug her fingers hard into my back. The penis in the vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm tender flesh. The penis could clearly feel the rhythmic contraction of the walls of my mother's vagina. One or two times, I knew Mom had reached her climax, but I didn't stop thrusting. My penis, still clamped between her legs, continued to push in. I felt a warm sensation on the head of my penis; I knew it was Mom's vaginal fluid overflowing. Mom's tongue slipped into my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue. I felt every cell in my body expand. Then, my penis tightened... A surge of heat rose from my feet, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread through my glans. I thrust a few more times, and gushes of hot semen shot into my mother's vagina. My body was weak and aching; I collapsed onto my mother, panting heavily, motionless. Soon, I felt the semen begin to flow back out.

And so, my mother and I intertwined, caressing each other, savoring the afterglow of our orgasms.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside her, and I gently began to thrust.

This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted much longer, finally reaching orgasm together again.

That night, my mother and I made love four times. After our last passionate encounter, my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, yours is so big and amazing! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this before."

My mother had almost forgotten when she last felt this happy.

I'm so grateful that my mother, in her thirties, can still enjoy such pleasure. Her praise filled me with a sense of pride as a man.

My first time with my mother was more satisfying for her than all the times she had ever had sex with my father since their marriage.

No wonder Mom no longer liked Dad; he could no longer give her orgasms. I was secretly quite pleased with myself. I kissed Mom for a while longer, saying some sweet words. She stood up and wiped herself clean.

Mom put on her bra and clothes, then quietly left my room.

The next day, when I woke up, everything from the night before seemed to have vanished like fog. It

was as if nothing had happened. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only not speaking to me but also avoiding eye contact.

While Dad and my sister left for work and school, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white panties soaked with Mom's juices, quietly waiting.

Not long after, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped.

Seeing the underwear in my hand, her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat last night's mistake."

Last night's feeling had indeed made me very happy, and Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman, your biological mother.

And you will get married and have children to carry on our family line.

We can't make the same mistake again.

I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, broke free from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son."

"My mother whispered, tears welling in her eyes, 'Just because you're my son.'

Tears streamed down her face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. It was clear her decision was painful for her. Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship.

My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible; if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt incredibly pained because the only woman I loved was my mother, but she..." She cruelly pushed me away from her.

In the end, I chose a girl because, in my opinion, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

With the appearance of this future daughter-in-law

, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me became different from before, like a jealous woman. Even for the smallest mistake I made, my mother would scold me.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said: "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" For this outing, my mother had dressed up carefully. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After watching the movie, we went back to our private spot. I hugged Mom again, and she didn't resist. We started kissing passionately. My

hands roamed all over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited.

We kissed for about an hour before reluctantly parting.

When we got home, just like last time, Dad and my sister were already asleep. "Wait

for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad,"

Mom said softly.

When she went into the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed.

Mom turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son shared a long-awaited passionate kiss.

I roughly ripped off my mother's clothes, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. I lovingly played with and sucked her full breasts for a long time.

I tightly embraced her round buttocks, spread her legs, and frantically licked her clitoris and labia. When my mother's vaginal fluids were plentiful, I frantically thrust my fingers into her vagina. Just as I was about to bring her to orgasm, I flipped over and straddled her, gripping my rock-hard penis against her vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, my penis easily penetrated deep into her already wet vagina.

I grasped my mother's round buttocks and pounded into her hard.

Knowing this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I thrust in with all my might, all the way in.

My mother let me play with her body as I pleased, responding to my every move. With each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement.

We made love passionately on the bed, and I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong the intercourse, fully enjoying the pleasure of our mother-son union.

At this moment, we were completely uninhibited, wanting to enjoy the sexual pleasure each other's bodies brought us in every way possible.

Sometimes my mother straddled me, actively responding to my thrusts; sometimes I climbed behind her, penetrating her vagina in an animalistic manner, and playing with her breasts.

We kept changing positions, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally unleashed my hot semen into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

My mother, moaning softly, also reached orgasm at the same time, her face filled with a long-lost, satisfied smile. "

Son, you're amazing!"

my mother couldn't help but praise me. "

Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her, a little uneasy.

"Son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date draws closer, Mom is becoming more and more overwhelmed, almost going crazy. I know I'm jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

"My love for you is no longer just a mother's love for her son, but also the love for a lover. I will never let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom

murmured.

I hugged her again, kneading her round, jade-like breasts, letting her full mounds gradually swell, then kissed her swollen nipples.

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over onto me, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, swaying her plump buttocks up and down. "

Son, this is wonderful.

But our union must be a secret between us, mother and son. Your father and your sister cannot know, otherwise we can never be together."

Gazing at my mother, panting softly, my eyes filled with boundless, infatuated love,

I gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust vigorously, from slow to fast, from deep to shallow, until I was fully inside her vagina, her juices flowing freely, yet I felt no urge to ejaculate.

Ten minutes passed, then an hour. Suddenly, my mother trembled, her body leaning forward onto me.

Her lips pressed quickly against mine, her tongue entwining with mine frantically, and soft moans escaped her lips.

I knew she was close to climax, so I quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began to thrust rapidly inside her vagina.

My beautiful, voluptuous mother trembled with each thrust of my penis, her breasts heaving, her buttocks swaying, her labia majora opening and closing smoothly to receive my penis.

Seeing all this, how could I not love my own mother? Suddenly, my mother held me tightly, and I felt the intense contractions of her vaginal walls on the head of my penis.

Her body trembled with each contraction, and as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally let out a soft moan.

At the same time, my penis thrust forcefully into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling the love nest where my mother had conceived me with the seed of incest.

After the passion subsided, we embraced and caressed each other, my mother's genitals still connected to mine, unwilling to separate.

After a long while, she pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother resolutely took my penis into her mouth, licking my glans and coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue, her fingers constantly stroking my penis. I watched my mother's lewd state, my hands also constantly playing with her breasts.

Finally, under this lewd visual stimulation, my penis, filled with my mother's loving oral sex, I could no longer hold back. I groaned, and milky white semen gushed from her mouth.

My beloved mother, the most lovable woman in the world, didn't find her son's semen dirty at all. With a charming smile, she swallowed every drop of my semen.

Seeing this, I lovingly cupped my mother's lips, stained with my semen, and kissed them forcefully. Our tongues, lubricated by my semen, sucked each other's lips with a soft, slurping sound.

The next morning, we drove to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted, grassy area. We took off our clothes and laid them on top of my mother, using the ground as our bed and the sky as our blanket. After a passionate kiss, we made love wildly and naked in nature for a long time.

Several times, my penis ejaculated wildly inside my mother, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Her usually suppressed moans naturally turned into loud cries in the deserted wilderness.

For the first time in my life, I heard my mother's moans, which sounded so beautiful.

Stimulated by her cries, we made love again and again. When we got tired, we would lie on top of my mother to rest for a while, my penis still inside her vagina.

And so, my mother's vagina was continuously penetrated by me, constantly dripping with her juices.

We unleashed our most primal instincts in nature, reveling in the extraordinary pleasure that our intimate lovemaking brought us.

It wasn't until sunset that we reluctantly separated, dressed, and rushed home.

That night, we made love repeatedly.

Perhaps it was the week of abstinence, or perhaps the wooden tiger truly had a miraculous effect, but that night my sexual prowess was astonishing; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible.

Finally, I dressed, scooped my naked mother into my arms, and took her to the nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and unfolded her bright red phoenix-patterned dress.

The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, and in the moonlight, it even shimmered with a soft, pearly sheen, clearly visible.

Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my beloved mother.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up.

My mother's breasts, slightly saggy from breastfeeding my brother and me, weren't large, but the nipples were rosy and erect, hanging gracefully on her chest, tracing soft curves in the moonlight. Her buttocks were smooth and still elastic, her lower abdomen firm, and her pubic hair dark. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate face showed no signs of her being a woman in her early forties with a son and a daughter.

I felt incredibly fortunate that God had arranged for such a beautiful and kind woman to be my mother.

I lifted her into the water, let her stand in it, and scooped water to wash her genitals and anus.

Gradually, as my hands caressed my mother's alluring vulva, and my eyes lingered on her firm breasts and white buttocks, my penis inexplicably became aroused again.

I then moved behind my mother, the water just reaching the mid-thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, turned her body around, and freely fondled her full breasts, snow-white buttocks, and cleft.

Holding her naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands felt indescribably wonderful.

I played with them for a long time, sometimes squeezing them in the middle, sometimes trying to spread them apart, as if kneading two large white dough balls.

After playing for a while, I grabbed her round, fleshy mounds with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four hands.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, allowing me to admire my mother's anus.

My mother's back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked a few times, but her little anus remained tightly closed.

My loving mother seemed to understand my desire, turning around and looking at me affectionately, saying: "Ah Hao, do you want to insert into Mom's asshole, hmm?"

I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, but I also didn't want to lie.

After a moment's hesitation, Mom resolutely said, "Come on, let Mom give you a real first night on our wedding night." I was puzzled and at a loss.

Mom smiled charmingly, "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father penetrate me. I don't have a virgin's vagina to offer you anymore, so let me offer my first time in my anus to my Ah Hao." After saying that, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water. After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her fingers into her anus and poked around for a few moments before turning back to me with a deep look and saying, "Come on, my beloved son, deflower your wife."

Then, she leaned forward, raising her fair buttocks, and spread them apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, was incredibly tempting. Her two full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, also quite adorable.

I couldn't help but embrace my mother's beautiful buttocks, my penis hardening with excitement, slowly rubbing against the crevice between her white buttocks.

My mother's little anus writhed shyly under the stimulation of my penis, looking both charming and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and bringing my lips to lick it with my tongue.

"Don't kiss there," Mom gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling violently, her breasts shaking even more intensely, and a little bit of vaginal fluid seeping out from between her labia majora and minora.

It flowed into my mouth, a mature woman's flavor with a slightly salty and savory taste. This taste, emanating from the depths of my beloved mother's womb, excited me to

the point of a painful erection. I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks, frantically licking her delicate anus with my tongue, even pushing my tongue tip deep inside, constantly sending saliva into my mother's slightly blooming flower, fully lubricating her anus, preparing for penile insertion.

