Uncontrolled maternal love

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"Then I'll be going now." Father put down his chopsticks, patted his belly with satisfaction, said goodbye to Mom and me, picked up his clothes from the coat rack by the door, and prepared to leave.

Mother also put down her chopsticks, helping Father with his luggage while reminding him to be careful and take care of himself while traveling. Father chuckled and replied, "Alright, alright, I'm away on the road for most of the year, what's there to worry about?" Although he said that, Father was clearly pleased with Mother's concern. I also got up to help Mother pack her luggage, and Father patted my shoulder: "Son, with Dad not home and your brother living at school, you're the only man in the house. You need to listen to your mother, help her out, study hard, and don't let her worry about you." I nodded, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom while you're away." "I glanced meaningfully at my mother, who clearly understood the implication in my words, a blush rising on her fair face. My father, oblivious, nodded and took the handbag from my mother. 'I'm leaving now. You'll have to work hard these days.' My mother waved her hand. 'I'm not tired. But you, drive carefully. It's okay to drive slowly, as long as you're safe.' My father didn't say anything more, nodded to my mother and me, and turned to go downstairs.

I didn't go back to the dining table, but rushed to the balcony, anxiously peering out. After about two minutes, I saw my father appear downstairs. After he started the car, I waved vigorously. My father obviously saw me too, honked the horn twice, and then the car slowly started moving, quickly turning out of the community gate and disappearing from sight.

'Whoa!' I shouted, frantically kicking my shorts off the floor as I rushed to the kitchen. 'Mom, Dad's gone!'" "

My mother turned around and saw that my pants were already down, my semi-erect penis dangling between my legs. Her face flushed, and she turned her head back, her hands continuing their work, muttering, 'What kind of behavior is this? Besides, your father just left, and it's so early in the morning. You're already trying to do...doing that

kind of thing. It's not good!' I ignored my mother's insincere words. Although we had crossed that final line more than a year ago, my mother still couldn't shake her shy nature as a virtuous wife and loving mother. I had done oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex, but she was ashamed to even utter the word 'sex.' But that was precisely my mother's charm. Although in bed my mother could abandon everything and cater to my lewd thoughts and actions as a mature woman simply yearning for sex, she would still blush when she saw me openly displaying my penis, which was familiar with every hole on her body.

I chuckled, 'Mom, Dad stayed home for three days this time, and I was really bored. Besides, I have the day off today, so you have to let me have some...something good.'" "

Upon hearing this, my mother gave me a loving look and nodded gently.

I walked behind her and lifted her nightgown. She slightly parted her legs, placed her hands on the edge of the sink, and leaned forward, silently cooperating with my movements. I easily pulled her pink cotton panties down to her ankles. She lifted her leg and took her right foot out of the panties. I simply let the rolled-up panties hang on her left ankle. Hehe, this looked rather lewd, more arousing than if she were completely naked.

Holding her plump, soft waist, I hooked a small stool to the side and stood on it. My mother also twisted her waist, raising her plump, white buttocks higher towards me. Sigh, even though my father isn't short, and my mother, at 168cm, is tall and outstanding among women, and my brother is also very tall, why is it that when it comes to me, it's like I'm stuck, almost..." I'm fifteen and still not as tall as my mother. I shook my head, dismissing the inappropriate little frustration, swallowed hard, and pressed my already hard, burning-hot penis, almost touching my stomach, against my mother's hidden paradise beneath the lush grass. The menacing purple glans slowly parted my mother's two dark red labia, and with a "whoosh," it plunged completely into my mother's not-yet-fully-wet vagina. The layers of fleshy folds inside the cavity were forced apart by my hard penis, and the intense friction almost made me ejaculate immediately after holding back for several days.

After my penis was fully inserted, I paused for a moment, and my mother relaxed her slightly tense muscles, slowly swaying her soft waist from side to side. I tried to reach my hand from under my mother's crotch to the front to stimulate my mother's clitoris. Soon, my sensitive mother's breathing became rapid. After rubbing it a few more times, my mother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Son, move, stop touching." "

Of course I wouldn't refuse. I held my mother's soft, fleshy, white buttocks with both hands and began to thrust back and forth vigorously. My disproportionately large penis pounded in and out of my mother's already sufficiently wet vagina, producing lewd sounds.

As my penis continued to enter and exit my mother's slippery vulva, a large amount of nectar overflowed from her two tender labia. While thrusting my penis, I reached out and dipped my hand in the glistening love juice, teasing my mother's small, brown anus. Although I had developed her anus a few years ago, after I reminded her, my mother often practiced Kegel exercises, which made her anus able to quickly and easily swallow my disproportionately large penis while still maintaining enough tightness and elasticity, making me always love my mother's anus... uh... cock.

It's strange, really. When my mother only allowed me to use her anus to release my desires, all I wanted was to possess my mother's vagina like my father did. But when I actually crossed the final line with my mother and invaded the vagina that my mother had only accepted my father's penis for so many years..." After the initial novelty wore off, I found my mother's anus more arousing. So now, when we have sex, I mostly prefer to penetrate her asshole. Perhaps it's because I took her virginity from her anus; for me, the feeling of conquest is greater when my penis enters her tight anus. My mother doesn't object to this. Although she indulged me and tolerated my increasingly outrageous behavior until I finally succumbed to incest, deep down, she still felt uneasy about betraying her husband. Satisfying me through her anus slightly lessened this guilt. After all, she initially allowed anal sex because she didn't consider the anus a sexual organ, and using her anus to receive her son's penis was no different from using her hands or legs to make me ejaculate—it wasn't considered intercourse. Of course, now that I've fully explored all three of my orifices, my mother wouldn't be so naive. I had the idea, but compared to the vaginal opening, my mother was more accepting of anal sex.

Getting back to the topic, I focused on my mother's beautiful body. Her nightgown was rolled up to her armpits, and the back clasp of her pink bra was undone. I paused my lower body movements, pressing my entire body against my mother's smooth, bare back. My hands caressed her full breasts, playing with her plump, soft nipples, which were swollen like purple grapes. Occasionally, I squeezed and pulled them, eliciting soft moans from her.

I then explored her now soft and moist anus. Satisfied, I straightened up, pressed her white, plump buttocks down further, adjusted my position, and pressed my large, purplish glans against her slightly wriggling anus. With a sudden burst of force, I forced open her small anus. My mother groaned, her body swaying slightly, her sphincter muscles tightly gripping the glans that had just entered her anus. However, she quickly relaxed, and I felt the pressure on the tip of my penis lessen slightly. Then I slowly began to exert force. The dense folds of my mother's anus were completely stretched flat, and her rectum twitched and convulsed as it accepted the foreign object. I watched my dark, thick penis slowly disappear between my mother's fair, round buttocks, a lewd scene that always excited me.

My mother moaned softly, and my hands, which had been supporting her plump buttocks, unconsciously tightened, my fingers sinking into her flesh. When I felt my lower abdomen pressing against her round buttocks, I exhaled, stopping my penis from penetrating any further, allowing my mother to adjust. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's small earlobe, patted her buttocks, signaling that I was about to move. My mother twisted her waist. Without hesitation, I grabbed my mother's snow-white buttocks and began to thrust my penis, and my mother also tried to twist her body to match my movements. Slowly, my mother's soft, plump body was held tightly in my arms, and my penis thrust heavily into her hot rectum, accompanied by the loud "slap!" sounds of the intense movements. The sounds of flesh colliding

were loud and clear. The harder I fucked my mother, the more her snow-white, plump buttocks shook, her thighs spread wide, making it easier for my cock to penetrate deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust. It felt so good.

"Ah..." With my mother's twisting waist and trembling hips, I quickly reached the climax of ejaculation. I gripped my mother's snowy buttocks tightly with both hands, trying to spread her two thick buttocks apart. After a violent thrust that seemed to squeeze both testicles in, my penis sank all the way into my mother's anus. Immediately afterward, white semen spurted from the tip of my glans and shot deep into my mother's rectum.

After ejaculating, I was still lying on my mother's back, my penis throbbing and releasing the remaining semen deep in my mother's anus. I squinted my eyes, enjoying the pleasure brought to me by the involuntary contractions and spasms of my mother's rectum after the stimulation of ejaculation. The highly elastic anal walls firmly enveloped my penis, which was slowly shrinking after ejaculation. My mother knew that I had not released on her for several days, and once was definitely not enough. She obediently accepted my riding and pressing.

Not long after, my penis regained its strength, and without pulling it out of my mother's anus, I began thrusting vigorously, using the semen I had previously ejaculated as lubrication. My mother then began to moan sweetly again…

That day, from morning until noon, I hardly left my mother's beautiful body, ejaculating five times in her rectum and vagina. By the last time, the semen had become very thin, and my penis was red, swollen, and stinging from overuse. My mother was also exhausted and in pain, and in the end, she was too weak to maintain her kneeling position. Her upper body was lying on the sink, allowing me to thrust into her anus at will. Because I didn't pull out after each ejaculation and continued to enjoy the pleasure from the contractions of my mother's anus or vagina, when I finally got off my mother, her vagina and anus could no longer close immediately, and I could see the cloudy semen slowly dripping from them. Later, my mother told me that for the next few days she had to be extremely careful when walking and doing things, because even the slightest exertion would cause thick semen to flow from her vagina and anus. She changed her underwear very frequently

during those days. Around the same time, the hotel where my mother worked was selected as one of our city's reform and opening-up demonstration units and underwent restructuring. It received investment from a Hong Kong hotel and became a joint venture, resulting in significant changes to its management and operations. Because my mother was relatively young, had a striking figure and appearance, spoke good Mandarin, and was experienced, she was promoted to manager of the catering department.

This brought me a new benefit, because the hotel regulations required female employees to wear skirts with stockings or pantyhose and high heels. One day, when my mother came home to rest at noon and I was having sex with her, she hadn't changed out of her work uniform because she was a little late getting off work. I was surprised to find that my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs looked especially sexy against the backdrop of flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings and black high heels. The soft and silky stockings tightly wrapped my mother's slender and plump thighs, and they felt smooth and soft to the touch, which was very comfortable. Moreover, it was easier for me to have sex with my mother when she was wearing a skirt than when she was wearing pants. If I pulled out my penis and she put down her skirt, there would basically be no flaws.

For convenience and safety, my mother gradually got used to wearing skirts and stockings. This way, when I wanted to enjoy her anus or vagina, I only needed to lift her skirt and pull her underwear down a little. Basically, every day at noon when I came home from school, if my mother was cooking, I would rush into the room, throw down my schoolbag, close the door, enter the kitchen, take out my penis, lift her skirt and pull down her underwear, and thrust it into her. This series of actions was almost done in one go, taking no more than fifteen seconds. Every time, my mother would be startled by me, and her muscles would clench instinctively, making me shudder with pleasure as soon as I penetrated her.

After protesting this act of adultery, I restrained myself a little, but my mother had to accept the reality that I would have sex with her anus or vagina every noon. However, this meant that my mother changed her underwear much more frequently. Almost every pair of my mother's underwear had been soaked with semen from her anus or vagina (my mother didn't ask me to use condoms, mainly because she had her tubal ligation, which benefited me, as I always enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating inside her).

This gave me another opportunity. After my persistent persuasion, and because changing underwear several times a day was not only inconvenient but also likely to arouse suspicion from other family members, my mother finally shyly agreed to not wear underwear at home.

So every day after work, my mother would always rush to the bathroom to take off her underwear and put it in her bag. I also increasingly enjoyed silently going straight to the kitchen while my mother was cooking, closing the door, lifting my mother's skirt, and skillfully inserting my already hard penis into her anus or vagina. With one hand, I would knead my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs covered by pantyhose or stockings, and with the other hand, I would reach around to the front to play with my mother's full and soft breasts, while enjoying the pleasure that my penis received from my mother's tight anus or warm vulva.

When no one was home on weekends, my mother would wear stockings and pantyhose of various colors—black, white, and other colors—that I had specifically asked her to buy (back then, unlike now, nude-colored stockings were in fashion). She would pose in various lewd positions as I requested, allowing me to vent my youthful desires on her voluptuous body until the stockings were covered in semen that had flowed from her anus and vulva. I even tried inserting my penis directly into her anus while she was wearing pantyhose (not the open-crotch kind). The delicate silk wrapped around my penis, rubbing against her vaginal walls, and I felt so good that I almost ejaculated in a few strokes. That day, I ejaculated particularly violently, leaving a large pool of semen on the anal area of her ultra-thin black pantyhose. However, because this easily damaged the pantyhose, and the friction of the stockings against her rectum wasn't comfortable for her, she usually didn't approve of me doing this, only allowing me to do it once every one or two months.

That morning, as I was enthusiastically fucking my mother's plump buttocks encased in flesh-gray sheer open-crotch stockings, she turned her head to me, saying, while I was vigorously fucking her anus, "I got a call from your uncle yesterday. The apartment his company helped us with is finished, and we can pay and get the keys next month. You're off this weekend, right? Why don't you come with Mom to see the apartment?"

"Okay, but I don't know if it'll be as convenient in the new apartment. What will I do if I want Mom later?" I slowed down my thrusting in my mother's tight anus, feeling a bit unenthusiastic. "Hmm...

a little harder... silly child, as long as your dad is out driving, there will always be a chance. Besides, if all else fails, ah, I'll just wait until you're on vacation and go to a hotel so Mom can let you do it... oh, hurry up and do it, don't be late for school." Seeing that I was a little unhappy, my mother flattered me by contracting her anus a few times, squeezing me tightly for a good while.

I thrust in and out vigorously dozens of times, patting my mother's plump, silky buttocks: "Mom, lift your buttocks higher, and squeeze them like before."

My mother simply placed her hands on her knees, exposing her entire beautiful and alluring anus to me without any obstruction. At the same time, she forcefully contracted her sphincter muscles, tightly gripping my penis. It felt like a soft, warm little hand gripping my penis, moving tight and loose. A faint suction came from deep within my mother's anus, making my glans feel incredibly aroused.

I vigorously squeezed and kneaded my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks encased in flesh-gray pantyhose, feeling the silky smoothness and fleshiness through my fingertips. I thrust my hips rapidly back and forth, wantonly thrusting in and out of my mother's light brown anus, which was stretched smooth by my penis, occasionally inserting into my mother's nectar-filled vagina for lubrication. My mother, hands on her knees, arched her sexy, stockinged buttocks high, completely exposing her most private and sacred place to her son. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, obscuring her dreamy eyes and flushed, pale face. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft moans with each of my vigorous thrusts, making her unrecognizable from her former dignified and beautiful self.

In this position, so satisfying to conquer and exhausting, with one final, powerful thrust, my penis plunged deep into my mother's rectum, throbbing and ejaculating large gushes of white semen that pounded against her anal walls.

My hands sank deep into my mother's plump buttocks. My mother bent her legs slightly, her hands now supporting her on the ground, receiving the onslaught of her son's semen in a wanton and seductive pose. After I ejaculated, I pulled out my sticky penis with a "pop" sound. I casually smeared the semen and vaginal fluid stuck to my penis on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings. I then used my thumbs to spread apart my mother's slowly closing anus, watching the white semen adhere to the red flesh and slowly slide down. I smiled with satisfaction.

My mother straightened up only after I signaled her, frowning as she touched the semen I had smeared on her inner thigh. She tapped my forehead with disapproval: "You little rascal, you love doing these disgusting things. Now I have to go to work with your filth on me again." I chuckled sheepishly, not daring to reply. Once I got off my mother, our relationship returned to normal. My mother remained gentle yet strict, and I was still the son who adored her but also feared her.

My mother quickly wiped our lower bodies with toilet paper, straightened my wrinkled pantyhose in the mirror, dressed me neatly, and straightened my collar. She nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go, don't be late."

My mother and I walked side-by-side, chatting and laughing, nodding and greeting the neighbors along the way. At an intersection, we parted ways, heading towards the school and the hotel, respectively. When I waved goodbye to my mother, we looked no different from any other mother and son in the city. Perhaps only the lingering, erotic smell in the bedroom and the semen still clinging to her thighs beneath her skirt and stockings revealed the unusual nature of our relationship—oh, and the semen I'd ejaculated inside her tight anus!

Chapter Two:

The morning at school passed quickly. Since my mother's mature, voluptuous body became my outlet for excess desires, I'd actually become more motivated to study—if my grades dropped, my mother would reduce the frequency of our sex life; conversely, if my grades were good, she'd be happy and blush as she agreed to some erotic games. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying was growing ever stronger.

After quickly tidying my desk, I and a few classmates chatted and laughed as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast sea of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode slowly, and I soon parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home. I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I stepped inside. I quietly opened and locked the door, then quickly pulled down my pants and tiptoed into the kitchen, naked from the waist down. Hehe, my grandmother had been taken to Hebei by my second aunt to visit her grandchildren two weeks ago, and my father was away on a trip for at least three more days. With the door closed, it was just my mother and me at home, so I was happy to take the opportunity to be a little more unrestrained.

The flames on the gas stove burned quietly, the soup pot made a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef broth filled the air. My mother had taken off her coat and was wearing a long white floral apron, her back to me as she chopped vegetables. Her full hips stretched the light blue apron tightly, and as she leaned forward while chopping, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips.

Two long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—ha, the grayish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably stained with my semen, so she had changed them—and she wore black patent leather pointed high heels. Her hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow. My mother turned around alertly and saw my ugly, peeking-in-the-pants-and-erect penis. She was both annoyed and amused, and told me to leave with a shy yet reproachful look. But I was already aroused by my mother's office lady outfit, pantyhose, and high heels, so I naturally wouldn't listen. I grinned mischievously and pressed myself against my mother from behind. Before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily kneaded her smooth, soft, fleshy buttocks.

My mother merely swayed her ample hips slightly, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!"

I completely ignored her, preoccupied with playing with her plump, fleshy buttocks. I even freed one hand to reach around to her lower abdomen, stroking her thick, soft pubic hair and her two soft, moist labia through her pantyhose, my middle finger gently thrusting in and out of her warm, jade-like vulva.

Since we had our most intimate relationship, my vigorous penis had nourished my mature, alluring body, making her increasingly sensitive. With my caresses and touches on her buttocks, her breathing was no longer so gentle and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, where my middle finger had entered her vulva, was stained with moisture. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, her full thighs slowly parted wider, and the chopping motions of her hands slowed down.

I could no longer contain my surging desire. I pressed down on my mother's slender waist, making her lift her plump, round, silky buttocks high. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose up to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly and smoothly plunged into her already overflowing, tender honey hole, thrusting fiercely.

My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and elastic.

With each thrust, my mother's round, snowy buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands, which were gripping her waist, to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, making crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had already stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now radiantly beautiful. Her juices flowed from her moist, red vulva, leaving trails of wetness on the flesh-colored stockings that covered her smooth, long legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot cock churn freely in the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous cock, dripping with the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vulva and expertly plunged it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent impacts, was now spread across the table, her fiery red cheeks pressed against it. She held her plump, white buttocks with both hands, using her tight, soft anus to receive the thrusts of my thick cock.

My right hand reached up and kneaded my mother's full breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand fiercely grabbed her thighs, which were covered in flesh-colored pantyhose. My penis thrust deep into her small anus. My mother's once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, and her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed to melt like oil, making soft squelching sounds with each thrust. My mother's honey pot was constantly gushing with lustful fluid as my penis violated her anus, and I could feel the heat inside as my scrotum touched it.

This round of intense thrusting made my mother's body tremble uncontrollably, her nipples hardened and erect, and her tight anus clenched around my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure.

Meanwhile, my left leg was still rubbing against my mother's stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight, throbbing pain as my penis filled her anus, the hard glans scraping against the soft, folded walls of her rectum. Every subtle sensation sent shivers down her spine, not to mention the electric shock-like feeling from each powerful thrust. Although she was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble each time.

My son's thick, hard, and hot penis ruthlessly forced open her most sensitive and tender anus, ramming and thrusting inside her rectum, making her feel as if her body was melting into his strong penis.

As I rode through her soft anus, she cried out softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of intoxicating pleasure through her. Her cries gradually became more rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks jiggling under the thrusting of my penis. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had actually been holding back for a long time. Now, my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, the soft, wrinkled intestinal walls coiling and undulating around my shaft. This immediately made me release my pent-up ejaculation, ejaculating deep inside her rectum, releasing the second wave of semen I had ejaculated into her body that day. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, maintaining a position where one hand was grasping her stalactite, and the other was caressing her full thighs encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, pressing against her back.

Several minutes passed like this until my mother's breathing had mostly returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks with her back hand, and only then did I reluctantly pull my now limp penis out of her anus. I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against my mother's beautiful, stockinged legs, still feeling incredibly pleasurable from the silky texture.

My mother, who had been lying prone for a while, propped herself up and affectionately tapped my forehead with her index finger. "You, the first thing you think about when you get back is this. You were just here this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper of yours? At the parent-teacher conference after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so hasty in handing in your papers early for several subjects and had checked them carefully, your scores would have been even higher and your ranking would have been even better..."

"Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted my mother. Seriously, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from where I just ejaculated, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies. This scene was too bizarre. I was worried that things might escalate to the point where my mother would discuss my studies even while I was passionately thrusting into her. If that happened, I'd definitely become impotent.

My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Now you know you're hungry? You just got back and you're already trying to get yourself eaten. Back then, even if there was a dragon's meat in front of you, you probably wouldn't have looked at it. I should let you go hungry for a few meals to teach you a lesson." Saying this, my mother quickly and efficiently cleaned up the mess between my legs, put her clothes back on, and busied herself serving me rice and dishes. Within minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom's going to get some soup... Oh, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother gave me a few words of advice and hurried into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant trail behind her.

A little while later, my mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop a spoonful and drink it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on my mother's beautiful face, still flushed from the passion. Only then did she serve herself a bowl of rice and sit down to eat.

My mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. After I finished three bowls, my mother had just finished hers as well, and she served us both a bowl of soup.

Having filled my stomach, my mind began to wander again. I reached under the table and rubbed my foot against my mother's rounded calves, which were covered in stockings. My mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, my mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned and moved closer to her, saying I would help her, but my hands were already restless, lifting her tight skirt and touching her round, pert buttocks, enjoying the smooth silky feel and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and pert, accentuating her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. Her white, smooth flesh was plump and tender, full of alluring elasticity. Wearing sheer flesh-colored stockings, the thin stockings covering her lower body were stretched taut and translucent by her white skin. The gossamer-thin silk fabric clung to my skin like a second skin, my fair skin peeking through the stockings, appearing even more rounded and tender. My plump buttocks were ripe and alluring, adding to my seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them more than a few times, my mother slapped my hand away from her bottom and told me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

I knew my mother's temper, so I didn't dare to be disobedient again and obediently withdrew my hand, but I still made a request to my mother, "Mom, after you're all dressed up, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you."

My mother gave me a disapproving look, "Okay, okay, my little darling, go to sleep."

Only then did I kiss my mother on the cheek with satisfaction, go into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for my mother.

I had planned to wait for my mother to arrive before spending some more time with her, but the intensity of high school studies was simply too great. Lying in my warm, comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent of the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft, voluptuous body slip into the covers and embrace me from behind.

Although I was still very sleepy, I instinctively turned around and hugged my mother back. My mother chuckled softly, pulling me closer to her. Her two long, shapely legs in stockings intertwined with mine, and her full breasts pressed against my chin. I murmured contentedly, my hands sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, plump buttocks, wrapped in delicate silk fabric, kneading them gently. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep again, our bodies entwined.

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my deep sleep. I yawned wistfully and stretched lazily. My afternoon nap today was of high quality. Although I only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed when I woke up.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and leave quickly. I quickly dressed and washed my face. My mother was already waiting for me at the door.

I hurried out the door, and as I passed my mother, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, earning a big eye roll from her. "You're a high school student, still acting like a child." I chuckled and didn't say anything, then went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways at the intersection, my mother and I went to work or school. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

Time flew by, and it was the weekend. I accompanied my mother to see our new house. It was in a newly built community in our city, a bit more remote than our current community, but the construction of the houses themselves and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than before. Two bus lines passed right by the community entrance, making it convenient for going to school or work. The apartment layout was nice, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a subsidized housing project—a benefit for my uncle's colleagues at the procuratorate—the price was very favorable. My mother immediately expressed her satisfaction, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, when my father returned from his trip, my mother excitedly told him about the apartment. My father waved his hand and said, "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that after discussions with my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being elderly, didn't want to climb the stairs, so she would live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother boarding at school, only my parents, my father, and I would normally live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father was out on the road, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us—I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovation took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding floors, and ten days was already quite a long time.

After the renovation, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul away some of the larger furniture and appliances in two trips, and then asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace to move the lighter, more fragile items.

This time, I had already made up my mind: last time during the move, I couldn't actually penetrate my mother in the truck, and this time I was going to make up for that regret. Just thinking about it—almost like raping my mother right under my father's nose—made my genitals throb painfully.

On the last weekend before the move, my brother also took leave from school to come home and help. Although there weren't any large items, we still managed to fill about twenty boxes and bags of various sizes with all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit down.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, besides the driver's seat, everyone else would have to sit in the back.

However, there was still a big obstacle—my mother was wearing long pants for work today, and getting her to take them off in the van for my pleasure was basically out of the question. Looks like I'll have to think of something…

“Ouch!” “Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you behind me.” With my mother's exclamation, I turned around casually, bumping into her as she entered the room, and in doing so, poured the entire glass of cola I was holding onto her legs.

My mother didn't suspect anything, just complained a few times, and then told me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the clothes I hadn't taken yet. I readily agreed, pushing my mother into the bathroom, “Mom

, wait here, I'll get them for you.” After rummaging through the clothes already packed in the box, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the bathroom door, “Mom, open the door, I brought your clothes.”

My mother opened the door a crack and let me pass the clothes in. Tsk, my mother is really something. I know her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet

she's so shy and guarded in this situation. I reached in, used my shoulder to push the door open, and squeezed into the bathroom.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" My mother was both embarrassed and surprised, using the clothes in her hand to cover her lower body, which was now only in her underwear after she'd taken off her trousers.

"Hehehe, it's okay, Mom, I just checked, Dad and my brother are downstairs! I came to help you change," I replied with a forced smile.

"Hmph! You child..." My mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtains, and looked downstairs. Confirming that my father and brother were both downstairs, she relaxed slightly and didn't insist I go out anymore. However, when her gaze returned to the clothes in her hands, she immediately sternly retorted, "I told you to get me a pair of pants, why did you bring this?!"

What I handed my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose.

(Back then, open-crotch pantyhose weren't available for purchase; my mother had altered them herself at my repeated requests. The opening was small and discreet, but enough to satisfy her desire for me to have sex with her while she wore them.) Seeing this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind?

I quickly grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, we tried it last time we moved, and Dad and my brother didn't notice. Please have mercy on me again this time and let me have some fun. It's much safer than last time..."

"Hmph, you, all you ever think about is this." After all, it's been more than two years since my mother started letting me penetrate her anus for sexual gratification. She's become more and more used to and accepting of my various fantasies and lewd thoughts. Under my persistent pleading and cajoling, and also because she was worried that if she stayed with me for too long, my father and brother might come upstairs and see us, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation, and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, they won't notice. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this."

My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!"