My mother's anus was spotless; my tongue couldn't detect any unpleasant taste. With the lubrication of my saliva, the area around her anus quickly became dripping with fluid.

My mother protested vehemently, but the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris hardened. It was clear that my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her.

My mother's body trembled violently, involuntarily emitting pleasurable moans, her hot vaginal fluid covering my face.

Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples visibly hard.

I licked my mother's anus with smacking sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs to part the thick, dark pubic hair, accurately touching her protruding clitoris. My fingertips teased the tender clitoris and labia.

My mother moaned louder, her vaginal fluids flowing freely and trickling down her thighs into the river.

I straightened up, grasped my thick penis, as large as the one my mother had given me, dipped it in the vaginal fluids, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's blooming anus, slowly pushing it inside.

My beloved mother let out a series of moans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward.

It was clear that the first time a large penis was inserted into my mother's anus, it was indeed making her uncomfortable.

Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my beloved mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt incredibly sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and gently comforted her: "Mom, if it's not good, let's stop. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than vaginal sex." My mother frowned in pain, twisting her body, but said to me: "It's okay. The first time your father took my virginity, it hurt much more than this.

Use more saliva, and I'll try to relax my anus so your baby can go in.

Good son, try again."

My mother placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little.

It was as if she was beckoning to me.

Seeing my mother's persistence, I had no choice but to obey.

I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus.

I tentatively launched another assault on my beloved mother's anus.

Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus.

But the moment my glans entered, the feeling of friction against the tender rectal flesh was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop.

I was filled with both love and excitement.

I lowered my head and repeatedly kissed my mother's smooth, bare back, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers into her clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly penetrate my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my thick, long penis was fully inserted into her round, pert buttocks. "

Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, my heart pounding with indescribable excitement.

My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles inside my mother's rectum; even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder with excitement.

"Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy," Mom said happily, reaching out to touch my testicles.

It seemed that Mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the pain of the first penetration seemed to have lessened a little.

So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my beloved mother, forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate, and began to tentatively thrust slowly.

Mother's breathing became rapid, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements.

My mother's once delicate and petite anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum undulated, yellowish fluid seeping from the crevice, looking extremely lewd.

I gradually quickened my pace, fully enjoying my mother's firm and bouncy buttocks.

The slapping sounds of my penis hitting her buttocks were exceptionally crisp in the night air.

After the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Each time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation.

Slowly, I heard her groans of pleasure, different from before.

Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me.

I gasped for breath, clenching my teeth, as if to release the resentment I felt for my mother's body being possessed by my father for so many years. My penis pounded harder and harder against my mother's naked, snow-white, plump buttocks.

Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she let out another painful whimper.

My mother clearly felt the pain my penis was inflicting, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still gripping and squeezing her two swaying breasts.

With a high-pitched shout, I desperately grabbed my mother's plump buttocks. In waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into my mother's anus, ejaculating a torrent of hot semen into her rectum.

After a long while, the limp penis slid out of my mother's lovely anus.

My mother felt a slight pain in her anus, and after touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of relief. Turning to me with satisfaction, she said, "I gave you my first time in my anus, which is my way of fulfilling my duty as your husband.

My body is yours alone; you can have it whenever you want." I lay on top of my mother, breathing softly, completely satisfied.

Under the moonlight, the semen and traces of blood from my mother's anus dripped into the river. The sight of my beloved mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and love.

I abruptly turned her body around, pulling my mother tightly into my arms, and showered her with another passionate kiss.

My mother responded, opening her red lips to gently suck on my tongue. Though silent, we could both feel the surging love within us.

In the babbling brook, we, mother and son, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly still.

Even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds in the quiet night sky. In the silent darkness, only the soft smacking sounds of our tongues sucking could be heard.

I don't know how long this went on, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vaginal muscles, became erect again.

I lifted my mother's legs, letting her straddle my waist, and walked into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

Using the buoyancy of the water, I cupped her buttocks with both hands, letting her hug my neck tightly. Leaning back, I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in, then began to pump forcefully.

Because of the buoyancy, this position helped my mother quickly reach orgasm, finally making up for my earlier roughness. We dried each other off and caressed each other for a long time before

getting up and heading home. It was already five in the morning when we arrived.

From then on, my mother wholeheartedly treated me as her husband, and the incestuous thoughts between us completely vanished.

We devoted ourselves entirely to each other, offering all our love and affection.

Whenever we had the chance, we would make love.

It was always my mother who initiated it; she had long suffered from unsatisfied sexual desire before our union, and now she was at the peak of her sexual urges. Except for her menstrual period, she always had a strong desire, which I found incredibly pleasurable. Every time I took off her underwear, without any prompting, her genitals were already wet.

This allowed my penis to move freely in and out of her vagina, igniting my sexual desire.

My mother told me that she herself found it strange; just thinking about me made her very aroused, and no one had ever excited her like that before.

I told her that perhaps it was God's special arrangement for our union, and she readily agreed. The harmony

of our sex life made my mother love me even more, and the sexual satisfaction I found in her made me love my wife and mother even more deeply.

We were like madmen; whenever our desire arose, we would immediately find a place to make love, without any scruples.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her.

My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high. I thrust into her vagina from behind.

My mother was completely unprepared; her vagina wasn't properly lubricated. I smeared some saliva on the head of my penis to lubricate it, so as not to hurt my beloved wife. "

Son, someone might come in,"

my mother whispered nervously, but I ignored her. Under extreme stimulation, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes.

As I left, I pulled up my mother's underwear, preventing her from wiping herself.

Although our affair went undiscovered, for the rest of the day, seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me. I knew my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master bedroom.

My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure.

I gently shook her awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, my mother came in. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, then tore off our clothes.

Son, Mom knows she's your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but by coming into my room like this, we're taking unnecessary risks.

Mom had barely uttered a few gentle protests when I kissed her, stripped her naked, and after playing with her breasts for a while, began to give her oral sex.

After licking her clitoris for only a short while, Mom was already soaking wet. I then climbed on top of her, thrusting my erection into her love nest, and spread her legs to vigorously pound her vulva.

My mother, her eyes tightly closed, fully enjoyed her husband's ministrations. Her beautiful, alluring breasts trembled silently against her chest with the piston-like movements of my penis in her vagina, swaying up and down—utterly adorable. I reached out and freely fondled and kneaded them.

A moment later, amidst the tremors of my mother's vagina, I ejaculated deep inside her.

After a long while, as she got up to leave me, she told me: "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was thrilled, but the next evening, my mother, with a smile on her face, came into my room with her bedding and said, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room.

Your father agreed, so from now on, my body is yours every night."

I hugged my beloved mother tightly, showering her face and body with kisses.

My excitement was indescribable.

Tonight, I could only express my joy and gratitude to my mother by letting her fully enjoy the incredibly pleasurable sex I gave her. For

the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to fully enjoy the pleasure of our incestuous sex.

Sometimes, we'd lie and say we were going out to do odd jobs, choosing a time when Mom was safe. We'd pack plenty of food and stay away for a few days, living in a cave or a deserted hut in a dense forest, indulging in the wild pleasures we'd tried before.

In the cave or hut, we wouldn't wear clothes for days, and we could have sex whenever we wanted.

In this environment, Mom was always unusually aroused; her vagina was always moist, her breasts erect, and her buttocks raised high.

Her moans of orgasm would rise and echo in the cave, further arousing my desire.

After each of my first orgasms, my penis remained hard as a steel rod, and I wouldn't pull out. I would continue thrusting until my beloved mother experienced multiple orgasms before finally sparingly ejaculating deep into her vagina.

My mother, who was experiencing unparalleled pleasure from my ministrations, would often take my still-dripping glans into her mouth, and under her loving gaze, she would carefully lick my thick penis clean with her fragrant tongue before letting me rest for a moment.

Sometimes, when I still couldn't ejaculate, my mother would patiently and delicately perform oral sex on me with her red lips or cup her full breasts to create cleavage for breast sex.

He tried every means to give me sexual pleasure.

The milky white semen became a delicious meal for my beloved mother, or she would smear it on her breasts, saying it was a wonderful lubricant.

Hearing that my semen had such wonderful uses, of course I was willing to ejaculate it as much as possible into my beloved mother's body.

My father never suspected anything about our frequent outings. In fact, he had long been an alcoholic and impotent. Even before my mother and I became engaged, he had already lost interest in sex. No wonder my mother gave herself to me so easily; my father played a part in it.

Now, alcohol was his only friend. I think he must be very happy about our outings; his nagging wife and son weren't home to bother him, so he could get thoroughly drunk.

And so, the days passed by in our blissful incestuous sex.

Under the protection of the gods, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she seemed to radiate youth again. My special moisturizer made her skin fair and her complexion rosy. My countless daily breast massages made her breasts, which had been somewhat sagging, firmer and more upright. Her buttocks became fuller and more lustrous from the impact of our intercourse. Her vagina, stimulated by the thrusting of my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could also open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen. I felt so much love for her, and anal sex with my beloved mother became our first choice for spiced sex.

Now, making love with my mother and wife is even more exhilarating.

Two years later, my younger sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him.

I also had a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn how to do business, hoping to earn more money to support my beloved wife and mother.

In the beginning, after leaving my hometown, every day felt like an eternity.

I never had or wanted any woman other than my mother in my life.

My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, was advised by someone to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me, help me with my life, and satisfy my physical needs.

We were reunited in Shanghai, and our passionate married life returned.

However, I was more careful. Every time I made love with my mother, I always had a condom ready. After all, Shanghai was not my hometown, and my mother's health was the most important thing.

Being heavily pregnant made traveling back and forth inconvenient.

After a year of this, each brief reunion with my beloved mother was followed by an even longer wait.

During my mother's few days in Lu, I took leave to stay with her, making love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant sexual activity with her son, was often exhausted, which worried me greatly.

So I told her not to come to Shanghai to visit me anymore, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit.

Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my mother,

news came that my father had been found dead from alcohol poisoning, his head smashed against a tiger statue. My mother and I weren't particularly saddened, but we felt somewhat lost.

However, this also meant that our hometown was no longer a place we were attached to.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved to Shanghai to live with me. Like a newlywed couple, we loved and cared for each other.