I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the remaining items were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I happily sat with my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also numerous bags and other items piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, they could barely see me.

As soon as the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous Nintendo handheld game console; those interested can search it up on Baidu) borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; now it was safer!

Unexpectedly, my father, though focused on driving, didn't turn around and scolded me for piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and grin foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's convenient to put things here. It's inconvenient to carry things up and down the car, and it'll save you trouble later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, almost making me cry out in pain.

Then, as she brushed her hair aside, she glanced at me, her beautiful eyes filled with doting affection and a mischievous smile. The unintentional girlish charm of a mature woman made me instantly captivated.

Since I started having a physical relationship with my mother, although she doesn't act like the absurd characters in erotic novels who abandon their dignity and become sex toys for their sons, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers… Back when we

first started anal sex, she would never have agreed to go without underwear and satisfy my desires under my father and brother's noses. But now, she readily accepts it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which gives me a real sense of accomplishment, and my love for her grows stronger. As

soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to slip my hand under my mother's skirt and caress her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap, her legs spread apart, the sheer stockings under her skirt outlining the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch from my hand and the warmth of her full body immediately aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against her buttocks.

I gestured for my mother to lift her buttocks slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from the constraints of her clothing. When my mother sat down again, my burning cock pressed directly between her thighs, tightly gripped by her flesh-colored pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbed against the finely textured, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, a sensation so pleasurable it made me lose all sense of direction.

I thrust my hips back and forth, pumping my fierce penis between her stockinged thighs, while my hands climbed up from under her shirt and caressed her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window, pushing my hands down and only allowing them to rest on her waist.

I didn't insist, one hand caressing my mother's smooth, silk-stockinged legs, the other reaching between her thighs, rubbing her genitals through the pantyhose. Soon, my cock, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second encounter.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks and parted the opening of her pantyhose with her fingers. My erect penis practically leaped up, pressing straight between my mother's legs. The large glans slid twice against her labia before smoothly plunging into her overflowing, wet vagina.

My mother groaned softly, gripping the back of the front seat tightly with both hands. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became labored. Fortunately, the distance and the slightly open car window completely masked her movements with the wind and the noise of the car.

And so, with my mother's buttocks slightly raised, I began to thrust my hot penis in and out of her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as when we were fully engaged in sex in bed. However, the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was far stronger than usual.

After thrusting like this for dozens of times—a tiring position, after all—the car bounced over a pothole, and my mother's legs gave way, causing her to land on my lap with a thud. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina, thrusting all the way to the very bottom, pressing firmly against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both of us. My father, obviously hearing it, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned around, looking back with concern.

Mother was surprisingly quick-witted today: "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and bounced a bit. But you, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes."

Father chuckled: "Then you'd better hold on tight from now on, the road ahead is going to be bumpy. Second son, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mom, so hold her tight."

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied loudly and exaggeratedly, wrapping my arms tightly around Mother's slender waist. Mother turned and smiled at me, then turned back, pursing her lips, "You drive well, your son and I are all seated."

Sure enough, the road became noticeably bumpier from there, which was a boon for me. With each bounce, my mother's full, round buttocks tossed up and down, her soft, moist vulva undulating against my penis.

Each time it dipped, I would grab her waist and pull her down, allowing my thick penis to easily plunge to the hilt, pounding against her delicate, sensitive cervix. This made her breathing increasingly uneven, her eyes glazed over, practically dripping with desire.

Thankfully, my mother was alert, keeping her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother saw her aroused state in the rearview mirror, things would be terrible. But at that moment, I admired my brother; even on such a bumpy road, he was engrossed in his game on the small screen, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's confused and infatuated state, my hand restlessly moved up from her waist, slipping under the edge of her bra and caressing her soft, full breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and as I kneaded and played with them with my fingers, her breathing became noticeably heavier. My mother was clearly unable to withstand this double assault, and whispered, "Stop...stop playing with me, take your hand away." As she said this, her face was flushed and her breathing was disordered, making her incredibly alluring.

I didn't dare to push my luck; if things went too far and my father and the others found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently withdrew my hand and considerately adjusted her bra. After doing all this, I pecked my mother's round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back."

My mother hummed in agreement through her nose, obediently raising her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted my mother's two plump buttocks with the other, the soft, tender flesh sliding open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, glistening with my mother's vaginal fluid, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my thick penis, my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks were forced inwards, her pink flesh squeezing around and gripping my throbbing shaft.

My penis stretched her tightly closed anus until it was perfectly round, without a single wrinkle, the anal sphincter gripping the neck of my glans tightly. At this point, I stopped pushing too hard, allowing my mother some time to adjust.

After a short while, her sphincter relaxed, and she slowly lowered herself, gently swallowing my penis into her tight, warm anus. Next, I didn't need to exert any effort at all. My mother, using the bumps of the car, used her tender anus to swallow and release my thick penis. Although the movements weren't large, with the help of gravity, her tight anus always swallowed my entire penis each time. The folded inner walls of her intestines scraped against my glans, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The elastic, soft anal flesh tightly gripped my penis, making me almost moan with pleasure.

Moreover, because my mother was sitting on my lap, her plump, beautiful flesh, encased in flesh-colored semi-transparent pantyhose, completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful silk-stockinged feet. My hands were also tirelessly roaming over my mother's two silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the delicate and smooth touch of the stockings and my mother's plump and mature body.

The soft, warm flesh of my mother's anus coiled around my penis, her plump, silky buttocks trembling like milk jelly with each thrust, creating waves of flesh. After

about six or seven minutes of this, I felt my penis was nearing its climax. I immediately told my mother to raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I embraced her smooth, plump buttocks in a horse stance, thrusting my hips forcefully into her anus. The crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose was stained dark with water, her buttocks slippery, and her anus, penetrated by my hot penis, seemed to melt like grease, making soft squelching sounds as I pumped in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but fearing my movements might attract my father's and brother's attention, she cooperated by arching her back as low as possible, her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, thrusting back with all her might. Simultaneously, she continuously relaxed and tightened her sphincter muscles as I thrust, feeling as if a soft, warm hand was squeezing my penis deep inside her rectum, giving me even more intense stimulation and pleasure.

After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and quickly increased the speed of my thrusts. I gripped my mother's full, stockinged thighs tightly with both hands, and thrust my penis forcefully into her anus, inserting it completely. The walls of her rectum immediately coiled around my penis, writhing incessantly. I also released my semen, my penis trembling violently, ejaculating thick, cloudy semen deep inside my mother's intestines.

After I finished ejaculating, my legs went weak. I slumped back into my seat, clutching my mother, my leg muscles still trembling violently. That position had clearly been too strenuous; had it lasted another two minutes, my legs would have cramped up.

I leaned against my mother's back, panting. She glanced nervously ahead: my father and brother, one driving and the other playing a game, were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. She finally relaxed, pulling out a prepared towel. She shifted her body slightly, letting my limp penis slip out of her anus, and quickly wrapped it in the towel to wipe it clean, which was now covered in their bodily fluids. She then quickly cleaned her own crotch, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odor.

Thankfully, the car window had been open, the wind was strong, and the prompt action prevented any smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to my seat. She then quietly put on her underwear (which I had taken off and stuffed in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly tuck my penis back into my pants and zip it up. She whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up my pants, and then placed my hands on my mother's ample buttocks and beautiful legs—my favorite.

Once everything was mostly settled at home, my father's vacation was over, and he hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I couldn't wait to lock the door and pull my mother into the room. On the newly bought large bed—which we had just bought after moving to our new house, and which my father had barely slept on—I made my mother pose in various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I used my young, hot, thick semen to thoroughly irrigate every part of my mother's plump and alluring body that could be penetrated...

her wet, slippery vagina, her tight anus, her gentle little mouth. When I finally collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of my mother and son, my mother was also exhausted. Her thick labia were open, and the white semen slowly overflowed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her originally elastic and tightly closed anus was also manipulated until it was wide open and unable to close for a moment, with her anal bud slightly turned out and exposed to the air.

A stream of cloudy white semen slowly trickled down the engorged, reddened anus, merging with the semen flowing from the vagina and pooling on the sheet beneath the mother's buttocks.

Looking down, the mother's alluring, full thighs were encased in a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings, now clearly stained with several wet streaks and dried semen stains, and torn in a few places. The exposed, snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sensual by the flesh-gray stockings. Above, a pool of semen could be seen between the mother's heaving, full breasts, her rosy lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, semen also smeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and her brows showing both exhaustion and satisfaction.

This time, with my father staying home for two weeks, I was really pent up. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, there was only one other time when my father was renovating the new house and we had a quick encounter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with her in the car. Now I've completely let loose, and of course, I'm going to have sex until I'm utterly exhausted… completely drained. My mother is the same; my father is busy with the renovations and moving, and he's exhausted every day. He basically falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

Although we've had sex a few times, for my mother, who's gradually gotten used to my burgeoning sexual desires and having sex at least once a day, my father doesn't provide the same intense pleasure as my son. Besides, my mother is in her forties, and her sensitive body, after being deeply explored by me, can't be satisfied by just a few quick thrusts from my father. So, as soon as my father left, I pulled her into the room, and my mother responded with extraordinary enthusiasm, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more. We continued until both of us were sore and weak.

I managed to turn over, and my mother and I lay facing each other, chatting for a while. She generously straddled one of her long, shapely legs, clad in stockings, so I could stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, she fell silent.

I had once jokingly asked her whose penis was bigger, mine or my father's, which had angered her. She said she already felt guilty enough about what she had done with my father, and that my question made her feel like one of those promiscuous women. She hadn't let me touch her for days. So, seeing her silence, I assumed I had upset her again and was about to apologize when she sighed softly, "Your dad..." She only managed two words before falling silent again.

I could tell she was upset, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, she sighed and told me that as my father got older, he was indeed less able to satisfy her in bed. She had always considered this normal, and because of what had happened between us, she felt guilty towards him and had never discussed it with him.

Who knew that during this move, my mother would discover through some subtle clues that my father frequently visited prostitutes while he was away on the road—this didn't surprise her too much; men, after all, sometimes experience sadness and heartbreak when they're single and away from home for extended periods. What's more, he was even having affairs with other family members of the truck drivers, which infuriated her.

However, out of consideration for me, she didn't confront my father directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, couples rarely argued, fought, or divorced. And considering her own incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have even less right to accuse my father. So, she kept these things to herself until today, when a casual remark from me stirred up her secrets, and she finally told me.

Honestly, my first reaction upon hearing this was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel so guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely focus more of her attention and affection on me—a good thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, and you and I can be together at home—a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason our relationship has progressed to this point is largely to suppress my adolescent desires and get me to focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, she seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's infidelity has significantly helped to break down her defenses, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman will want to completely conquer her, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's what I truly thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity has given me the opportunity to completely make my mother my woman.

While gently comforting my mother, I was also plotting my actions. My mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had allowed me to violate her body. Now, she could even discuss her sex life with my father naked in front of her son. This maternal love was beginning to spiral out of control…

Chapter Three

: After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, when I saw him again, the unease I had felt before vanished instantly. Previously, because I had possessed my mother, I had always felt a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now… well, when I saw him, I felt a mixture of anger and a sense of accomplishment, much like a young male seizing power and status from a weakened, elderly male.

Although my attitude towards my father remained unchanged on the surface, it was merely a facade. Whenever he lectured me, I would verbally obey, but inwardly I was disdainful. After all, I had already possessed the woman who originally belonged exclusively to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight, tender anus, which my father had never experienced. It was difficult for me to still feel subservient to my father. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly attached to me and increasingly indifferent to my father, the sense of accomplishment I felt as a man made me feel that I could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.

Since having this thought, I have become increasingly proactive in my interactions with my mother, and she has not been averse to this change. On the contrary, when we are alone, she displays more of a submissive attitude, like a wife. Even, with my intentional or unintentional hints, she has begun to try to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he comes home.

My father, however, doesn't seem to notice much about this change in my mother. On the one hand, he himself didn't have much of an urgent desire for his mother's body, which he was already familiar with. On the other hand, many couples my father's age already had a relatively low frequency of sex, and my father, having already satisfied himself with his mistress, didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that my mother hadn't forced him to "pay his dues."

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and silent nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt that he was getting older and might not be able to handle long-distance driving all year round. He was thinking of having my uncle help him get transferred back to an office job while my uncle was still in his position, perhaps as a dispatcher or something similar—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was much easier. If my mother revealed this now, my uncle would definitely find out. Given my uncle's rigid and upright nature, he might even send my father back to his ancestral home in the countryside to reflect on his actions at the ancestral hall, and the job transfer would certainly fall through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that it made her feel even with him. To allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and focus on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she could satisfy my restless nature physically. But regardless, the societal transgression of incest between mother and son remained a persistent shadow over her, especially in front of my father, where she would unconsciously feel guilty and ashamed.

Actually, after discovering my father's affair, after a brief period of disbelief and indignation, my mother felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her breathing exceptionally easy.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly have any good feelings towards my father having an affair, so she was quite reluctant to accept his occasional advances. I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped seeking intimacy with her.

That's probably how people are; they become indifferent to what's readily available, and over time, they even grow weary of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would neglect my mother's mature and voluptuous body to seek excitement elsewhere. I've met the woman he was seeing. She was eight or nine years younger than my mother, her breasts weren't as big—though they were firmer—her buttocks weren't as round, her skin wasn't as fair, and, well, she wasn't as attractive as my mother in my eyes. However, she knew how to dress well; perhaps what people call being flirtatious. But I still preferred the way my mother looked when I rode her, shy yet full of desire.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus mainly so that I could concentrate on my studies after relieving my urges. Now, however, she unconsciously dresses according to my preferences, and even changes into sexy and revealing clothes when we're alone to please me—of course, she remains reserved and modest in public. To match this, she never forgets to wear various types of sheer stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or garter stockings on her long, shapely legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover, she's become increasingly accepting of my previously unthinkable bold requests—thanks to the great internet, my lewd thoughts can be constantly renewed.

When I graduated from junior high school, a few internet cafes had already sporadically opened in our county. During the winter break of my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased. By the winter break of my second year of high school, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few other classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Spring Festival that year. Under Xiao Dao's guidance, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then, Xiao Dao handed me a small note: "Bro, I've got something good for you to look at!"

Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC programming, so I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily typed a few characters on the keyboard, following Xiao Dao's instructions step by step (hehe, if you smile knowingly when you see this URL, it proves you, like S-kun, experienced that era). After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully, "Done. Pick what you like to look at." After saying that,

Xiao Dao turned his head and focused on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it, and lo and behold, he had already quickly opened a picture. The picture showed a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman who was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's on that website I just gave you, you can look at it yourself."

I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and clumsily operated the mouse and keyboard. I clicked on the adult literature section, browsed through it, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly clicked on the incest literature section and opened a story called "My Mother," reading it voraciously...

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Dao patted my shoulder, "Brother, let's go back?" He then leaned closer. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao had sharp eyes and had already seen the content—"Son, You Can Shoot Inside Today," an early and well-known incestuous story about mother and son, and one of the few at the time that focused on anal sex. For a little pervert like me, obsessed with the tight anus of his mother, it was truly a feast.

Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Bro, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, son fucking mom's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite satisfying." He then glanced sideways at my bulge, gave me a knowing, knowing smirk.

I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit surprised. Turns out this guy has similar tastes to me. No wonder he found me those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he's into that kind of guy too! But right now, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. After reading over ten incestuous stories, my dick had gone from hard to soft and then hard again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my pent-up desires on my mother's voluptuous, mature body.

After calming my agitated dick down, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing pool again, and Xiao Dao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really wasn't in the mood. What entertainment could compare to the unbearable pleasure brought by my mother's warm lips, wet and slippery vagina, and soft and tender anus?!

I made up a random excuse, and without waiting for them to stop me, I hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was very windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, occasionally lifting my buttocks to adjust—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched very tight in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually took ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, my lust-driven mind still made it feel like hours had passed. I clumsily leaned the bike against the wall and ran upstairs in a few strides.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague of my father's is getting married, and he went to help drive them pick up relatives. My older brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past 3 PM now, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. I assume my mother is home alone.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw my father's suede shoes lying on the floor beside my mother's ankle boots. I was stunned: Father home?! Damn!!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!"

"Yeah, Dad, weren't you helping out at Uncle Xu's son's wedding? Why are you back?" Disappointed, I slowly changed my shoes and asked my father listlessly.

My father was clearly in good spirits and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head, "Ah, several relatives from their hometown are going home after lunch. They said they'd come back before the main dinner. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I offered to take them. I can drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around 5 pm to take them to the hotel, saving me a lot of travel. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this." "Damn it,

what bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, but managed a weak reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen her since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 pm, she had just tidied up the house. She's probably tired and went to bed."

"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time," I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always speaks of me with great pride. Whenever he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun toys he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father has no idea that I, his proud son, have gradually replaced his position and role in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he had never touched, have become the playground for my unrestrained penis. I've put his gentle and virtuous wife in all sorts of lewd and seductive positions on what was originally their bed and had sex with her countless times. And in his supposedly clean and comfortable home, there are traces of my mother and I indulging in passionate lovemaking everywhere—right here on the sofa he's sitting, I often sit comfortably, watching TV, while my mother, topless and wearing only sexy stockings and high heels, kneels between my legs, giving me oral sex—a royal treatment. This is something my father could never have imagined.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and relief: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say these words to my father, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in an animal pride. When facing my father, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I now understand a little why, even though no man would tolerate the shame of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, I naturally couldn't go into her bed to enjoy her mature and alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep because my aroused desires hadn't been released. I tiptoed to the door, peeked through a crack, and saw my father smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the desk drawer, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient for him and my mother to have sex, so I'd have her take off her worn pantyhose for me to masturbate with. This year, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but honestly, I still prefer pantyhose on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to play with, rather than holding them alone in my hands for masturbation.

I slipped one leg of the ultra-thin grey pantyhose, which still carried the faint scent of my mother's skin, onto my hand, and began to stroke my erect penis up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose and brought it to my face, smelling and licking it.

Ever since my fetish for stockings was discovered, my mother had specially asked a Hong Kong manager at her hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of relatively good quality—of course, not cheap either—the material was smooth and soft, enveloping my mother's plump and fleshy legs. Touching them always made me intoxicated. When I made love with my mother, I almost always had one hand on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, caressing them.

Unable to enjoy my mother's voluptuous body now, I could only masturbate with her stockings. I needed to calm my throbbing penis down first… So, while smelling and licking, my hand continued moving. My once-aggressive penis ejaculated a large gush of thick, white semen through my mother's sheer stockings, slowly subsiding.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked grey stockings haphazardly under the bed, and crawled under the covers. Feeling much calmer after releasing my pent-up emotions, I soon fell asleep. I

opened my eyes again to find my father shaking me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"

"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick people up. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."

"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but my father's words immediately woke me up, and I immediately objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine then. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few of Lao Xu's relatives. You and your mother should pay attention to the time. The banquet is set for 6:30, so don't be too late. I'll be going now."

I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room when she responded, and then my father left.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a thin thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, then rushed across the living room, opened my mother's bedroom door, and dashed onto her bed.

My mother seemed to be getting up, sitting against the headboard getting dressed, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in the air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When are you going to learn to be a little more composed?" she said, shaking off half of the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?" After all,

she was my mother; her first thought was that I was cold. I chuckled, slipped under the covers, and immediately snuggled up to her, planting a big kiss on her fair cheek.

I had just been lying in bed for a while. My mother's voluptuous body, clad only in her underwear, was warm and soft, pressed against me almost without any gap. It felt incredibly comfortable to hold her.

I wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist and pulled her back into the covers. My mother chuckled softly and reached out to hug my neck, bringing her lips to mine.

I didn't hesitate to capture her moist, red lips with my own, my tongue skillfully venturing into her mouth, finding her soft, moist tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored her mature, voluptuous body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear in Mandarin, but I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised this question, as many places call them cotton undershirts and thermal underwear, and that's what I call them in my hometown too). With her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, stockings and pantyhose became almost a standard part of my mother's wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother wore a pair of flesh-colored, sheer, crystal-clear stockings under her underwear.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful, stockinged legs, and eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I fully savored the warm, fleshy scent emanating from my mother's body and the smooth, delicate feel of the stockings on my tongue and lips, leaving wet streaks on her flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, melodious moans that seemed to be both resisting and welcoming.

When my tongue passed over the lace trim at the top of my mother's stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through the thin layer of silk floss, I diligently licked the indentation between my mother's plump mounds. Soon, a large patch of her panties was soaked, thanks not only to my saliva but also to the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother.

After giving her oral sex through her panties for a while, I slightly raised my head and used my teeth to bite the elastic band of her panties, trying to pull them off. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last layer of protection around her vulva.

My hands caressed her smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs, and I buried my head between her legs again. My tongue parted her already wet vulva and entered her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape as I explored its depths. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under my oral stimulation, my mother's initial low humming grew increasingly rapid, gradually transforming into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, fueling my growing desire.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis harden and throb slightly, I finally pulled my head out of the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's small mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flavor. Then, I eagerly parted her legs and thrust my hot, erect penis into her already wet and juicy vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina couldn't possibly be as tight as the young women described in books. However, the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly, the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrusting in and out of my own mother's vagina was irreplaceable by any other sensation. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each touch, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

Caught up in the moment, I bent down and hoisted my mother's long, slender, silk-stockinged legs onto my shoulders, then lowered my head and gently bit her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. She cried out in surprise, looking up to see my wicked grin. She pinched my chest, both amused and annoyed, "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's...off off?!"

I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed her rounded thighs, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing her wet, swollen vulva to my gaze. With a sudden thrust, my thick penis, glistening with the secretions of both mother and son, forced open her half-open labia and plunged fully into her.

My mother groaned softly, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doting son thrust wildly into her, releasing his lust. From her angle, she could see the glistening fluid on the veiny shaft of her penis as it withdrew from her lips, adding another layer of blush to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, my mother's moans grew louder. I held up my mother's plump, smooth, silk-stockinged legs, thrusting my penis vigorously into her honey pot while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate little feet, which I had lifted into the air. This caused my mother to add a few ticklish giggles to her moans, and amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my saliva all over her beautiful legs covered in flesh-colored sheer stockings.

After thrusting violently on my mother hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had held up for a while, patted her fair buttocks, signaling her to lie on her side, and then pulled the corner of the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled and glanced at me, praising me, "Good son, you know how to care for others now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her voluptuous, silk-stockinged legs. I knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, easily penetrating to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her vulva. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets from the gap between my mother and me. Meanwhile, I sat on her other leg, which was encased in smooth silk stockings, rubbing against her buttocks and inner thigh with my movements. The smooth, soft sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, further arousing my lust.

However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes while thrusting in and out of my mother's wet and slippery vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath. Partly, my mother's legs were getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own back and legs were aching and numb.

After resting for a bit, I had my mother turn over and raise one leg instead. I rubbed my erect penis, covered in secretions, against my mother's stockings, pressed it against her light brown anus, which was already soaked with her vaginal fluids, and with a little force, the large, shiny, purplish-red glans forced its way through the tight but soft anus, slowly plunging completely between my mother's two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was very experienced with anal sex, I couldn't just rush in like I had with vaginal penetration.

My mother let out a long breath, adjusted to the full and hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, indicating that I could move.

Having received my mother's permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with my mother's soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, and with each thrust of my penis, her smooth, plump buttocks trembled, accompanied by soft moans of "Ah... Ah..."

Her long hair cascaded onto the pillow as her body writhed, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes half-open, occasionally furrowing her brow at my vigorous movements. She looked both delicate and alluring, stimulating me to become even more ferocious, and her moans grew louder. My thick

penis slid in and out between my mother's white, plump buttocks, each thrust penetrating to the hilt, stretching her tender anus even wider. When I pulled out, the menacing purplish-red glans made my mother's small anus bulge from the cleft of her buttocks, the elastic anal flesh gripping my penis, sending me a warm and soft, wonderful sensation.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, fleshy aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into her tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing her snow-white body writhe with each powerful thrust, her full breasts and buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft sensation of her flesh beneath me, suddenly gave me an inexplicable urge. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's smooth

, white buttocks. With a crisp "smack," her white buttocks trembled violently, and the low moan my mother had been deliberately suppressing suddenly rose, a groan that seemed to be in pain escaping her red lips and dissipating into the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed gaze, I relaxed my initial trepidation, chuckled, and began to thrust mercilessly into her round, white buttocks, pumping forcefully in and out of her mature anus, turning her tender asshole red. While manipulating my mother's soft, supple anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her plump buttocks, which trembled with each thrust. Soon, her once snow-white buttocks were stained with a vibrant color. With each slap, my mother's moans grew increasingly loud.

Heh, it seems novels truly are derived from life but transcend it; even the most absurd and erotic novels are no exception. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic pleasures of some novel heroines, I could feel her snow-white buttocks spasm and tighten every time I slapped her bottom—I didn't dare use too much force, afraid she'd get angry—the soft flesh of her buttocks would grip my penis tightly, making me feel so good I almost foamed at the mouth—of course, I was referring to my penis!

I looked down and saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, like a thin red thread around my penis. With a gentle pull of my glans, her soft anus opened, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh, twitching slightly on my penis, ripe and tempting.

At this moment, my mother's legs had come down, and she was lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump, snowy buttocks arching back as far as she could. I remained kneeling on my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged leg, my hands gripping her warm, plump buttocks. With a thrust of my penis, her anus immediately tightened, drawing it into her flesh. Her tender anus gripped my shaft tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base. My entire penis was enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, tight and slippery.

Holding my mother's plump buttocks, and with each rapid thrust, her body trembled even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and alluring expression, her wet anus clenching my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—"

The rings of tender flesh on her intestinal walls rubbed against the glans, sending a blissful, intoxicating sensation through me. My mother's cheeks were flushed, her hands gripping the headboard, her plump, white buttocks twisting vigorously to meet my thrusts. The flesh of her buttocks slapped loudly against my lower abdomen, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluid.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."

My mother was clearly aroused, saying haltingly, "I'm your...good son...you're Mom's too..."

Her moans grew more rapid, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling under the thrusts of my penis. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long; now, my penis was deep inside her rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it, constantly writhing. I immediately released my pent-up ejaculation deep within her intestines.

This ejaculation was unusually heavy. I lay on top of my mother, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs rubbing against her shapely thighs clad in stockings. I squinted, savoring the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks, pressed beneath me, trembled and twitched, occasionally clenching my still-erect penis to squeeze out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over ourselves, covering ourselves completely, and turned to kiss her. She turned her face to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her wet, soft tongue until a soreness rose in my neck. Reluctantly, I released her lips, rolled off her, and lay beside her.

My mother turned and smiled gently at me. "We should get up now," she said, "let's get ready and go to the hotel."

"Hmm," I nodded, got up and started getting dressed. My mother put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I went back to my room to get dressed, and then my mother and I went out and hailed a taxi to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, my father was already sitting there, chatting and smoking with a group of colleagues. I went over to greet him, but he waved to my mother and me dismissively and went back to his conversation.

My mother and I smiled at each other, found our seats, and sat down. A little while later, my brother arrived, but he didn't say much before my father called him to their table to drink. As my father's colleagues at the table said, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now, it's time for him to have a drink."