With less of the long journeys, my mother's health returned to normal, and she became more sexually active.

I was happy to have her by my side day and night.

Gradually, she became more accustomed to the vibrant atmosphere of the big city and became bolder in her sexuality, going from being hesitant to actively accepting my increasingly strong sexual desire.

When we were at home together, I would kiss her passionately, caress her breasts, and request various positions for intercourse whenever she wanted.

Sometimes, on a whim, I would lift her skirt and grab her snow-white, plump buttocks for a rougher act, which my mother also accepted with a smile.

During her periods without menstruation, we had intercourse at least three or four times a day.

Condoms were no longer necessary, as Mom said they affected our pleasure during sex.

I, of course, gladly obeyed my mother's loving wishes.

After three months of unprotected sex, Mom shyly told me one day that her period was late.

Then, during our anxious wait, she told me again that she, at thirty-six, was confirmed pregnant. We were both incredibly excited.

Especially knowing that my mother was carrying her own son's child, I felt extremely proud.

Watching my child grow day by day in my mother's womb, her face radiated the unique happiness of a pregnant woman.

The joy of becoming a father for the first time filled me with boundless happiness.

Of course, after my mother became pregnant, the frequency of our sex life decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, she tried her best to satisfy our sexual needs through back-to-back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex.

My mother's love for me during this difficult time made me feel deeply happy and responsible.

I also tried my best to take care of my pregnant mother, ensuring her safe passage through this difficult period

so that we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible.

Finally, nine months later, we had a healthy and lovely daughter.

With our first successful encounter, my mother's face radiated confident joy. She said she hoped to give me a son so that the Wang family could have an heir.

In subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible way to ensure that my semen was ejaculated inside her vagina without leakage.

With my mother's persistent efforts, our son was born when our daughter was one and a half years old.

Later, due to my outstanding performance at work, my company sent me to New Zealand on a business trip.

Using the money I had saved over the years and my connections abroad, I successfully applied for New Zealand citizenship, brought my beloved mother and children to live with me, and we settled in the beautiful and prosperous New Zealand.

Abroad, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one in the country doubted our true identities.

While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and lovely children; and every night, after they fell asleep in their crib, it was time for our intimate moments as mother and son lovers.

My mother's understanding and loving sexual intercourse is a nightly ritual for us, her son and my husband. She knows my love and infatuation with her body, and despite having two more children, she maintains a great figure and a normal sex drive even as she approaches forty.

This perfect nightly intercourse with my beloved mother is the best way for me to rejuvenate, forget my worries, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven.

Now, after several years of marriage, my loving mother is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness.

Every night, when I want her body and remove her nightgown, her pink nipples stand proudly erect, her pubic area is already glistening with moisture, and her labia are wide open, waiting for me—her beloved son's cherished treasure.

Of course, I wouldn't disappoint my loving mother's good intentions. I wouldn't go to sleep until we both reached orgasm.

Every night, after we showered together and dried each other off, we would return to our bedroom, lie naked, and caress each other.

Then, again and again, we would engage in that beautiful sexual act that we never tired of.

After my mother's high-pitched moans had echoed several times, and I had ejaculated deeply into her womb,

our spacious and comfortable bedroom would briefly return to peace.

[The End]

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Chapter One:

Every protagonist in a first-person novel has a name. Please call me Ah-Hao, or any name you prefer, as it is unimportant to the story I'm about to tell you.

This is a story about my beautiful and sexy mother, a story of love and sacrifice.

I was born in the 1970s in a small town in southern China, a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters. According to the older generation, the people there migrated from the Central Plains during the Southern Song Dynasty to escape war.

Because the surrounding area was inhabited by ethnic minorities, after centuries of development, although their main lifestyle was Han Chinese, they had also adopted many customs from the original inhabitants of the border regions. For example, newlyweds would go to a temple to worship a sturdy wooden stake painted in the shape of a tiger's head to pray for peace and children (I later learned from books that this was simply a remnant of primitive phallus worship), and the husband would give his new wife a silver necklace, and so on… My mother's name was Fang Min.

She lost the joys of girlhood at a very young age, learning to conceive and give birth.

My father seduced my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity, and that's how I came to be.

On their wedding night, my younger sister was born.

My father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist (most men in our hometown were like that).

After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, and my mother, me, and the rest of the family had to help him to bed.

However, even when he was drunk, he didn't beat or scold his family. Therefore, considering other factors, one could say he was actually quite good to his mother (at least compared to other families in town). And it was clear that his mother loved his father, or perhaps it was "a form of respect."

Nevertheless, I often sensed that my mother seemed a little depressed.

Of course, at that time, I didn't quite understand why.

Our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class compared to other families; my mother never needed to work to support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores.

Dad was always working in the mines, which naturally brought me closer to Mom. She often came to me for help when she needed it; and I, in turn, often tried to cheer her up.

It was clear Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the boredom of housework.

Dad always left early and came home late, almost always looking disheveled.

I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy working, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was actually quite lonely.

However, I believe my dad still loves my mom very much. They sometimes joke around or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married is very rare... practically nonexistent.

After graduating from high school (few people went to university back then), I started working and also found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family.

But as you can imagine, this meant I didn't have much time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy.

My life isn't anything special; sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not, just like any other ordinary person.

In the evenings, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew she loved having me with her… Over time, my mother and I became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine in her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that would have been vague concepts at my age.

When I turned sixteen, I began to look at my mother with a completely new perspective. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. My

mother had very black, thick, and long hair.

When she let her hair down, the flowing black strands cascaded down to her waist. She had a great figure, a slender, southern-style figure, and her eyes were still bright and expressive.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married.

She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional feminine virtues and beauty, was a very attractive woman to me.

So I started consciously seeking hugs from my mother and consciously praising her, complimenting her appearance, saying she was still a very beautiful woman.

These words usually made my mother blush, but she still accepted them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her soft, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, quickly climb onto her shoulder.

At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days when I took her to the movies, because she always picked out the films for us in advance.

After the movie, I liked to sit with my mother in a nearby park for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and say some playful and affectionate things to each other.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief.

After a moment, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?" My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out.

But then I thought, since I can't pretend it never happened, spilled water can't be taken back, so why not take it a step further?

"Mom, I'm sorry if what I said offended you.

But you know, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his age.

I love you very much, and I'm willing to do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don't hate me."

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Son, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was too lonely, so I sought your company, which led you astray."

"Mom, I didn't want this to happen either.

But since it happened, I'm still happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you."

"No! No way! You're my own son!" the mother retorted. "How can such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman."

"Mom, I can't care about anything else now. I've taken the risk, so be it.

It's already happened, and I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you.

Mom, for your own sake, can't you consider my... request carefully?" The mother remained silent for a long while, and then two clear tears quietly slid down her alabaster face.

Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt a pang of guilt. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. At that moment, she whispered, "Son, we should go home."

After this incident, our relationship cooled considerably.

Despite my repeated pleas, she refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should go with a girl my age.

I could see that she was suffering just as much as I was.

As the days passed, she became increasingly withdrawn and quiet. When my father noticed her change and asked why she wouldn't go to the movies with me, she simply shook her head and asked why he didn't take her.

Dad said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off, so it's better for you to rest at home."

Of course, he drank as usual that day.

Then, Mom raised her voice, as if she said something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, everyone else in the house was out (Dad, sister), and I begged Mom again.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded.

I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse and gently rested her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I was so happy that I hugged her tighter, indicating to her that with her consent, our previous relationship was over, and we had entered a new chapter.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning against my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, gazing into my mother's eyes, staring intently into their depths, and said in a calm tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you."

Then, I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.

After that, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; and unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless.

My sister noticed and jokingly asked her why she was so fidgety. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son. My sister laughed at me,

calling me a sissy, still clinging to my mother even at this age.

I mumbled that as long as my mother was happy, I was willing to stick to her forever.

Chapter Two

. That Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit.

Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. The clothes, though not very tight, worked beautifully, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips.

With light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty.

On the way to the cinema, Mom was the focus of every man's attention in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return.

After watching the movie, we went to our usual park, where the temperature was quite cool.

Quietly, my mother gazed at me and said softly, "Son, I want to thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful night."

I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

Hearing me say such a blatant thing, my mother smiled, but her face also flushed. She whispered, "Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother."

At that moment, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes."

As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and the intensity of my heartbeat—if there were a device to measure it—would definitely exceed 120 beats per minute.

Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I am married to your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I think he neglects you too much, and I think you're unhappy.

Mom! Give me a chance, your son will make you happy!" My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She

didn't specify which one of us. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Was my mother, like me, unable to control her own feelings? "Mom, I'm sorry, but you're just so beautiful. I couldn't control myself. Many times, I felt like a beast. But I still hope, I hope you're not my mother, so that I might be able to... feel more... I might..." Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment. But Mom didn't seem disgusted by this confession; on the contrary... she seemed a little pleased. I

could definitely feel that in my heart, and I was certain Dad had never said anything like that to Mom.

Like a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and softly said, "Son, I'm so happy you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?" I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms,

saying, "Yes, Mom, you're really beautiful, very sexy." Unable to resist the urge to kiss her, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but passively leaned against my chest, her body stiffening slightly.

I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger.

Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion, pressing her lips against mine.

At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally managed to breach a crack in my mother's defenses.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm, red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and kissing her passionately for a while.

Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment.

My mother suddenly turned her head away and whispered, "We should go home, son..." We drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I secretly caught a glimpse of a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, halfway back, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, braked, and kissed my mother, who was speechless with shock. At the same time, I reached out and kneaded her full, round breasts through her clothes.

It was the first time a man other than her husband had touched her breasts. My mother trembled violently, pushed me away forcefully, and gasped, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

Clearly, my mother still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity.

However, ignoring her objections, I took advantage of the cramped space in the car and forced myself upon her, kissing her hesitant red lips again, silencing her words. At the same time, my right hand climbed onto my mother's chest and began to knead her breasts.

The breasts of a mature woman felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity.

My mother's initial struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

After a while, my mother suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, "Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom,"

I replied meaningfully, noticing my mother's slightly trembling shoulders.

When I got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep.

As usual, Dad was probably drunk again.

Before I even reached the living room downstairs, I hugged Mom and kissed her passionately.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else."

Softly, I replied firmly, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world. I want to keep kissing you like this.

Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I'm your father's wife, and no matter what his flaws are, I still wear the collar he gave me..." "But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think it's hurting anyone."

"Son, what if someone gets woken up? What if we get found out?" We were at an impasse in the living room when suddenly I had an idea. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk already; he won't know where you've been."

After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But to my surprise, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demands.

"Go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and be right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. Just before my patience gave way, the door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father's drunk again."

I knew it; I detected a hint of disgust in her voice. This was my perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this,"

my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't want to betray your father!" "I know, Mom. Trust me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens, I'll always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton bra.

My hands, trembling, explored my mother's entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes caressing her rounded buttocks. I reached for her chest, trying to unbutton her blouse. For a moment, her body stiffened, but then relaxed.

"Son, Mom is so scared..." "Mom, don't be afraid. I'm all grown up now. I'll protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you,"

my mother said shyly, then pressed herself against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, your son loves you."

Afraid she might suddenly change her mind, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, simultaneously showering her with kisses to give her no chance to back out.

With her shirt off, her full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple white bra, rose and fell with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter.

I took a deep breath and focused my attention on her bra, this time reaching behind her back.

My mother resisted weakly, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!" "Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish.

Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pay respects."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus stopping her resistance.

Suddenly, my mother's high, firm breasts pressed against my chest. The novel stimulation made me groan softly, instinctively reaching out to knead them, causing my mother to let out a series of soft moans beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood. I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her pink nipples. In just a moment, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you... but I don't care.

Mom, your son wants to make love to you."

I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wonderful feeling my brother and I had experienced years ago when we were conceived there.

After repeated intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel joy, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me.

I licked away the beads of sweat on my mother's skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, which made my mother let out a joyful moan that was almost a cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, and very soft, with a wonderful feel to them.

Following the curve of her beautiful legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt my mother's panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton.

I passionately kissed and sucked on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses, her whole body relaxing, and without realizing it, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most private parts to me. It

was truly unbelievable.

My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her.

Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt for the cleft of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it, and soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face inside.

Now, the vulva I had longed for exuded an intoxicating, mature fragrance, separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton fabric.

"Mom, your son has come to pay his respects to you."

I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva through the rough cotton fabric, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her lips, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva, and sucking the honeyed fluid that seeped out through the fabric.

Under this stimulation, my mother weakly twisted her delicate body.

Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down, a movement that made her body shudder.

"Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..." "Mom, I've told you, I love you.

I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable."

"But what if we get found out..." my mother said. "As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know.

Mom, we'll be very careful, and then no one will know."

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and bright eyes, and finally kissing her lips again.

This time, my mother softened in my arms and began to kiss me back, our tongues intertwining.

I reached down and pulled at my mother's last remaining clothing. This time, my mother did not resist.

When I threw the underwear on the ground, my mother instinctively reached up to cover her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze.

I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hand away, gazing at the lush, dark thicket of hair, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration.

My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me.

I caressed my mother's vulva, while gently biting her full breasts, a finger slipping into her wet opening.

Even in my most alluring erotic dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her mons pubis like this.

Her vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs, kissing her sweet lips, then moving upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair.

During this process, Fang Min…my dear mother, kept moaning with pleasure, immersed in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue parted her sweet lips, inhaling her alluring feminine scent. I raised my head to admire the seductive scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—that was where my mother urinated.

Ignoring the strong smell, I became completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, and then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina.

When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals.

The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I continued to stimulate her clitoris; her genitals were overflowing with fluid, and I immersed my fingers in the slippery nectar.

Finally, a suppressed, sharp scream escaped her lips as her snow-white body arched, then began to convulse.

I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, delighted to know that I had brought my mother to orgasm.

After a while, Mom, panting, rubbed her firm breasts against my chest. With a shy smile, she whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life."

"Mom, do you know? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my long-held dream."

"Son, tell me the truth, do you really think Mom is beautiful?" "Of course, more beautiful than any movie star."

With tears in her eyes, Mom gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva.

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if to silently express her agreement, my mother spread her thighs to both sides and placed my penis at her hole.

I stared into the depths of her eyes, and my mother pushed me inside her.

"Well! Son..." For a boy of this age, my penis is very big and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot meat shaft under my thrust.

Mom raised her lower body so that the entire length of my penis reached the depths of her vagina.

Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the inner wall muscles wrap around my penis like a vice.

I pulled out, then slid in again, and then pumped like crazy. Mom also rocked her hips and waist with the same passionate rhythm to meet the thrusting movement, and my penis was quickly soaked with love juice.

We, mother and son, worked together like a machine made for love. Every time I inserted it, my mother stood up straight to accommodate her, with her plump breasts swinging in a sexy parabola. Every time, I felt the head of my glans press against her cervix, and my mother began to gasp more and more rapidly.

I went crazy like this for about fifteen minutes. My mother became stiff again. At the same time, she clasped my buttocks with her hands and inserted her fingers hard. The penis in her vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm and tender flesh.

I felt a tightness in my lower body; for the first time in my life, I ejaculated my virgin semen back into my mother's body.

One ejaculation after another, a considerable amount, and soon my penis felt the semen begin to flow back.

And so, my mother and I remained intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside my mother's vagina, and I gently thrust in and out.

This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted much longer, finally reaching orgasm together again.

The long night, for us, mother and son, felt far too short.

After our last intimate moment, Mom whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so big. Your father and I have never experienced anything like this before.

Ah! I've almost forgotten when I last felt this happy."

Mom's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man.

My first time with Mom was more fulfilling for her than all her previous marriages with Dad.

"Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!" "Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm Mom has ever had."

Mom confessed to me again, kissed me goodbye, and said, "My good son, Mom should go back now. I think neither of us wants anyone to have any doubts!" Mom and I kissed for a while longer, said some sweet words, and she stood up and wiped herself clean.

"Mom, can you leave me these panties?" I asked softly.

Mom was silent for a moment, then asked me with a little unease, "As a memento of our first time?" I nodded quickly.

"I promise you, but you have to keep them safe."

So, Mom put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room.

That night, my mother and I made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing my mother's underwear against my face as I drifted off to sleep.

Even in my dream, all I could hear was my mother's sweet, almost weeping cries.

Chapter Three

: But when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like fog.

When the family sat around the table for breakfast, my mother was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me but also avoided eye contact.

I felt like I was in an ice cellar, yet I still refused to give up. So, while my father and sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear soaked with my mother's juices, waiting quietly.

Not long after, the door opened, and my mother walked in as I had hoped.

Seeing the underwear in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment. Her voice trembled as

she said, "Son, we can't repeat last night's mistake." Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night was indeed very enjoyable, and I will always remember everything we had. But I am, after all, a married woman.

Son, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms, "I love you! You know you love me too. Give your son a chance!" I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head away, broke free from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son."

My mother's eyes were filled with tears as she whispered, "Just because you're my son."

"Mom!" I cried out as she was about to leave my room, "I won't stop loving you, and I'll continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down my mother's face, but she still left me. From that moment on, our relationship cooled. It was clear that her decision was painful for her, but her resolve remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort proved futile. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship.

My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could reach, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our birth charts were compatible; if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I was in great pain because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly push me away from her.

In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother,

and the engagement date was set. Then, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she became like a jealous woman, criticizing me even for the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away to someone else?" My mother wouldn't admit it, but when I pointed out her recent changes and said it was her lover's jealousy, she fell silent and went into her room, not coming out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, thinking that my mother was probably trying to comfort me, and I nodded and said, "Mom, that's great."

I don't know how I got through the next few days, looking forward to Sunday every day.

When the long-awaited day finally arrived, my mother dressed up carefully for our outing. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After watching the movie, we went back to our private spot. I hugged Mom again, and she didn't resist. We started kissing passionately.

My hands began to roam all over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited.

We were intimate for about an hour before returning home. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room. I'm going to check on your dad,"

Mom said softly.

When she went into the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed.

Mom turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son began a long-awaited, passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly stripped my mother of her clothes, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. I held her round buttocks in my arms and kissed her genitals passionately, bringing her to orgasm.

Then, I climbed on top of her, letting her hold my rock-hard penis, and guided it to her entrance. With a thrust, it easily entered her already wet vagina.

I gripped my mother's round buttocks and fucked her hard.

With each penetration, she would throw her head back and moan with abandon.

We rolled around on the bed, sometimes my mother on top, sometimes me on top. After a long while, I finally ejaculated inside my mother's warm vagina.

This time, Mom also reached her climax; I had never seen her with such a satisfied smile.

"Son, you're amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to pressure me into marriage?" I asked her, a little uneasy.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date gets closer, Mom can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world." "

Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's. Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second,"

Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than you love Daddy?" I asked, embracing my mother again, kneading her round, firm breasts until they swelled, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, my mother murmured, "Ah, son, I respect your father…my husband, but I don't love him.

After being with you, I learned what love is. My dear son, I want to be your wife. I feel so happy in your arms."

Hearing these words from my beloved mother's lips, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad.

You are mine. I want to possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you like this forever."

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was completely buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump white buttocks up and down.

"Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. Your dad and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together." "

Of course, I know."

Holding Mom's mature buttocks, I thrust hard, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed.

Suddenly, my mother's tongue intertwined with mine like a madwoman. Then, in the throes of orgasm, her whole body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew she had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting vigorously.

Her beautiful, full body trembled with each stroke, her breasts and buttocks swaying wildly.

As waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally cried out, and at the same time, my penis plunged into her womb, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling her womb, the place where she was meant to bear children, with the seed of our incestuous love.

After our passionate encounter, we embraced, my mother's genitals still connected to mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, she took my penis into her mouth and began giving me oral sex. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated again.

Without disgust, this time my mother smiled sweetly as she swallowed all of her son's semen.

The next day, my mother and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver wedding necklace. No one knew that I was going to marry my beloved mother.

I also bought a wedding dress for my mother, and of course, I bought one for myself.

Chapter Four

. Another week passed. My mother chose an auspicious day, and in the dead of night, when no one knew, my mother and I secretly went to the town's temple.