Actually, my brother drinks with his classmates when they go out to eat at the sports school, and my parents probably know this but turn a blind eye.

Enough of the small talk. After a while, the banquet started. Since I was sitting at a table with a group of aunts and uncles, no one was drinking, so I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was well-heated and crowded, so the bride wore a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and a hint of her ample bosom. The bridesmaids were rather plump and clearly not as attractive as the bride. I maliciously speculated that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive to be her foil.

The bride was standing next to me while toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and shapely. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me. After

the bride finished toasting and left, I was turning my head to admire her curvaceous back, especially her round and pert buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me. I turned back and saw my mother's pouty profile. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; she

was jealous, wasn't she? I whispered in her ear that she should find me in the restroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the restroom. I walked around the restroom first—good, no one was there. I went back to the door and patiently waited for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, my mother blushed and lightly spat, "You naughty son, you're getting more and more irresponsible! What did you call me here for? To go see someone's bride!"

"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell vinegar?" I grinned and leaned closer, hugging my mother tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hand away, "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!"

"Okay, let's go inside then. I've checked, no one's in." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of our home, there were so many people at the banquet, and someone could walk in at any moment. Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite a hassle. My mother was very worried, holding my hand to stop me from doing anything inappropriate, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and faded. You should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride."

Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself, and said to my mother with a serious face, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful and loving woman in the world. Having you is enough for me for the rest of my life. How could I possibly want another woman?!"

My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a clichéd line that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make her heart flutter for a mother who had never received a sweet word from my father.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face, her shy and hesitant expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I became even more aroused and reached out to undo her belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge myself in this situation. In the end, she persuaded me, who was driven by lust, to give her oral sex without taking off my clothes.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees and stood there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating in the afternoon, I had only wiped my genitals briefly, and there were still some marks left from our intercourse on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, my mother will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite uneasy about making such a request for the first time, but my mother hesitated for a moment and then agreed. However, that was because I had given my mother an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But since it was only stained with some semen and nectar, my mother naturally didn't mind.

First, she licked my entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it glisten with oil. Then, my mother took the menacing glans into her mouth and began to move it back and forth, letting my penis slide in and out of her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis move in and out between my mother's red lips, and with my mother trying to make me ejaculate as quickly as possible, she would use the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and the shaft while simultaneously stroking my testicles with her hand. With my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved significantly, and she can now accommodate my thick, long penis penetrating her throat. So, my mother would sometimes open her mouth wide and vigorously stroke my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of my penis being gripped by her tight throat. Other times, she would use the tip of her tongue to slightly open my urethral opening and brush it back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly in pleasure.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, despite having just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate again, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I was about to give in and sucked even harder. Finally, a strong tingling sensation shot through my glans in her mouth, and I began to ejaculate my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see my mother's throat moving rhythmically with each ejaculation, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother released my semi-erect penis and carefully used her tongue to scoop up all the remaining semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneeling submissively beside me, performing this lewd service, I felt my still-soft penis, after ejaculating, still had the slightest urge to rise again.

My mother suddenly flicked my wet penis lightly. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Now hurry up and get dressed and get out of here."

I chuckled foolishly and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was around. I went to the door, looked around, and then turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, then looked back at herself in the bathroom mirror to tidy her clothes and hair. Only when she felt everything was alright did she let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that I would study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. To be honest, since we had an intimate physical relationship, I'm not as fearful of my mother's lectures as before. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could throw a little tantrum and give her a cold shoulder. But now, if I dare to show the slightest impatience, it's my mother who gets the tantrum and the cold shoulder, and she has her trump card—she won't let me touch her. So, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I could only listen respectfully to my mother's nagging.

I affectionately linked arms with my mother and walked back to our seats. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own mischievous sons, who were always causing trouble in their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a relationship as good as ours. I feigned a shy smile, glanced at my mother, and chuckled inwardly. You wouldn't believe how much better my mother and I are in bed!

Amidst the lively clamor of the banquet, I felt nothing. My bewildered eyes stared at my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away…

Chapter Four:

Time passed quietly like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body supporting my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. That year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was waiting at home for the results. Our school didn't let out for summer break until late July, and the new semester would begin again in less than a month. Although some people sighed, the students had already mentally prepared themselves under the constant admonitions of their teachers and parents: the year before the college entrance exam, give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to the homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he announced the dismissal, the whole class scattered like birds in a swarm. I returned home from school excitedly. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all. My father had stopped driving long-distance buses and was now working in an office, not at our county's main station, but in a more economically developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went as planned, he'd be back at his unit in the next couple of days after receiving his acceptance letter, and then I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, the early admission results were released a couple of days later, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy. It was a happy result for everyone; my parents were beaming. My brother, however, seemed a little distracted and didn't go out with his friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

But whatever my brother thought, getting into university was something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the next couple of days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

After booking the hotel, my father, beaming with health that evening, accepted every toast from friends and relatives, drinking himself into a stupor. My brother was also given a considerable amount of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother had also had a little, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into a taxi, while my brother staggered in on his own.

When we arrived home, both my father and brother were asleep, my father occasionally smacking his lips and mumbling incoherently, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy-bodied men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at me. "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, wrapped my arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!"

My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more beautiful than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing beneath her milky white silk shirt, creating rounded, high curves. Her form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, and her shapely calves, encased in sheer light gray stockings, peeked out from under the hem. A pair of pointed black high heels further emphasized the curves of her body, making my heart burn with desire. My penis, dormant for days, began to stir restlessly in my pants.

I shamelessly leaned closer, pressing my face against my mother's soft, fragrant body. One hand encircled her waist, while the other, through her clothes, caressed her soft, full buttocks. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if it's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." With that, I took her earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, already a little feverish from drinking, was touched and kissed by me, and after my pleading, she hesitated only slightly before I pulled and pushed her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time I could remove her upper garments. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly. I pounced on her, burying my head between her full breasts, and began to suckle vigorously on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump white breast.

While nursing, I reached for her other breast, and with a little pressure, the soft, white flesh squeezed out between my fingers, rippling with a seductive, alluring wave.

My mother's mature and beautiful body, after being relentlessly explored by me for over two years, had become increasingly sensitive. This was evident in the rapidly hardening nipples on my tongue, and her suppressed, soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. My

tongue continued to tease her erect nipples, and I rolled her skirt up to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in sheer light gray stockings and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove her clothes piece by piece. Amidst her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her stockings, then hastily pulled aside her already damp panties, and pulled down my own pants. Freed from the constraints of my underwear, my engorged penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, picking up some glistening, sticky nectar, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open my mother's thick labia and penetrated all the way to the bottom of her honey hole. The intense thrusting made my mother let out a soft moan, a sound that was both painful and not painful, but then, with each powerful thrust of my penis, a deliberately suppressed sweet moan began to emanate from my mother's throat.

Perhaps because I was thinking of my father and brother, who lived just a wall away, I was particularly excited this time making love with my mother. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her hips. Especially each time my penis was withdrawn from my mother's honey hole, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls sucking and wrapping around my penis, as if they didn't want to let it go.

Since my mother was so fully engaged, I naturally wanted to satisfy her as well. I thrust my hips forward, aiming for a deep, forceful penetration each time, making her hips sway and her breasts shake. This allowed me to release the pent-up desire of the past few days. Under my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned incessantly. Her warm, slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis, and the slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable. The head of my penis rubbed against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls, feeling wonderfully comfortable.

After nearly a hundred powerful thrusts in one go, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and leaving my mother's vagina, admiring the seductive movements of my mature and beautiful mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted her beautiful legs, encased in thin stockings, onto my shoulders, and while thrusting like a pile driver, I turned my head to gently lick and nibble on her rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray stockings. As I thrust forcefully, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled as I lifted her into the air. Her vulnerable and helpless appearance only fueled my arousal.

Lowering her two plump, long, silk-stockinged legs, I lightly patted her buttocks. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart. From the crotch of her pantyhose, which I had previously torn, her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, slowly pulsating with each breath, were fully revealed before me.

I chuckled silently. To see my usually reserved and chaste mother now so obediently submitting and fawning must have been an immense, indescribable satisfaction for any man with a mother complex—especially since I was probably still a middle school student.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, plump buttocks, I pressed my grotesque, purple glans, smeared with secretions from both my mother and myself, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother instinctively relaxed her anal muscles, and my dark penis, which seemed unusually large for her small anus, easily disappeared into her two snow-white, full buttocks until it was fully inside.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment. Even though I was very experienced, I needed to let my mother adjust to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over my mother's smooth, bare back and stroked and played with her full breasts and plump buttocks and beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk stockings. Especially as a stocking and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth, soft, ultra-thin silk stockings were something I could never get tired of playing with.

After my hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, her breathing became erratic again. She turned her head and said to me, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or it'll be terrible if your dad and brother find out." That's what she said, but judging from the way she couldn't help but gently twist her waist and her eyes, which were full of lust and almost dripping with desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itch inside her body. It seems that after so much of my tireless exploration of her anus, anal sex has become more stimulating for my mother than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother has taken the initiative, and my penis, inserted in her anus, is throbbing and desperately needs release, I naturally turned my attention back to her. Grabbing her soft, plump buttocks, I began a frenzied assault, thrusting wildly into her warm, tight anus. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The way her anus tightened and relaxed in sync with my movements gave me even greater pleasure, further fueling my arousal. Each time her snow-white, round, plump buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This moan excited me even more; my thrusting became faster and more powerful, each stroke feeling as if I wanted to squeeze my testicles into her anus, relentlessly releasing my energy and desire within her soft, supple anus.

The sounds of flesh colliding and the lewd "slap slap" of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's anus were incessant. After nearly ten minutes of this intense rhythm, I was finally about to climax. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed violently against my hard glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body. The moans of "Mmm... Ah..." emanating from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me further stimulated me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her anus, ejaculating a stream of hot semen into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then contentedly withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis. As my penis was withdrawn, a stream of white semen slowly flowed from my mother's still slightly closed, tender anus. She let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless allure and satisfaction.

Lying beside her, I reached out and embraced her neck, kissing her full, red lips deeply, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering pleasure. One leg instinctively straddled her, enjoying the pleasure of my skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks, leaving patches of stain on the sheer gray stockings that clung tightly to her full hips. After

a while of this comfortable rest, we suddenly heard the door creak open. Startled, my mother and I sat bolt upright. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door hadn't been closed properly and was now swaying in the wind.

My mother got up from my bed, took off the gray stockings I'd torn at the crotch, and muttered a complaint as she straightened her clothes. She said I'd been too reckless, not even closing the door properly, and that it would be terrible if my father and brother got up to use the bathroom and found out. Of course, I acted like a good son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing about what clothes and stockings she should wear next time we made love…

My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then forgot about it, quickly falling asleep after relaxing.

When I woke up, it was already past seven in the morning. I got up and took a shower, and halfway through, my mother called me from outside to hurry up, saying breakfast was ready.

Walking into the living room with my wet hair, I saw my father sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked around, and it turned out my father was doing alright; my brother still hadn't gotten up.

It wasn't until lunchtime that my mother woke him up, but judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still quite drunk. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but he just seemed listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much and he'd be fine after a rest.

Back at the table, my mother couldn't help but complain to my father, but he had recovered by midday, smiling and not angry at all, nodding repeatedly and promising not to let my brother drink too much again, making it impossible for my mother to stay angry.

After lunch, my father rested briefly before going back to work, while my mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play World of Warcraft—my parents' income is quite good now, and we've bought quite a few things for our home, including an air conditioner and a computer.

I was engrossed in playing computer games with my headphones on when someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over and saw it was my brother. He seemed awake, but his expression was quite serious. I was focused on conquering Azeroth and didn't think much of it, casually asking, "Brother, you're up? What's up?" without stopping my hands.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I tried to brush him off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she got back.

He said he had something important to say, but once I sat down and looked at him, he fell silent again, not saying a word for a long time, just staring at me with a strange look—how should I put it—a mixture of emotions that made me a little uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?" Seeing that he still didn't speak, I added casually, "If you're not busy, don't block my computer time, otherwise Mom will nag me for ages when she gets back..."

"What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring intently at me.

"...Oh my god. What do you mean, what's going on between me and Mom?!" My mind went blank for a moment, and I repeated what my brother had said, but my tongue started to tie itself in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and quite cool, when my mind finally caught up, cold sweat instantly soaked my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

“On the day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom talking in the hotel bathroom. I just thought it was strange at the time. But later I found this by chance in your room.” The brother reached out his hand, which had been behind his back, and poured out a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose with glaringly solidified yellowish-white semen stains on it.

My mind worked quickly at that moment, and I immediately remembered that these were the pantyhose I used to masturbate with during the New Year. I think I threw them under my desk after using them and never remembered to put them away again, and my brother had found them.

"Now I'm starting to get suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually, actually do... that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed, it seemed that the truth he had discovered had a great impact on him.

"...You, you saw it last night?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself. Although it was a question, I already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some reason I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. When I saw that Mom wasn't in the room, I went to your room and opened the door a crack to peek, and... I saw it, you and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did I feel like there was a hint of jealousy in my brother's tone when he said this?!

Then, we brothers fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and asked my brother in a low voice, "Are you planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, then gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... please, please don't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression shifted between light and dark. He thought for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice frighteningly dry, just like mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the immense shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother even couldn't help but imagine himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to bring her, now displaying her mature and alluring charm, to ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back any longer and secretly took my mother's panties and stockings back to his room to masturbate. My brother

blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, he just wanted to share in my mother's beautiful flesh. I first breathed a huge sigh of relief—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous scandal with my mother being discovered by others—but then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a kind of pleading, the thought of my mother's plump, soft body being wantonly played with by another man made me... Even though that "other man" shared the same identity as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as I let my woman serve another man.