My mother wore her bright red wedding dress with gold trim, looking incredibly beautiful; I also wore my new clothes.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the necklace my father had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had made for her on her head, marking that from this moment on, my mother was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger.

After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You've given me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I'm not only your mother, but also your wife."

"Mom, now that you're my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?" My mother blushed slightly and nodded shyly.

Then, I said to her, "Amin, tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little baby."

My mother buried her head in my chest and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's primary responsibility as a good wife is to bear a child for her husband.

I'm happy to have children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!" That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly.

Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible.

Finally, I dressed, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to a nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid her down, and spread out her bright red phoenix-patterned dress.

The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, even shimmering with a soft, pearly glow, clearly visible.

Although my mother and I had been intimate many times, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother… this woman who had become my wife.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up.

My mother's breasts weren't large or perky, but rather gracefully curved across her chest. I felt incredibly lucky to have such a woman as my mother.

I lifted her into the water and let her stand, scooping water to wash her lower body.

Afterward, I let her wash herself while I swam around her for a while. Gradually, watching her beautiful figure, I became excited again and quietly swam behind her.

The water just reached the middle of her thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and my mother gasped in surprise. Then, realizing it was me, she quieted down and let me caress her two snow-white buttocks.

After playing for a while, I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself to admire my mother's back door.

Her back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked it a few times, but her little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

I stood up and had my mother straddle my waist, walking into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

I held my mother's forearms, making her lean back, and my penis slid in, and I began to thrust again.

Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to bring my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together.

My mother always initiated it; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire and always had a strong urge. Every time I took off her underwear, her genitals were already soaking wet.

My mother told me that just thinking about me made her very wet, and no one had ever excited her like this.

Sometimes, we were like madmen; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her.

My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and had sex with her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in,"

my mother whispered, but I ignored her and continued until we both reached orgasm.

As I left, I pulled up my mother's underwear, preventing her from wiping herself.

Although our affair went undiscovered, for the rest of the day, seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing that my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master bedroom.

My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket covering her slipping off her body, revealing her extremely sexy figure.

I gently shook my mother awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, my mother came in, and I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, then began to undress us.

"Son, I know I'm your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger,"

my mother protested. But I kissed her, stripped her naked, and started giving her oral sex.

Soon, she was wet, and I climbed on top of her, penetrated her, and began to have sex with her.

Later, when she left me, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was excited, but the next night, my mother came into my room with a smile on her face and her bedding, saying, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room.

Your father agreed, so from now on, I'm yours every night."

I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses.

Mom, from now on, we can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to fully enjoy the passion of our incestuous sex.

Sometimes, we'd simply spend two days away from home, making love like wild beasts in some cave or dense forest.

My father never suspected our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful son.

In fact, I think he was quite happy; with his nagging wife and son gone, he could drink himself into a stupor without worry.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him.

Meanwhile, I had a great opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business. If I did well, I might even be able to go abroad someday.

Far from home, I once sadly thought my relationship with my mother was over. However, the bond between mother and son was deep. My mother, who had never left our hometown in the southwest, actually learned to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help take care of my life.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but when news came from our hometown that my father had died of alcohol poisoning and had been found dead by crashing his head against a tiger statue, my mother and I felt lost and bewildered. However, this also meant that we were no longer bound by any ties.

My mother officially moved in with me, and we lived together like newlyweds, relying on each other for support.

I was also very happy. Having experienced the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in her sexuality, readily accepting my vigorous desires and my passionate kisses, caresses, and even my rough, unrestrained style of lifting her skirt, grabbing her buttocks, and having sex with me at least twice a day.

Three weeks after we started living together, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come.

Then came the anxious waiting we both endured. When she told me again that she was confirmed to be pregnant, we were both extremely excited.

For the rest of the days, watching my mother move around with my child inside her, her face radiant with the happiness unique to pregnant women, especially now that she was carrying my child—her own son—I felt incredibly proud.

Nine months later, we had a lovely eldest daughter.

This was our new family member; the family we had before seemed like a distant, separate world to us.

With our first success, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me.

After my eldest son was born, my company sent me abroad.

With the money I had saved over the years, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing my family to settle overseas.

Having severed all ties with the past, my mother and I became a true couple, and no one doubted our relationship.

While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children; and every night, when they fell asleep in their crib, it was our happy time together.

My mother remained as gentle, sensitive, and understanding as ever. Whenever I took off her underwear, her snow-white buttocks were already soaked with her sweet juices, awaiting her beloved son's pampering.

After showering and drying each other off, we would return to our bedroom and, again and again, engage in that tireless, tender lovemaking.

————————–Another version: The mother, Fang Min, was in her early thirties, a beautiful and kind woman.

She lost her girlhood at a very young age, becoming pregnant and giving birth, living the life of a wife and mother.

My father seduced and raped my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity and making her pregnant with me.

A year after their marriage, my younger sister was born. My

father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist.

After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed.

However, even when he was drunk, he didn't beat or scold his family. Therefore, considering other factors, it could be said that he was actually quite good to his mother. And it was clear that his mother loved his father too. However, I often sensed a slight melancholy in her eyes.

Of course, during that period, I didn't understand why my mother was unhappy.

Compared to other families, our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class. My mother never needed to work to support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with housework.

My father was always at the mine, which gave me more time to spend with my mother.

She often came to me for help; and I, in turn, would try my best to make her happy.

I could tell that Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the burden of housework and the loneliness she felt when Dad wasn't home.

Dad always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk.

I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage; most of the time, he was either busy with chores, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was often very lonely.

However, I believed that Dad still cared about Mom. Sometimes they would joke around or tease each other, but most of the time they were quiet and reserved when they were together.

After graduating from high school, I started working and also found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family.

However, this also meant I didn't have time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy.

My life wasn't particularly special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew my mother loved having me with her. Over time, we became very close; she would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that at my age should have been just vague notions of relationships between men and women.

When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother has long, jet-black hair.

When she lets it down, it cascades down to her waist like a black waterfall.

She has a well-proportioned figure, full breasts, and captivating, bright eyes. Her skin is delicate and fair. Although she has had two children, she still possesses an alluring waist and shapely hips.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married.

She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in life: her two children, especially me, whom she loved dearly.

My mother is a woman who greatly attracts me.

So, when no one was around, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch my mother's body, consciously praising her figure and complimenting her appearance, saying that even with us, her two children, she was still a very charming woman.

These compliments usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go out to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her soft, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't paying attention, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder.

At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew Mom was really looking forward to the day I took her to the movies. After the movie, I liked to sit with Mom in a small park nearby for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, Mom said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to marry another woman. I just want to be with you forever." Mom was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief.

After a while, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance.

I felt incredibly guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. Her unusually full breasts pressed against my cheeks, making my heart race. My mother whispered, "Son, let's go home."

After this incident, my mother refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should find a girl my age to go with.

This Tuesday, with everyone else at home out, I begged my mother again.

Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded.

I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning on my shoulder.

I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender and lovely neck and earlobe, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to my mother's lips.

My mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; but unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back and occasionally kiss her full lips.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless.

My sister noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son.

On Sunday evening, my mother wore a very sexy outfit.

Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. Although the clothes weren't very tight, they worked well, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. Her figure, though nearing forty, was still beautifully accentuated.

With light makeup, she looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty.

On the way to the cinema, my mother was the center of attention for all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder in return.

I kissed her cheek from time to time.

After the movie, we went to our usual park. It was cooler outside.

My mother nestled into my arms.

A feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

My mother's soft hands gently caressed my cheeks. She cupped my face and whispered, "I'm so happy I have such a loving son." I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, holding her tightly.

Unable to contain my passion, I suddenly leaned down and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but simply leaned against me, her body trembling slightly.

I kissed her delicate lips passionately, my joy and possessiveness rising higher and higher.

Suddenly, Mom opened her tightly closed teeth, her fragrant tongue darting out and passionately intertwining with mine.

Overjoyed, I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva in large gulps.

My excited tongue roamed freely in her mouth.

Mom couldn't help but gasp softly in my frenzied kisses.

Seizing this opportunity, I made my move, passionately kissing the beautiful woman in my arms, my own mother.

From her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, to her snow-white breasts, her translucent earlobes, and then back to my mother's warm, red lips, I teased her delicate tongue, playing with it wantonly.

I tried my hand at it, exploring territories my mother had never been touched by my father.

Perhaps my mother had never been kissed like this before, and her desire was slowly ignited.

She went from being passive to responding with the same passion, kissing me back.

And so, we held each other in a passionate kiss for a long time.

Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

The passion in our hearts lingered long afterward.

My mother suddenly turned her head and whispered, "We should go home." I reluctantly drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder.

Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips.

My passion reignited, and I decided to take an even bolder step.

I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, braked, and, facing my mother's astonished expression, once again passionately kissed her delicate lips. At the same time, I resolutely reached out and tentatively kneaded her breasts—the breasts that had nurtured me as an infant and were still full and round—through her clothes.

The mother, with years of marital experience, knew what was to come when a man, especially her own son, suddenly caressed her breasts. She couldn't accept it, her body trembling violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son, we're mother and son, you can't do this!"

However, I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her with my tongue. At the same time, my right hand slipped inside her clothes, lifting her bra and vigorously kneading her full breasts.

Her mature breasts felt wonderful, two heavy mounds of flesh twisting into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity.

Her nipples slowly hardened under the intense stimulation of my hands. Feeling the long-awaited sexual stimulation, my mother's initial resistance and struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

I played with my mother's breasts for quite a while, and just as I was about to advance towards her lower body,

she suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and commanded: "Son, we should go home."

Looking at my mother's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling shoulders, I reluctantly agreed, still wanting more.

When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep.

As usual, I figured my father was probably drunk again.

So before I even reached the living room downstairs, I grabbed my mother and started kissing her passionately on the lips.

At first, she protested, "Don't do that, you'll wake everyone else." "

Mom, we're just kissing," I said. "What if someone gets woken up? What if we get discovered?" Suddenly, an idea struck me. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he won't know where you are." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought she was going to turn and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable request. "

You go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and then come right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. The door opened gently, and my mother entered, closing it softly behind her. She sighed softly, "Son, your father has drunk too much again.

I don't think we should do this.

" She sighed again, "I don't want to betray your father."

She sighed softly, standing beside me with a look of sorrow and longing as she gazed at her familiar yet suddenly estranged son.

Her expression overwhelmed me; I instinctively embraced her, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her passionately.

She returned my kisses.

I knew that from tonight, my mother would become my world's... My dearest lover.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton bra.

My hands frantically tried to explore her entire body, sometimes kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples, sometimes caressing her round, beautiful buttocks from behind. Slowly, my mother's body relaxed under my continued caresses. "

Son, Mom is so scared," she still hesitated. "

Mom, don't be afraid, your son has grown up now. I will love you well," Mom said, pressing herself against my strong chest and gently kissing her son's cheek.

Trembling, I unbuttoned my mother's blouse and quickly ripped it off, kissing her lips even more passionately at the same time. With the blouse gone, my mother's full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple cotton bra, swayed with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter.

I took a deep breath and reached behind my mother's back to unhook the bra. For the first time, my mother's mature, full breasts were fully revealed before my eyes—full, round, and firm, with small, pink, tempting nipples. A wave of the mature woman's fragrance wafted

towards me . My mother didn't resist my actions; she just whispered, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far." I pressed my lips to hers, stopping her final hesitation. I hugged her tightly, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples stimulating my sexual nerves. I let out a soft moan and instinctively reached out to grasp and rub them. In no time, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas, so cute and alluring. Suddenly, childhood memories flooded back, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss those pink nipples forcefully, occasionally sticking out my tongue to gently lick them and lightly biting and sucking them with my teeth. My mother's body writhed beneath me as I teased her, emitting soft moans and groans. I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wondrous sensation of my sister and I being conceived within her years ago. With each intimate touch, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously thrusting her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from her skin, savoring the slightly salty taste, which elicited a near-crying moan of pleasure from her beneath me. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft, and felt wonderful to the touch. Following the curve of her beautiful legs, my hand gradually moved up to the base of my mother's thighs. There, I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of white cotton. I focused intently on kissing and sucking on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body completely relaxed, and without realizing it, she slightly parted her legs, revealing her most intimate genitals to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt the opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Before long, the white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid. I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face between her legs. Now, my mother's vulva, which I had longed for for so long, was so close to me, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance. It was partially obscured by a thin layer of cotton fabric, with a few alluring pubic hairs occasionally peeking through. I took a deep breath, buried my face between my mother's legs, and recklessly licked my mother's vulva through her panties, admiring the beautiful sight of my beloved mother's genitals. My tongue pushed the tip of my tongue between my mother's panties and sucked hard on the honeyed fluid that kept seeping out through the fabric. Stimulated by my tongue, Mom twisted her body violently. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down sharply, a movement that made her shudder. She pushed my head away forcefully, trying to hold onto her last line of defense: I kissed her fragrant black hair, her bright eyes, and finally kissed her lips again. This time, Mom went limp in my arms, and then began to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other. Seeing that the time was ripe, I reached down again and pulled off my mother's last piece of clothing. This time, my mother offered no resistance. Only in the instant her genitals were exposed did she instinctively reach out to cover her inner thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hands away, gazing at that lush, dark forest, the pink, trembling flesh of her vulva. I felt as if I were in a dream. My mother shyly turned her face away, and I seized the opportunity to leave my first lip print on my beloved mother's clitoris and labia. My mother trembled and straightened up, her full breasts thrusting out, and gently kissed my head. I rubbed my mother's clitoris with my hand while gently biting her full breasts and pink nipples, my fingers sliding into her already wet vagina. It all felt like a dream. My mother's vagina was incredibly wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her labia majora, then teasingly biting her clitoris. Stimulated by my full-body stimulation, Fang Min, my dear mother, moaned incessantly, immersed in the overwhelming pleasure her own son was giving her. After kissing for a while, I parted her lips with my tongue, inhaling her alluring feminine scent, and occasionally lifted my head to admire the seductive beauty of her genitals. I parted my mother's labia with my fingers and saw a small pink opening above her vaginal opening; it turned out to be where she urinated. My mother's genitals emitted a rich, alluring scent of a mature woman, completely captivating me. I gently licked every inch of her vulva several times with the tip of my tongue, then inserted my tongue into her vagina and scraped and licked the vaginal walls, especially the labia minora around her vulva. My face was covered in the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother's passion, which greatly aroused me. Every time my tongue moved to my mother's most sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust rapidly, while still continuously sucking and kissing her clitoris. The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I relentlessly stimulated her clitoris; her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking my fingers in the slippery nectar. I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of my mother's vagina, increasing the number of fingers from one to two. Finally, with a suppressed, sharp scream, my mother arched her snow-white body and began to convulse. I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, delighted to know that I had brought my mother to orgasm. After a while, my mother stood up and hugged me tightly, rubbing her firm breasts against my chest. She breathed shyly and whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." My mother gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist labia. I closed my eyes, my swollen glans touching my mother's wet opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her. As if silently expressing her consent, my mother spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis at her entrance. I gazed into the depths of her eyes; my mother's eyes were full of love. I knew she had decided to give herself completely to me. Finally, my mother aligned my penis with her vaginal opening, and I smoothly inserted myself into her. With a suppressed moan of pleasure from my mother, I finally returned to the place where she gave birth to me and raised me, and I was immersed in unparalleled happiness. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and I desperately wanted to thrust, but I wanted to prolong this hard-won moment of happiness. Because I knew that when you want sex too much, you often ejaculate prematurely after penetration.

I want to insert it into my mother's body and calm down for a while before pumping it out. I will insert my hard penis deeply into the deepest part of my mother's vagina every time, so that she can feel the super sexual pleasure she has never experienced when having sex with her father. She will need me even more in the future and can't live without me.

And for a boy of my age, my penis is very long and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot cock under my thrust.

At this time, my mother also tried her best to straighten her lower body to meet my penis, so that the root of my penis could reach the depth of my vagina.

Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the muscles in the vaginal wall wrap around my penis like a vice.

Makes me feel comfortable.

I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her feel at ease, so I used my imagination. I imagined my mother, lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman who looked like her that I had always wanted to rape. So I grabbed my mother's buttocks, thrust my penis forward, and began to pump forcefully, each time making the base of my penis slam against my mother's... As I thrust into her clitoris, my mother gradually forgot her restraint and began to moan with pleasure. Her hands started to gently caress my naked back. I was excited by my incestuous maternal love and thrust even harder. Especially when my mother lifted her buttocks and crossed her legs behind me, gripping my buttocks, I knew she wanted me to penetrate her deeper.

I thrust in and out of my mother's body, occasionally kissing her breasts and licking her nipples with my tongue. I felt an overwhelming excitement. My mother hugged me tighter and often raised her hips to receive my penis's thrusts. I straightened my legs, tensing every nerve in my body, which made my penis even harder. I hugged my loving mother tightly and intercourse with my mother harder and harder. After working hard for more than ten minutes, my mother let out a cry and her whole body stiffened. At the same time, she clasped my hips with her hands and dug her fingers hard into my back. The penis in the vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm tender flesh. The penis could clearly feel the rhythmic contraction of the walls of my mother's vagina. One or two times, I knew Mom had reached her climax, but I didn't stop thrusting. My penis, still clamped between her legs, continued to push in. I felt a warm sensation on the head of my penis; I knew it was Mom's vaginal fluid overflowing. Mom's tongue slipped into my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue. I felt every cell in my body expand. Then, my penis tightened... A surge of heat rose from my feet, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread through my glans. I thrust a few more times, and gushes of hot semen shot into my mother's vagina. My body was weak and aching; I collapsed onto my mother, panting heavily, motionless. Soon, I felt the semen begin to flow back out.

And so, my mother and I intertwined, caressing each other, savoring the afterglow of our orgasms.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside her, and I gently began to thrust.

This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted much longer, finally reaching orgasm together again.

That night, my mother and I made love four times. After our last passionate encounter, my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, yours is so big and amazing! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this before."

My mother had almost forgotten when she last felt this happy.

I'm so grateful that my mother, in her thirties, can still enjoy such pleasure. Her praise filled me with a sense of pride as a man.

My first time with my mother was more satisfying for her than all the times she had ever had sex with my father since their marriage.

No wonder Mom no longer liked Dad; he could no longer give her orgasms. I was secretly quite pleased with myself. I kissed Mom for a while longer, saying some sweet words. She stood up and wiped herself clean.

Mom put on her bra and clothes, then quietly left my room.

The next day, when I woke up, everything from the night before seemed to have vanished like fog. It

was as if nothing had happened. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only not speaking to me but also avoiding eye contact.

While Dad and my sister left for work and school, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white panties soaked with Mom's juices, quietly waiting.

Not long after, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped.

Seeing the underwear in my hand, her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat last night's mistake."

Last night's feeling had indeed made me very happy, and Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman, your biological mother.

And you will get married and have children to carry on our family line.

We can't make the same mistake again.

I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, broke free from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son."

"My mother whispered, tears welling in her eyes, 'Just because you're my son.'

Tears streamed down her face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. It was clear her decision was painful for her. Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship.

My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible; if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt incredibly pained because the only woman I loved was my mother, but she..." She cruelly pushed me away from her.

In the end, I chose a girl because, in my opinion, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

With the appearance of this future daughter-in-law

, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me became different from before, like a jealous woman. Even for the smallest mistake I made, my mother would scold me.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said: "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" For this outing, my mother had dressed up carefully. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After watching the movie, we went back to our private spot. I hugged Mom again, and she didn't resist. We started kissing passionately. My

hands roamed all over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited.

We kissed for about an hour before reluctantly parting.

When we got home, just like last time, Dad and my sister were already asleep. "Wait

for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad,"

Mom said softly.

When she went into the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed.

Mom turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son shared a long-awaited passionate kiss.

I roughly ripped off my mother's clothes, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. I lovingly played with and sucked her full breasts for a long time.

I tightly embraced her round buttocks, spread her legs, and frantically licked her clitoris and labia. When my mother's vaginal fluids were plentiful, I frantically thrust my fingers into her vagina. Just as I was about to bring her to orgasm, I flipped over and straddled her, gripping my rock-hard penis against her vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, my penis easily penetrated deep into her already wet vagina.