After thinking for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If... if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become a scandalous laughingstock. And... actually, it's not entirely your fault. After all, Mom has always loved you so much since you were little, and your relationship has always been so good. A moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my direct gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother is the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home. I also resembled my mother more, and was much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were consistently excellent, so I was always more favored by the elders than my brother. My brother, on the other hand, was naturally quiet and reserved, and his grades weren't great. Fortunately, he was very active; otherwise, according to our parents, they planned for him to attend vocational high

school and take over our father's job. However, my brother and I always had a very good relationship. Especially when I was little, because I was pretty but short, I would always cry and run to my brother whenever I was bullied. He always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into trouble together, he would always take the blame, for which he received many beatings as a child.

When I started school, my brother continued to be my protector at school. Also, whenever I got good grades, he would just smile foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise and self-criticism—he was proud of his "successful" younger brother. In front of me, he never put on airs like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like a parent.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother's unforgivable and immoral affair with his younger brother, he still seemed fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my scattered thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. How about this, I'll talk to Mom later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Um, why don't you spend a couple of days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up in disbelief. "You…you, you mean…?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." Only after saying that did I realize how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Anyway, you should step aside for a bit. I think Mom needs some time... um, to think about it. But I believe Mom will agree." Seeing my brother's hesitant expression, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed feelings—damn, this whole thing makes it sound like I'm pimping for Mom!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—not that only the dead can keep secrets, I'm not going to kill my brother, am I?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, also Mom's son, so the benefits aren't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? Hehehe... With

the weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed and some lewd thoughts immediately popped into my head. Hehe, I'm so wicked!

Lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked me curiously, "Ah Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's disgusting."

Me: ...

When Mother returned in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his demands.

Unsurprisingly, Mother's reactions—from panic and shock to anger, shame, and sadness, to resignation—were all within my expectations. Knowing her personality, she would rather die than let anyone know about our incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became the only option. Especially when I said, "The best way to keep someone's secret is to make that secret their secret too," Mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew her well enough that she would most likely agree, and it was the safest solution, seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a sense of powerlessness—my mother would no longer belong solely to me. Fortunately, it was my own brother.

I shook my head with a wry smile, unsure what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with worry, also didn't want to speak, and an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a long while, I stammered, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go buy something from a restaurant?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness. Finally, she sighed, gritted her teeth as if making a major decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You…call your brother back, let's eat together. I'll go wash my face first."

After saying that, my mother turned and went into the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. About ten minutes later, the water stopped, and when my mother came out, her expression was normal.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, she called my name and smiled weakly, "Don't look so gloomy. The sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother to come home." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, tossing out a sentence as she turned away: "The truth will eventually come out. At least it's better than your dad finding out..."

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled bitterly and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate's house to ask him to come home. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in his voice.

When my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know whether to say that my mother had come to terms with things or given up on herself, but while waiting for my brother to come home, she made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived home, my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings like Chinese New Year, had already downed more than a bottle. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had taken on a faint pink hue.

I didn't dare stop her, nor did I want to, especially since I was already nearly emptying my second bottle of beer. Neither my mother nor I had any appetite for the food on the table.

Seeing my brother hesitate at the door, my mother beckoned to him, "Xiaojun, you're back. Come on... come sit down and have a drink with Mom."

My brother hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to my mother, opening a bottle of beer for himself.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

My brother, flustered, didn't even bother with a glass, clinking his glass with my mother's. My mother took a large gulp and gestured for him to drink quickly. My brother didn't dare say anything, chugging down half the bottle in one go. He drank too fast and coughed loudly as soon as he put the bottle down.

My mother leaned over to pat my brother's back. This action had a crucial effect: my brother's gaze, through the collar of her shirt, clearly saw the expanse of her full, white breasts and the deep cleavage outside her bra. This only made him cough harder.

My mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, large breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they were slightly sagging and the nipples were a darker color, even I, who was used to playing with and licking those two ample orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother, and went to pick up the shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother, and chuckled—even his baggy athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent mound between his legs.

My mother shoved me aside without even glancing at me, walked straight to my brother, cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands, and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mommy's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" She then stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her smooth, white flesh. Her manner was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. To be honest, even though I'd been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I'd never seen her act so wantonly. This was… so abnormal! And no matter how much she indulged my lewd behavior, she would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't know what my brother was thinking at that moment, only that his gaze seemed to be firmly fixed on my mother's high-raised breasts, his breathing heavier than if he'd just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled seductively, knelt down in front of my brother, and grabbed his hand, placing it on her breast. "How about it? You like Mommy's breasts, don't you? Your brother always likes to touch them. You should touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a word. Instead, the hand my mother had placed on his breast began to knead and squeeze her full, soft, snow-white flesh.

It was only then that I regained some of my senses and went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed to suggest that she had given up on herself. Otherwise, given her originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a lewd and obsequious gesture.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him, Mom will serve you well today. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. And do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert, he likes to fuck women's assholes the most, he's fucked Mom's asshole so loose. Or are you different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt? Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

My mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost crazed. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—my mother had broken down! (An untimely interjection: those evil readers who think this is about a broken mother can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a small spoiler before the finale, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frenzied outburst. We rushed forward, each supporting her on either side, holding her and trying to comfort her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue screaming; she simply slumped weakly in our arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, our eyes welled up with tears too. Eventually, it became a situation where my brother and I cried and apologized to our mother, the three of us weeping together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the curtains were drawn; the house was quite soundproof, otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy our house was.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down a bit. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer, Mom wants to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns confessing our guilt and our infatuation with our mother. She, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened up to us: the incestuous relationship with me had always been a lingering cloud over her heart, and the fact that my brother had discovered it and wanted to have incest with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that cloud. In truth, my mother knew there were no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began from the overcast sky.

However, after this outburst, my mother's heart felt like the sun had cleared after the rain. The reality before her left her with no other choice. Therefore, finding solace and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape; if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." And finally, fueled by alcohol, my mother, with a hint of shyness, confessed that since her incestuous relationship with me, the desires of her mature body had spread like wildfire. And since my father had a lover outside, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. My mother had only casually draped her shirt over her shoulders, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, constantly assaulting my brother and me to look at her.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking. I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, while gesturing

for my brother to join me. Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher hand rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing her to let out a soft moan.

I released her nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bedroom and onto the bed."

My mother giggled and agreed, standing up and pulling my brother towards the master bedroom. My brother followed behind her, his face flushed, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was eager to follow her when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your brother and I be alone today... you know..." My mother hesitated, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could speak, she quickly turned and closed the door, locking it as she did so. Before she closed it, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a sheepish yet smug smile from inside the room.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and turned away to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, as well as the sounds of flesh colliding.

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman making love, a smile began to creep onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very erotic!

Epilogue 1: In

2002-2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in my family:

1. In July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I arrived in the provincial capital in September to begin my studies.

2. Construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which had started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So, after military training ended in October, my older brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same university town.

3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care anyway—to quit his job in our hometown and come to the provincial capital. He took over a hotel near the university town—my uncle asked an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could work while taking care of my brother and me nearby.

Epilogue 2:

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that swept the country was basically under control. Our school lifted the lockdown and prepared for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting my classmates who were cheering for their liberation, humming a tune softly as I excitedly headed towards the hotel my mother ran. This lockdown lasted for almost a month, meaning I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month—the longest interval since our incestuous relationship.

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month, using her ripe, juicy vagina, tight anus, and rosy, alluring lips to receive my brother's and my semen, helping us release our youthful desires. Many of my classmates joked that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother, to which I always laughed and said it was maternal love, something you heartless, calcium-deficient, love-starved beasts would never understand.

Thinking of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her ripe, alluring body, especially her plump, long, irresistibly alluring legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel a dryness in my throat. I quickly calmed myself down—the main street was crowded, and it would be incredibly embarrassing if someone noticed I had an erection. However, my pace unconsciously quickened.

Not long after leaving the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel sign. The door was tightly shut; it seemed closed for the day—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic, business was slow, and my mother, fearing infection, had given the hotel staff a day off. It would probably be a few more days before reopening.

Hehe, but it would be even better if only my mother was there; I could enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, unlocking the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's teasing voice through the door, mixed with the sounds of flesh colliding. I was startled at first, then realized: my brother had beaten me to it.

I grinned mischievously, but instead of opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately yelling in a gruff voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You always pull this trick, don't you get tired of it..." I only

managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and gone in, pretending to shield my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore, and don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so unrefined! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

I was speaking to my brother, but my eyes kept darting over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded down her snow-white, bare back; because she was turning her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed down beneath her, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric taut over her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; her two plump, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark legs, making the skin exposed from the crotch of her pantyhose appear exceptionally white and delicate; her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in the coffee-colored pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring...

I felt a heat and swelling in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting and joking. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and with my monstrous, furious purple glans erect, I straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs.

Originally, my brother and mother were in a woman-on-top position, but when I pressed down on them, my mother's buttocks sank down, swallowing another part of my brother's thick, long penis. Both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "You're welcome!" Taking a break from my busy schedule, I gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

But before she could speak, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, my glans pressing against her soft, shiny anus, which was already glistening with bodily fluids. With a slight push, accompanied by my mother's suppressed moan, my thick, dark penis disappeared between my mother's plump, silky buttocks, and then began to thrust in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely needing to move. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tension caused by the simultaneous insertion of my young, thick penis into her from both ends allowed my brother to enjoy the pleasure of his penis being swallowed and released by her vagina, while leisurely reaching out to play with her swaying, full breasts.

I rode inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was so tired I suggested we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up and lifted my mother's two beautiful legs in stockings, like he was changing a child's diaper. Although I'd grown rapidly in the last two years and wasn't much shorter than my brother, in terms of strength, I could only feel envy and resentment towards him, a basketball professional.

After lifting my mother, my brother adjusted her position, and with her cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered her anus. With my brother holding her legs apart, her wet, honeyed vulva was fully exposed before me in this shameful posture. Her thick labia were slightly parted, revealing the tender, red flesh inside, glistening with spring water.

My mother gently bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and with a "whoosh," easily inserted my entire penis into my mother's wet, slippery vagina. I reached out to help lift her plump, long thighs, and my brother and I took turns thrusting in and out of her two fleshy holes...

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded my mother's mature, voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the energy accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it, but my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus were all covered in our semen, and the sheets were a mess. My brother and I, who were equally obsessed with my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, made her change into several different pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each pair soaked in semen. My mother's vagina and anus were also red and swollen...

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I leaned over and kissed my mother, "Mom, I love you to death!" "Me too, Mom," my brother said, squeezing in at me.

"Good son, Mom loves...loves you both too!" After saying this, she kissed my brother and me on the forehead, then smiled gently.

Yes, Mother loves us very much, although this maternal love exceeds the bounds of social ethics and morality. Perhaps a few years ago, when Mother tacitly allowed me to rub against her lap and ejaculate, this maternal love began to spiral out of control, but—I love this feeling of being out of control!

Chapter One

"Then I'm leaving now." Father put down his chopsticks, patted his belly with satisfaction, said goodbye to Mom and me, picked up his clothes from the coat rack by the door, and prepared to leave.

Mother also put down her chopsticks, helping Father with his luggage while reminding him to be careful and take care of himself while traveling. Father chuckled and replied, "Alright, alright, I'm away on the road for most of the year, what's there to worry about?" Although he said that, Father was clearly very pleased with Mother's concern. I got up to help my mother pack her luggage. My father patted my shoulder: "Son, with Dad not home and your brother living at school, you're the only man in the house. You need to listen to your mother, help her out, study hard, and don't let her worry about you." I nodded. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom while you're away." I glanced meaningfully at my mother, who clearly understood the implication, a blush rising on her fair face. My father, oblivious, nodded and took the handbag from my mother. "I'm leaving now. You'll have to work hard these days." My mother waved her hand. "I'm not tired. But you, drive carefully. It's okay to drive slowly, as long as you're safe." My father didn't say anything more, nodded to my mother and me, and turned to go downstairs.

I didn't go back to the dining table, but rushed to the balcony, anxiously peering out. After about two minutes, I saw my father appear downstairs. After he started the car, I waved vigorously. My father had obviously seen me too. He honked the horn twice, and the car slowly started moving, quickly turning out of the community gate and disappearing from sight.

"Whoa!" I yelled, frantically kicking my shorts off the ground as I rushed to the kitchen. "Mom, Dad's gone!"

My mother turned around and saw that my pants were off, my half-erect penis dangling between my legs. Her face flushed, and she turned her head back, continuing her work, muttering, "What are you doing? Besides, your dad just left, and it's so early in the morning. You're trying to do...do that kind of thing, it's not good!"

I ignored my mother's insincere words. Although we had crossed that final line more than a year ago, my mother still couldn't shake her shy nature as a virtuous wife and loving mother. I had done oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex, but she was still ashamed to say the word "sex." But that was precisely my mother's charm. Although in bed my mother could abandon everything and cater to my lewd thoughts and desires as a mature woman simply yearning for sex, she would still blush when I brazenly exposed my penis, so familiar with every orifice on her body, even when it was just the two of us.

I chuckled, "Mom, Dad's been home for three days this time, and I've been really pent up. Besides, I'm off today, so you have to let me have my way... have some fun."

Hearing this, my mother gave me a loving look and nodded gently.

I walked behind my mother and lifted her nightgown. My mother slightly parted her legs, her hands supporting her on the edge of the sink, leaning forward, silently cooperating with my movements. I easily pulled my mother's pink cotton panties down to her ankles. My mother lifted her leg and took her right foot out of the panties. I simply let the rolled-up panties hang on my mother's left ankle. Hehe, this looked rather lewd, more arousing than if she were completely naked.