I grasped my mother's round buttocks and pounded into her hard.

Knowing this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I thrust in with all my might, all the way in.

My mother let me play with her body as I pleased, responding to my every move. With each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement.

We made love passionately on the bed, and I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong the intercourse, fully enjoying the pleasure of our mother-son union.

At this moment, we were completely uninhibited, wanting to enjoy the sexual pleasure each other's bodies brought us in every way possible.

Sometimes my mother straddled me, actively responding to my thrusts; sometimes I climbed behind her, penetrating her vagina in an animalistic manner, and playing with her breasts.

We kept changing positions, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally unleashed my hot semen into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

My mother, moaning softly, also reached orgasm at the same time, her face filled with a long-lost, satisfied smile. "

Son, you're amazing!"

my mother couldn't help but praise me. "

Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her, a little uneasy.

"Son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date draws closer, Mom is becoming more and more overwhelmed, almost going crazy. I know I'm jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

"My love for you is no longer just a mother's love for her son, but also the love for a lover. I will never let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom

murmured.

I hugged her again, kneading her round, jade-like breasts, letting her full mounds gradually swell, then kissed her swollen nipples.

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over onto me, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, swaying her plump buttocks up and down. "

Son, this is wonderful.

But our union must be a secret between us, mother and son. Your father and your sister cannot know, otherwise we can never be together."

Gazing at my mother, panting softly, my eyes filled with boundless, infatuated love,

I gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust vigorously, from slow to fast, from deep to shallow, until I was fully inside her vagina, her juices flowing freely, yet I felt no urge to ejaculate.

Ten minutes passed, then an hour. Suddenly, my mother trembled, her body leaning forward onto me.

Her lips pressed quickly against mine, her tongue entwining with mine frantically, and soft moans escaped her lips.

I knew she was close to climax, so I quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began to thrust rapidly inside her vagina.

My beautiful, voluptuous mother trembled with each thrust of my penis, her breasts heaving, her buttocks swaying, her labia majora opening and closing smoothly to receive my penis.

Seeing all this, how could I not love my own mother? Suddenly, my mother held me tightly, and I felt the intense contractions of her vaginal walls on the head of my penis.

Her body trembled with each contraction, and as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally let out a soft moan.

At the same time, my penis thrust forcefully into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling the love nest where my mother had conceived me with the seed of incest.

After the passion subsided, we embraced and caressed each other, my mother's genitals still connected to mine, unwilling to separate.

After a long while, she pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother resolutely took my penis into her mouth, licking my glans and coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue, her fingers constantly stroking my penis. I watched my mother's lewd state, my hands also constantly playing with her breasts.

Finally, under this lewd visual stimulation, my penis, filled with my mother's loving oral sex, I could no longer hold back. I groaned, and milky white semen gushed from her mouth.

My beloved mother, the most lovable woman in the world, didn't find her son's semen dirty at all. With a charming smile, she swallowed every drop of my semen.

Seeing this, I lovingly cupped my mother's lips, stained with my semen, and kissed them forcefully. Our tongues, lubricated by my semen, sucked each other's lips with a soft, slurping sound.

The next morning, we drove to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted, grassy area. We took off our clothes and laid them on top of my mother, using the ground as our bed and the sky as our blanket. After a passionate kiss, we made love wildly and naked in nature for a long time.

Several times, my penis ejaculated wildly inside my mother, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Her usually suppressed moans naturally turned into loud cries in the deserted wilderness.

For the first time in my life, I heard my mother's moans, which sounded so beautiful.

Stimulated by her cries, we made love again and again. When we got tired, we would lie on top of my mother to rest for a while, my penis still inside her vagina.

And so, my mother's vagina was continuously penetrated by me, constantly dripping with her juices.

We unleashed our most primal instincts in nature, reveling in the extraordinary pleasure that our intimate lovemaking brought us.

It wasn't until sunset that we reluctantly separated, dressed, and rushed home.

That night, we made love repeatedly.

Perhaps it was the week of abstinence, or perhaps the wooden tiger truly had a miraculous effect, but that night my sexual prowess was astonishing; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible.

Finally, I dressed, scooped my naked mother into my arms, and took her to the nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and unfolded her bright red phoenix-patterned dress.

The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, and in the moonlight, it even shimmered with a soft, pearly sheen, clearly visible.

Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my beloved mother.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up.

My mother's breasts, slightly saggy from breastfeeding my brother and me, weren't large, but the nipples were rosy and erect, hanging gracefully on her chest, tracing soft curves in the moonlight. Her buttocks were smooth and still elastic, her lower abdomen firm, and her pubic hair dark. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate face showed no signs of her being a woman in her early forties with a son and a daughter.

I felt incredibly fortunate that God had arranged for such a beautiful and kind woman to be my mother.

I lifted her into the water, let her stand in it, and scooped water to wash her genitals and anus.

Gradually, as my hands caressed my mother's alluring vulva, and my eyes lingered on her firm breasts and white buttocks, my penis inexplicably became aroused again.

I then moved behind my mother, the water just reaching the mid-thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, turned her body around, and freely fondled her full breasts, snow-white buttocks, and cleft.

Holding her naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands felt indescribably wonderful.

I played with them for a long time, sometimes squeezing them in the middle, sometimes trying to spread them apart, as if kneading two large white dough balls.

After playing for a while, I grabbed her round, fleshy mounds with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hand, trying to stop me, but I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four hands.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, allowing me to admire my mother's anus.

My mother's back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked a few times, but her little anus remained tightly closed.

My loving mother seemed to understand my desire, turning around and looking at me affectionately, saying: "Ah Hao, do you want to insert into Mom's asshole, hmm?"

I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, but I also didn't want to lie.

After a moment's hesitation, Mom resolutely said, "Come on, let Mom give you a real first night on our wedding night." I was puzzled and at a loss.

Mom smiled charmingly, "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father penetrate me. I don't have a virgin's vagina to offer you anymore, so let me offer my first time in my anus to my Ah Hao." After saying that, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water. After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her fingers into her anus and poked around for a few moments before turning back to me with a deep look and saying, "Come on, my beloved son, deflower your wife."

Then, she leaned forward, raising her fair buttocks, and spread them apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, was incredibly tempting. Her two full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, also quite adorable.

I couldn't help but embrace my mother's beautiful buttocks, my penis hardening with excitement, slowly rubbing against the crevice between her white buttocks.

My mother's little anus writhed shyly under the stimulation of my penis, looking both charming and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and bringing my lips to lick it with my tongue.

"Don't kiss there," Mom gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling violently, her breasts shaking even more intensely, and a little bit of vaginal fluid seeping out from between her labia majora and minora.

It flowed into my mouth, a mature woman's flavor with a slightly salty and savory taste. This taste, emanating from the depths of my beloved mother's womb, excited me to

the point of a painful erection. I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks, frantically licking her delicate anus with my tongue, even pushing my tongue tip deep inside, constantly sending saliva into my mother's slightly blooming flower, fully lubricating her anus, preparing for penile insertion.

My mother's anus was spotless; my tongue couldn't detect any unpleasant taste. With the lubrication of my saliva, the area around her anus quickly became dripping with fluid.

My mother protested vehemently, but the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris hardened. It was clear that my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her.

My mother's body trembled violently, involuntarily emitting pleasurable moans, her hot vaginal fluid covering my face.

Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples visibly hard.

I licked my mother's anus with smacking sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs to part the thick, dark pubic hair, accurately touching her protruding clitoris. My fingertips teased the tender clitoris and labia.

My mother moaned louder, her vaginal fluids flowing freely and trickling down her thighs into the river.

I straightened up, grasped my thick penis, as large as the one my mother had given me, dipped it in the vaginal fluids, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's blooming anus, slowly pushing it inside.

My beloved mother let out a series of moans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward.

It was clear that the first time a large penis was inserted into my mother's anus, it was indeed making her uncomfortable.

Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my beloved mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt incredibly sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and gently comforted her: "Mom, if it's not good, let's stop. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than vaginal sex." My mother frowned in pain, twisting her body, but said to me: "It's okay. The first time your father took my virginity, it hurt much more than this.

Use more saliva, and I'll try to relax my anus so your baby can go in.

Good son, try again."

My mother placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little.

It was as if she was beckoning to me.

Seeing my mother's persistence, I had no choice but to obey.

I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus.

I tentatively launched another assault on my beloved mother's anus.

Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus.

But the moment my glans entered, the feeling of friction against the tender rectal flesh was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop.

I was filled with both love and excitement.

I lowered my head and repeatedly kissed my mother's smooth, bare back, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers into her clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly penetrate my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my thick, long penis was fully inserted into her round, pert buttocks. "

Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, my heart pounding with indescribable excitement.

My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles inside my mother's rectum; even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder with excitement.

"Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy," Mom said happily, reaching out to touch my testicles.

It seemed that Mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the pain of the first penetration seemed to have lessened a little.

So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my beloved mother, forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate, and began to tentatively thrust slowly.

Mother's breathing became rapid, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements.

My mother's once delicate and petite anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum undulated, yellowish fluid seeping from the crevice, looking extremely lewd.

I gradually quickened my pace, fully enjoying my mother's firm and bouncy buttocks.

The slapping sounds of my penis hitting her buttocks were exceptionally crisp in the night air.

After the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Each time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation.

Slowly, I heard her groans of pleasure, different from before.

Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me.

I gasped for breath, clenching my teeth, as if to release the resentment I felt for my mother's body being possessed by my father for so many years. My penis pounded harder and harder against my mother's naked, snow-white, plump buttocks.

Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she let out another painful whimper.

My mother clearly felt the pain my penis was inflicting, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still gripping and squeezing her two swaying breasts.

With a high-pitched shout, I desperately grabbed my mother's plump buttocks. In waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into my mother's anus, ejaculating a torrent of hot semen into her rectum.

After a long while, the limp penis slid out of my mother's lovely anus.

My mother felt a slight pain in her anus, and after touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of relief. Turning to me with satisfaction, she said, "I gave you my first time in my anus, which is my way of fulfilling my duty as your husband.

My body is yours alone; you can have it whenever you want." I lay on top of my mother, breathing softly, completely satisfied.