Holding my mother's plump, soft waist, I hooked a small stool to the side and stood on it. My mother twisted her waist, raising her full, white buttocks even higher towards me. Sigh, my father isn't short, and my mother, at 168cm, is tall and outstanding among women. My brother is also very tall, so why am I like a mule? I'm almost fifteen and still not as tall as my mother. I shook my head, dismissing my inappropriate little frustration, swallowed, and pressed my already hard, burning-hot penis, almost touching my stomach, against my mother's hidden paradise beneath the lush grass. The menacing purple glans slowly parted my mother's two dark red labia, and with a "whoosh," it plunged completely into my mother's not yet fully moist vagina. The layers of fleshy folds inside the cavity were forced open by my hard penis, and the intense friction almost made me ejaculate immediately, something I had been holding back for days.

After my penis was fully inserted, I paused for a moment. My mother relaxed her slightly tense muscles and slowly swayed her supple waist from side to side. I tried to reach my hand from under her crotch to the front to stimulate her clitoris. Soon, my sensitive mother's breathing became rapid. After a few more rubbings, my mother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Son, move, stop touching."

I naturally didn't refuse. I held my mother's soft, fleshy, white buttocks with both hands and began to thrust back and forth vigorously. My large penis, disproportionate to my size, thrust forcefully in and out of my mother's already sufficiently wet vagina, producing lewd sounds.

As my penis continued to move in and out of my mother's slippery vulva, a large amount of nectar overflowed from her two tender labia. While thrusting my penis, I reached out and dipped my hand in the glistening love juice to tease my mother's small, brown anus. Although I had been developing her for several years, after I reminded her, my mother often practiced Kegel exercises, which made her anus not only able to quickly and easily swallow my disproportionately large penis, but also maintain enough tightness and elasticity, which made me always love my mother's anus... uh... my dick.

It's strange, really. When my mother only allowed me to use her anus to release my desires, all I longed for was to possess her vagina like my father did. But after actually crossing that final line with my mother and invading her vagina, which had only ever received my father's penis for so many years, after the initial novelty wore off, I found that my mother's anus aroused me more. So now, when I have sex with my mother, I mostly prefer to fuck her anus. Maybe it's because I took her virginity from her anus, and for me, the feeling of conquest is greater when my penis enters her tight anus. My mother had no objection to this. After all, in her view, although she had repeatedly tolerated my increasingly outrageous lewd behavior out of pampering, until I finally succumbed to the abyss of incest, deep down, the naive mother still felt uneasy about her betrayal of her husband. Satisfying me through anal sex could slightly alleviate this guilt. After all, the reason my mother initially allowed me to have anal sex with her was because she felt that the anus was not a sexual organ, and that using her anus to receive her son's penis was no different from using her hands or legs to make me ejaculate—it didn't count as intercourse. Of course, now that I had fully explored all three of my body's orifices, my mother wouldn't have such a naive and almost ignorant thought, but compared to her vaginal openings, she was more accepting of anal sex.

But I digress. Let me bring my attention back to my mother's beautiful body before me. My mother's nightgown was rolled up to her armpits, and the back clasp of her pink bra was undone. I paused my lower body movements, pressing my entire body against my mother's smooth, bare back. My hands caressed her full breasts, playing with her plump, soft nipples, which were swollen like purple grapes. Occasionally, I squeezed and pulled them, eliciting soft moans from my mother.

I then explored her now soft and moist anus. Satisfied, I straightened up, pressed my mother's white, plump buttocks down further, adjusted my position, and pressed my large, menacing purple glans against her slightly wriggling anus. With a sudden burst of force, I forced open her small anus. My mother groaned, her body swaying slightly, her sphincter muscles tightly gripping the glans that had just entered her anus. But she quickly relaxed, and I felt the pressure at the tip of my penis ease slightly. Then I began to slowly apply force. The dense folds of my mother's anus were completely flattened, and her rectum twitched and convulsed, accepting the entry of the foreign object. I watched my dark, thick penis slowly disappear between my mother's fair, round buttocks. This lewd scene always excited me.

My mother moaned softly, and my hands, which had been resting on her buttocks, unconsciously tightened, my fingers sinking into her plump flesh. Only when I felt my lower abdomen pressing against her round buttocks did I exhale, stopping my penis from penetrating any further, allowing my mother some time to adjust. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's small earlobe, patting her buttocks to signal that I was about to move. My mother twisted her waist slightly. Without hesitation, I embraced my mother's snow-white buttocks and began thrusting my penis. My mother also tried to move her body to match my movements. Slowly, I held my mother's soft, plump body tightly, while my penis thrust heavily into her hot rectum, the intense movements producing a series of "slap! slap! slap" sounds of flesh colliding.

The more vigorously I fucked my mother, the more her snow-white, plump buttocks swayed, her thighs spread wide, making it easier for my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust. It felt incredibly good.

"Ah..." With my mother's twisting and shaking hips, I quickly reached my climax. I gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, trying to separate the two thick fleshy lips. After a violent thrust that felt like squeezing my testicles in, my penis sank completely into my mother's anus. Immediately afterward, white semen spurted from the tip of my penis, shooting deep into her rectum.

After ejaculating, I remained lying on my mother's back, my penis throbbing as it expelled the remaining semen deep into her anus. I squinted, enjoying the pleasure brought by the involuntary contractions and spasms of my mother's rectum after the ejaculation. The highly elastic anal walls firmly enveloped my penis, which slowly shrank after ejaculation. Knowing I hadn't released my pent-up desire on her for days, and that once wouldn't be enough, my mother obediently endured my thrusting.

Before long, my penis regained its strength, and without pulling out of her anus, I began to pump wildly, using the semen I'd previously ejaculated as lubrication. My mother responded with sweet moans…

That day, from morning until noon, I barely left my mother's beautiful body, ejaculating five times in her rectum and vagina. By the last time, the semen was quite thin, and my penis was red, swollen, and stinging from overuse. My mother was exhausted and in pain, eventually unable to maintain her kneeling position, her upper body lying on the sink, allowing me to thrust into her anus at will. Because I would leave my penis inside after ejaculating, continuing to enjoy the pleasure from my mother's anus or vaginal contractions, by the time I finally got off her, her vagina and anus were unable to close immediately, and I could see white semen slowly dripping from them. Later, my mother told me that for the next few days she had to be very careful when walking and doing things, because even the slightest exertion would cause thick semen to flow out of her vagina and anus. She changed her underwear very frequently during those days.

Around the same time, the hotel where my mother worked was selected as one of our city's reform and opening-up demonstration units and underwent restructuring. It received investment from a Hong Kong hotel and became a joint venture, resulting in significant changes in its management and operations. Because my mother was relatively young, had a striking figure and appearance, spoke good Mandarin, and was experienced, she was promoted to manager of the catering department.

This brought me a new benefit, because the hotel regulations required female employees to wear skirts with stockings or pantyhose and high heels. One day, when my mother came home to rest at noon and I was having sex with her, she hadn't changed out of her work uniform because she was a little late getting off work. I was surprised to find that my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs looked especially sexy against the backdrop of flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings and black high heels. The soft and silky stockings tightly wrapped my mother's slender and plump thighs, and they felt smooth and soft to the touch, which was very comfortable. Moreover, it was easier for me to have sex with my mother when she was wearing a skirt than when she was wearing pants. If I pulled out my penis and she put down her skirt, there would basically be no flaws.

For convenience and safety, my mother gradually got used to wearing skirts and stockings. This way, when I wanted to enjoy her anus or vagina, I only needed to lift her skirt and pull her underwear down a little. Basically, every day at noon when I came home from school, if my mother was cooking, I would rush into the room, throw down my schoolbag, close the door, enter the kitchen, take out my penis, lift her skirt and pull down her underwear, and thrust it into her. This series of actions was almost done in one go, taking no more than fifteen seconds. Every time, my mother would be startled by me, and her muscles would clench instinctively, making me shudder with pleasure as soon as I penetrated her.

After protesting this act of adultery, I restrained myself a little, but my mother had to accept the reality that I would have sex with her anus or vagina every noon. However, this meant that my mother changed her underwear much more frequently. Almost every pair of my mother's underwear had been soaked with semen from her anus or vagina (my mother didn't ask me to use condoms, mainly because she had her tubal ligation, which benefited me, as I always enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating inside her).

This gave me another opportunity. After my persistent persuasion, and because changing underwear several times a day was not only inconvenient but also likely to arouse suspicion from other family members, my mother finally shyly agreed to not wear underwear at home.

So every day after work, my mother would always rush to the bathroom to take off her underwear and put it in her bag. I also increasingly enjoyed silently going straight to the kitchen while my mother was cooking, closing the door, lifting my mother's skirt, and skillfully inserting my already hard penis into her anus or vagina. With one hand, I would knead my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs covered by pantyhose or stockings, and with the other hand, I would reach around to the front to play with my mother's full and soft breasts, while enjoying the pleasure that my penis received from my mother's tight anus or warm vulva.

When no one was home on weekends, my mother would wear stockings and pantyhose of various colors—black, white, and other colors—that I had specifically asked her to buy (back then, unlike now, nude-colored stockings were in fashion). She would pose in various lewd positions as I requested, allowing me to vent my youthful desires on her voluptuous body until the stockings were covered in semen that had flowed from her anus and vulva. I even tried inserting my penis directly into her anus while she was wearing pantyhose (not the open-crotch kind). The delicate silk wrapped around my penis, rubbing against her vaginal walls, and I felt so good that I almost ejaculated in a few strokes. That day, I ejaculated particularly violently, leaving a large pool of semen on the anal area of her ultra-thin black pantyhose. However, because this easily damaged the pantyhose, and the friction of the stockings against her rectum wasn't comfortable for her, she usually didn't approve of me doing this, only allowing me to do it once every one or two months.

That morning, as I was enthusiastically fucking my mother's plump buttocks encased in flesh-gray sheer open-crotch stockings, she turned her head to me, saying, while I was vigorously fucking her anus, "I got a call from your uncle yesterday. The apartment his company helped us with is finished, and we can pay and get the keys next month. You're off this weekend, right? Why don't you come with Mom to see the apartment?"

"Okay, but I don't know if it'll be as convenient in the new apartment. What will I do if I want Mom later?" I slowed down my thrusting in my mother's tight anus, feeling a bit unenthusiastic. "Hmm...

a little harder... silly child, as long as your dad is out driving, there will always be a chance. Besides, if all else fails, ah, I'll just wait until you're on vacation and go to a hotel so Mom can let you do it... oh, hurry up and do it, don't be late for school." Seeing that I was a little unhappy, my mother flattered me by contracting her anus a few times, squeezing me tightly for a good while.

I thrust in and out vigorously dozens of times, patting my mother's plump, silky buttocks: "Mom, lift your buttocks higher, and squeeze them like before."

My mother simply placed her hands on her knees, exposing her entire beautiful and alluring anus to me without any obstruction. At the same time, she forcefully contracted her sphincter muscles, tightly gripping my penis. It felt like a soft, warm little hand gripping my penis, moving tight and loose. A faint suction came from deep within my mother's anus, making my glans feel incredibly aroused.

I vigorously squeezed and kneaded my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks encased in flesh-gray pantyhose, feeling the silky smoothness and fleshiness through my fingertips. I thrust my hips rapidly back and forth, wantonly thrusting in and out of my mother's light brown anus, which was stretched smooth by my penis, occasionally inserting into my mother's nectar-filled vagina for lubrication. My mother, hands on her knees, arched her sexy, stockinged buttocks high, completely exposing her most private and sacred place to her son. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, obscuring her dreamy eyes and flushed, pale face. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft moans with each of my vigorous thrusts, making her unrecognizable from her former dignified and beautiful self.

In this position, so satisfying to conquer and exhausting, with one final, powerful thrust, my penis plunged deep into my mother's rectum, throbbing and ejaculating large gushes of white semen that pounded against her anal walls.

My hands sank deep into my mother's plump buttocks. My mother bent her legs slightly, her hands now supporting her on the ground, receiving the onslaught of her son's semen in a wanton and seductive pose. After ejaculating, I pulled my sticky penis out with a "pop" and casually smeared the semen and vaginal fluid stuck to it onto my mother's silk-stockinged legs. I then used my thumbs to pry open her slowly closing anus, watching the white semen slide down the red flesh, and smiled contentedly.

My mother straightened up at my signal, frowning as she touched the semen I had smeared on her groin. She tapped my forehead disapprovingly: "You little rascal, you love doing these disgusting things. Now I have to go to work with your filth on me again." I chuckled stupidly, not daring to answer. Once I was off my mother, our relationship returned to that of a normal mother and son. My mother remained gentle yet strict, and I was still that son who loved her but also feared her.

My mother quickly wiped our lower bodies with toilet paper, straightened my wrinkled pantyhose in front of the mirror, dressed me properly, and straightened my collar. She nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go, don't be late."

My mother and I walked out the door side-by-side, chatting and laughing, nodding and greeting the neighbors along the way. At an intersection, we parted ways, heading towards the school and the hotel, respectively. When my mother and I waved goodbye, we looked no different from any other mother and son in the city. Perhaps only the lingering, erotic smell in the bedroom and the semen still smeared on my mother's thighs beneath her skirt and stockings revealed the unusual relationship between us—oh, and the semen I had ejaculated inside her tight anus!

Chapter Two:

The morning at school passed quickly. Ever since my mother's mature and voluptuous body became my outlet for excess desires, I've actually become more motivated to study—if my grades drop, my mother will reduce the frequency of our sex life; conversely, if my grades are good, my mother will be happy and blush as she agrees to some lewd games. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying is now growing stronger.