Under the moonlight, the semen and traces of blood from my mother's anus dripped into the river. The sight of my beloved mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and love.

I abruptly turned her body around, pulling my mother tightly into my arms, and showered her with another passionate kiss.

My mother responded, opening her red lips to gently suck on my tongue. Though silent, we could both feel the surging love within us.

In the babbling brook, we, mother and son, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly still.

Even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds in the quiet night sky. In the silent darkness, only the soft smacking sounds of our tongues sucking could be heard.

I don't know how long this went on, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vaginal muscles, became erect again.

I lifted my mother's legs, letting her straddle my waist, and walked into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

Using the buoyancy of the water, I cupped her buttocks with both hands, letting her hug my neck tightly. Leaning back, I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in, then began to pump forcefully.

Because of the buoyancy, this position helped my mother quickly reach orgasm, finally making up for my earlier roughness. We dried each other off and caressed each other for a long time before

getting up and heading home. It was already five in the morning when we arrived.

From then on, my mother wholeheartedly treated me as her husband, and the incestuous thoughts between us completely vanished.

We devoted ourselves entirely to each other, offering all our love and affection.

Whenever we had the chance, we would make love.

It was always my mother who initiated it; she had long suffered from unsatisfied sexual desire before our union, and now she was at the peak of her sexual urges. Except for her menstrual period, she always had a strong desire, which I found incredibly pleasurable. Every time I took off her underwear, without any prompting, her genitals were already wet.

This allowed my penis to move freely in and out of her vagina, igniting my sexual desire.

My mother told me that she herself found it strange; just thinking about me made her very aroused, and no one had ever excited her like that before.

I told her that perhaps it was God's special arrangement for our union, and she readily agreed. The harmony

of our sex life made my mother love me even more, and the sexual satisfaction I found in her made me love my wife and mother even more deeply.

We were like madmen; whenever our desire arose, we would immediately find a place to make love, without any scruples.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her.

My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high. I thrust into her vagina from behind.

My mother was completely unprepared; her vagina wasn't properly lubricated. I smeared some saliva on the head of my penis to lubricate it, so as not to hurt my beloved wife. "

Son, someone might come in,"

my mother whispered nervously, but I ignored her. Under extreme stimulation, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes.

As I left, I pulled up my mother's underwear, preventing her from wiping herself.

Although our affair went undiscovered, for the rest of the day, seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me. I knew my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master bedroom.

My mother was lying next to my father, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure.

I gently shook her awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, my mother came in. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, then tore off our clothes.

Son, Mom knows she's your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but by coming into my room like this, we're taking unnecessary risks.

Mom had barely uttered a few gentle protests when I kissed her, stripped her naked, and after playing with her breasts for a while, began to give her oral sex.

After licking her clitoris for only a short while, Mom was already soaking wet. I then climbed on top of her, thrusting my erection into her love nest, and spread her legs to vigorously pound her vulva.

My mother, her eyes tightly closed, fully enjoyed her husband's ministrations. Her beautiful, alluring breasts trembled silently against her chest with the piston-like movements of my penis in her vagina, swaying up and down—utterly adorable. I reached out and freely fondled and kneaded them.

A moment later, amidst the tremors of my mother's vagina, I ejaculated deep inside her.

After a long while, as she got up to leave me, she told me: "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was thrilled, but the next evening, my mother, with a smile on her face, came into my room with her bedding and said, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room.

Your father agreed, so from now on, my body is yours every night."

I hugged my beloved mother tightly, showering her face and body with kisses.

My excitement was indescribable.

Tonight, I could only express my joy and gratitude to my mother by letting her fully enjoy the incredibly pleasurable sex I gave her. For

the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to fully enjoy the pleasure of our incestuous sex.

Sometimes, we'd lie and say we were going out to do odd jobs, choosing a time when Mom was safe. We'd pack plenty of food and stay away for a few days, living in a cave or a deserted hut in a dense forest, indulging in the wild pleasures we'd tried before.

In the cave or hut, we wouldn't wear clothes for days, and we could have sex whenever we wanted.

In this environment, Mom was always unusually aroused; her vagina was always moist, her breasts erect, and her buttocks raised high.

Her moans of orgasm would rise and echo in the cave, further arousing my desire.

After each of my first orgasms, my penis remained hard as a steel rod, and I wouldn't pull out. I would continue thrusting until my beloved mother experienced multiple orgasms before finally sparingly ejaculating deep into her vagina.

My mother, who was experiencing unparalleled pleasure from my ministrations, would often take my still-dripping glans into her mouth, and under her loving gaze, she would carefully lick my thick penis clean with her fragrant tongue before letting me rest for a moment.

Sometimes, when I still couldn't ejaculate, my mother would patiently and delicately perform oral sex on me with her red lips or cup her full breasts to create cleavage for breast sex.

He tried every means to give me sexual pleasure.

The milky white semen became a delicious meal for my beloved mother, or she would smear it on her breasts, saying it was a wonderful lubricant.

Hearing that my semen had such wonderful uses, of course I was willing to ejaculate it as much as possible into my beloved mother's body.

My father never suspected anything about our frequent outings. In fact, he had long been an alcoholic and impotent. Even before my mother and I became engaged, he had already lost interest in sex. No wonder my mother gave herself to me so easily; my father played a part in it.

Now, alcohol was his only friend. I think he must be very happy about our outings; his nagging wife and son weren't home to bother him, so he could get thoroughly drunk.

And so, the days passed by in our blissful incestuous sex.

Under the protection of the gods, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she seemed to radiate youth again. My special moisturizer made her skin fair and her complexion rosy. My countless daily breast massages made her breasts, which had been somewhat sagging, firmer and more upright. Her buttocks became fuller and more lustrous from the impact of our intercourse. Her vagina, stimulated by the thrusting of my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could also open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen. I felt so much love for her, and anal sex with my beloved mother became our first choice for spiced sex.

Now, making love with my mother and wife is even more exhilarating.

Two years later, my younger sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him.

I also had a good opportunity to go to Shanghai to learn how to do business, hoping to earn more money to support my beloved wife and mother.

In the beginning, after leaving my hometown, every day felt like an eternity.

I never had or wanted any woman other than my mother in my life.

My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, was advised by someone to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me, help me with my life, and satisfy my physical needs.

We were reunited in Shanghai, and our passionate married life returned.

However, I was more careful. Every time I made love with my mother, I always had a condom ready. After all, Shanghai was not my hometown, and my mother's health was the most important thing.

Being heavily pregnant made traveling back and forth inconvenient.

After a year of this, each brief reunion with my beloved mother was followed by an even longer wait.

During my mother's few days in Lu, I took leave to stay with her, making love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant sexual activity with her son, was often exhausted, which worried me greatly.

So I told her not to come to Shanghai to visit me anymore, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit.

Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my mother,

news came that my father had been found dead from alcohol poisoning, his head smashed against a tiger statue. My mother and I weren't particularly saddened, but we felt somewhat lost.

However, this also meant that our hometown was no longer a place we were attached to.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved to Shanghai to live with me. Like a newlywed couple, we loved and cared for each other.

With less of the long journeys, my mother's health returned to normal, and she became more sexually active.

I was happy to have her by my side day and night.

Gradually, she became more accustomed to the vibrant atmosphere of the big city and became bolder in her sexuality, going from being hesitant to actively accepting my increasingly strong sexual desire.

When we were at home together, I would kiss her passionately, caress her breasts, and request various positions for intercourse whenever she wanted.

Sometimes, on a whim, I would lift her skirt and grab her snow-white, plump buttocks for a rougher act, which my mother also accepted with a smile.

During her periods without menstruation, we had intercourse at least three or four times a day.

Condoms were no longer necessary, as Mom said they affected our pleasure during sex.

I, of course, gladly obeyed my mother's loving wishes.

After three months of unprotected sex, Mom shyly told me one day that her period was late.

Then, during our anxious wait, she told me again that she, at thirty-six, was confirmed pregnant. We were both incredibly excited.

Especially knowing that my mother was carrying her own son's child, I felt extremely proud.

Watching my child grow day by day in my mother's womb, her face radiated the unique happiness of a pregnant woman.

The joy of becoming a father for the first time filled me with boundless happiness.

Of course, after my mother became pregnant, the frequency of our sex life decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, she tried her best to satisfy our sexual needs through back-to-back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex.

My mother's love for me during this difficult time made me feel deeply happy and responsible.

I also tried my best to take care of my pregnant mother, ensuring her safe passage through this difficult period

so that we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible.

Finally, nine months later, we had a healthy and lovely daughter.

With our first successful encounter, my mother's face radiated confident joy. She said she hoped to give me a son so that the Wang family could have an heir.

In subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible way to ensure that my semen was ejaculated inside her vagina without leakage.

With my mother's persistent efforts, our son was born when our daughter was one and a half years old.

Later, due to my outstanding performance at work, my company sent me to New Zealand on a business trip.

Using the money I had saved over the years and my connections abroad, I successfully applied for New Zealand citizenship, brought my beloved mother and children to live with me, and we settled in the beautiful and prosperous New Zealand.

Abroad, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one in the country doubted our true identities.

While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and lovely children; and every night, after they fell asleep in their crib, it was time for our intimate moments as mother and son lovers.

My mother's understanding and loving sexual intercourse is a nightly ritual for us, her son and my husband. She knows my love and infatuation with her body, and despite having two more children, she maintains a great figure and a normal sex drive even as she approaches forty.

This perfect nightly intercourse with my beloved mother is the best way for me to rejuvenate, forget my worries, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven.

Now, after several years of marriage, my loving mother is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness.

Every night, when I want her body and remove her nightgown, her pink nipples stand proudly erect, her pubic area is already glistening with moisture, and her labia are wide open, waiting for me—her beloved son's cherished treasure.

Of course, I wouldn't disappoint my loving mother's good intentions. I wouldn't go to sleep until we both reached orgasm.

Every night, after we showered together and dried each other off, we would return to our bedroom, lie naked, and caress each other.

Then, time and again, we would engage in that beautiful sexual act that we never tired of.

Only after my loving mother's loud moans had echoed several times, and I had ejaculated deeply into her womb,

would our spacious and comfortable bedroom return to a brief moment of peace.

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