After quickly tidying up my desk, I and a few classmates chatted and laughed as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast wave of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode slowly, and soon I parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home; I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I entered. I quietly opened and locked the door, quickly pulled down my pants, and, naked from the waist down, tiptoed into the kitchen. Hehe, my grandma was taken to Hebei by my second aunt to see her grandchildren half a month ago. My father is away on a road trip and won't be back for at least three more days. Once the door is closed, it's just my mother and me at home, so I'm happy to take the opportunity to be a little more unrestrained.

The flames on the gas stove burn quietly, the soup pot makes a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef soup fills the air. My mother took off her coat and put on a long white floral apron, her back to me as she chopped vegetables. Her full, fleshy buttocks stretched the light blue apron tightly, and because she was leaning forward while chopping vegetables, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips.

Her two long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—hehe, the grayish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably stained with my semen, so she had changed them—and she wore a pair of black patent leather pointed high heels. Her beautiful hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow hard. My mother turned around alertly and saw my ugly, peeking-in, erect penis. She was both annoyed and amused, and told me to leave with a mix of shyness and reproach. Completely aroused by my mother's office lady outfit, stockings, and high heels, I naturally wouldn't listen. I grinned mischievously and pressed myself against her from behind. Before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily kneaded her smooth, fleshy buttocks.

My mother only slightly swayed her hips, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!"

I completely ignored her, continuing to fondle her plump, fleshy buttocks. I even used one hand to reach around to her lower abdomen, stroking her thick, soft pubic hair and her soft, warm labia through her stockings, my middle finger gently probing inside her warm, jade-like vulva.

Since our intimate relationship began, my mother's mature body has become increasingly sensitive under the nourishment of my vigorous penis. As I caressed her genitals and buttocks, her breathing became less soft and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, which I had guided my middle finger into her vagina, was now damp. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her full thighs slowly parted wider, slowing the chopping motions in her hands.

I could no longer contain my surging desire. I pressed down on my mother's slender waist, making her lift her plump, round, silky buttocks. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose down to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly and smoothly plunged into her already overflowing, tender vagina, thrusting fiercely.

My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and elastic.

With each thrust, my mother's full, round buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands gripping her waist to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, producing a series of crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had long since stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now radiant and alluring. Her juices flowed from her red, muddy vulva, leaving trails of lustful moisture on the flesh-colored stockings that covered her smooth, slender legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot cock roam freely over the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous cock, covered in the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vulva and expertly thrust it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent thrusts, was now draped across the table, her long, glossy black hair pressed against it. Her flushed cheeks were pressed against the table, and she held her full, white buttocks in her hands, her tight, supple anus bearing the thrusts of my thick penis.

My right hand reached up to her chest, kneading her full breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand fiercely gripped her thighs, which were covered in flesh-colored pantyhose. My penis thrust forcefully into the depths of her small anus. Her once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, and her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed to melt like oil, making soft squelching sounds with each thrust. Her vagina had been gushing with lustful fluids as my penis violated her anus, and my scrotum, touching it, could feel the heat within.

My intense thrusting caused my mother's body to tremble uncontrollably. Her nipples hardened and stood erect, her tight anus clenching around my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure.

Meanwhile, my left leg continued to rub against my mother's silk-stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in her stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight throbbing pain in her anus as my penis filled her, the hard glans scraping against the soft, folded walls of her intestines. Every subtle sensation made her heart tremble, not to mention the electric shock-like feeling from each of my powerful thrusts. Although my mother was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble every time.

My son's thick, hard, and hot penis rudely forced open her most intimate and tender anus, ramming and thrusting inside her rectum, making my mother feel as if her body was melting into my son's strong penis.

As I rode my penis deep inside my mother's soft, supple anus, she moaned softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her moans grew increasingly rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks trembling under my thrusts. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for a long time; now, with my penis deep inside her rectum, the soft, wrinkled walls of her rectum undulating around my shaft, I immediately released my semen, ejaculating deep inside her, releasing the second wave of semen I had ejaculated into her body that day. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, one hand grasping her breast, the other caressing her full thighs encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, pressing against her back.

Several minutes passed until my mother's breathing had returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks, and I reluctantly withdrew my now limp penis from her anus. I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against her silk-stockinged legs, the delicate touch of the silk still feeling incredibly pleasurable on my still-soft penis.

My mother, who had been lying prone for a while, propped herself up and affectionately tapped my forehead with her index finger. "You, you think about this as soon as you get back. You just came this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper? At the parent-teacher conference after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so hasty in handing in your papers early and had checked them carefully, your scores would have been higher and your ranking would have been better..."

"Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted her. Seriously, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from my ejaculation, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies? This scene was just too bizarre. I was worried that things might escalate to the point where, while I was passionately thrusting into my mother, she would discuss my studies, and I'd definitely become impotent.

My mother rolled her eyes at me: "Now you know you're hungry, huh? You just got back and you're already rushing to do it on me. Back then, even if you had a dragon's head in front of you, you probably wouldn't have looked at it. I should let you go hungry for a few meals to teach you a lesson." Despite saying this, my mother quickly and efficiently cleaned up the mess between my legs, put her clothes back on, and busied herself getting me rice and dishes. Within minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom's going to get some soup... Oh, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother gave me a few words of advice and then hurried into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant trail behind.

A little while later, my mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop up a spoonful and drink it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on my mother's beautiful face, still flushed from the passion, before she served herself a bowl of rice and sat down to eat.

My mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. I finished three bowls of soup, and my mother had just finished hers. She then served us each a bowl of soup.

With our stomachs full, my mind started to wander again. I reached under the table and rubbed my foot against my mother's round, stocking-clad calves. My mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, my mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned and moved closer to her, saying I'd help her, but my hands were already restless, lifting her skirt and touching her round, pert buttocks, enjoying the smooth, silky feel and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and pert, accentuating her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. The white, smooth flesh was plump and tender, full of alluring elasticity. After putting on the flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, the thin silk covering her entire lower body stretched taut against her fair skin, becoming light and translucent. The gossamer-thin fabric clung tightly to her skin like a second skin, her fair skin appearing and disappearing beneath the stockings, making it appear even more rounded and tender. Her plump buttocks were ripe and alluring, adding to her seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them a few times, my mother slapped away my hands that were wandering around her buttocks, telling me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

Knowing my mother's temper, I didn't dare to disobey again and obediently withdrew my hand. However, I still made a request to her, "Mom, after you're done getting ready, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you."

My mother gave me a disapproving look, "Alright, alright, my little darling, go to sleep."

Only then did I kiss my mother on the cheek with satisfaction, go into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for my mother.

I had intended to wait until my mother arrived before being affectionate with her for a while, but the intensity of high school studies was too great. Lying on the warm and comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent on the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft, voluptuous body slip into the blankets and hug me from behind.

Although I was still very sleepy, I subconsciously turned around and hugged my mother. My mother chuckled softly, pulled me closer to her, and her two long, slender legs in stockings intertwined with mine, her full breasts pressing against my chin. I murmured contentedly, my hand sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, plump buttocks, wrapped in delicate silk, and kneaded them briefly. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep, our bodies intertwined.

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my deep sleep. I yawned wistfully and stretched lazily. My afternoon nap today was of high quality; although I'd only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed and energized.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and leave quickly. I quickly dressed, washed my face, and there she was, waiting for me at the door.

I hurried out the door, and as I passed my mother, I quickly pecked her cheek, earning a big eye roll from her. "You're a high school student, still acting like a child." I chuckled foolishly and didn't say anything, then went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways at the intersection, my mother and I went to work or school. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

Time quickly passed to the weekend, and I accompanied my mother to see the new house. It was in a newly built community in our city, a bit more remote than our current community, but the construction of the house itself and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than before. There were also two bus lines passing by the community entrance, making it convenient for both going to school and work. Moreover, the apartment layout was good, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a subsidized housing project, a benefit for my uncle's colleagues at the procuratorate, the price was very favorable. My mother immediately expressed her satisfaction, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, when my father returned from his trip, my mother excitedly told him about the house. My father waved his hand and said, "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that after discussions between my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being too old to climb stairs, would live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother also living at school, only my parents, my father, and I would normally live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father was out driving, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us—I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovations took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding the floors, and ten days was already quite a long time.

Once the renovations were finished, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul away the large furniture and appliances in two trips, and for the remaining lighter and more fragile items, he asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace to move them.

Before this move, I had made up my mind: last time I didn't get to actually have sex with my mother in the truck, so this time I was going to make up for it. Just thinking about it, practically raping my mother right under my father's nose, made my penis throb painfully hard.

On the last weekend before the move, my brother took leave from school to come home and help. Although we didn't have any large items, we filled about twenty boxes and bags of all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, only the driver's seat and the back seats would be available.

However, there was still a big obstacle—Mom was wearing long pants today for work, and getting her to take them off in the car for my pleasure was basically out of the question. Looks like I'll have to think of something…

“Ouch!” “Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you behind me.” With Mom's exclamation, I turned around casually, bumping into her as she entered the room, and in doing so, I poured the entire glass of cola

I was holding onto her legs. Mom didn't suspect anything, just scolded me a few times, and then told me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the clothes I hadn't taken yet. I readily agreed and pushed Mom into the bathroom. “Mom, wait here, I'll get them for you.”

After rummaging through the clothes already packed in the suitcase, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the bathroom door. “Mom, open the door, I brought your clothes.”

Mom opened the door a crack and let me hand her the clothes. Tsk, Mom is really something. I know her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet she's still so shy and guarded in this situation.

I reached in, using my shoulder to push the door open, and squeezed into the bathroom.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" My mother was both embarrassed and startled, using her clothes to cover her lower body, which was now only in her underwear after she'd taken off her trousers.

"Hehehe, it's okay, Mom, I just checked, Dad and my brother are downstairs! I'll help you change." I replied with a forced smile.

"Hmph! You child..." My mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtains to look downstairs, and confirmed that my father and brother were there. She relaxed a little and didn't insist I leave. However, when her gaze fell back on the clothes in her hands, she immediately sternly retorted, "I told you to get me some pants, why did you bring this?!"

What I handed my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose.

(Back then, there weren't any open-crotch pantyhose available. My mother altered them herself at my repeated pleas. The opening was small and discreet, but enough to satisfy her desire to have sex with me while wearing pantyhose.) Seeing this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind?

I quickly went up and grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, didn't we try this when we moved last time? Dad and my brother didn't notice. This time, please have mercy on me and let me have some fun. Besides, it's much safer than last time..."

"Hmph, you, all you think about is this." After all, it had been more than two years since my mother started letting me penetrate her anus for sexual gratification. My mother had become more and more accustomed to and accepting of my various whims and lewd thoughts. Under my persistent pleading and cajoling, and also worried that if she lingered with me for too long, my father and brother might come upstairs and see us, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation, and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, they won't notice. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this."

My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!"

I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the remaining items were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I happily sat with my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also numerous bags and other items piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, they could barely see me.

As soon as the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous Nintendo handheld game console; those interested can search it up on Baidu) borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; now it was safer!

Unexpectedly, my father, though focused on driving, didn't turn around and scolded me for piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and grin foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's convenient to put things here. It's inconvenient to carry things up and down the car, and it'll save you trouble later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, almost making me cry out in pain.

Then, as she brushed her hair aside, she glanced at me, her beautiful eyes filled with doting affection and a mischievous smile. The unintentional girlish charm of a mature woman made me instantly captivated.

Speaking of which, since I started having a physical relationship with my mother, although she doesn't act like the mothers in those erotic novels who abandon their dignity and become sex toys for their sons, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers...

Back when we first started anal sex, my mother would never have agreed to go without underwear and prepare to satisfy my desires under the noses of my father and brother. But now she can easily accept it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which makes me feel very accomplished, and my love for my mother has grown stronger.

As soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to slip my hand under my mother's skirt and caress her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap with her legs apart, the sheer stockings under her skirt outlining the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch and the warmth of her full body instantly aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against her buttocks.

I gestured for my mother to lift her buttocks slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from the confines of her clothing. When my mother sat down again, my hot penis pressed directly between her thighs, tightly gripped by her flesh-colored pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbed against the finely textured, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, a sensation so pleasurable that I lost all sense of direction.

I thrust my hips back and forth, pumping my fierce penis between my mother's stockinged thighs, while my hands climbed up from under her blouse and caressed her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window. She pushed my hand away, only allowing it to rest on her waist.

I didn't insist. One hand caressed my mother's smooth, silk-stockinged legs, while the other reached between her thighs, rubbing her genitals through the stockings. Soon, my penis, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second stimulation.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks, parting the opening of her stockings with her fingers. My erect penis almost jumped up instantly, thrusting straight between my mother's legs. The large glans slid against her labia twice, aimed at her overflowing honey pot, and smoothly slid in all the way.

My mother groaned softly, her hands gripping the top of the front seat back tightly. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became uneven. Fortunately, there was some distance between us, and the car window was slightly open, so the wind and the noise of the car completely drowned out any sounds my mother made.

So, with my mother slightly raised, I began to thrust my hot penis into her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as when we were fully engaged in sex in bed, but the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was much stronger than usual.

After a few dozen thrusts, this position was quite tiring, and then the car bounced over a pothole. My mother's legs gave way, and she landed on my lap. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina and thrust all the way to the bottom, firmly pressing against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both my mother and me. My father, obviously having heard, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned around, looking back with concern.

My mother, unusually quick-witted today, said, "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and got jolted. You, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes."

My father chuckled, "Then you'd better hold on tight from now on, the road ahead is going to be bumpy. Erzi, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mother, so hold her tight."

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied loudly and exaggeratedly, wrapping my arms tightly around my mother's slender waist. My mother turned and smiled at me, then turned back around, saying, "You drive carefully, your son and I are all seated."

Sure enough, the road ahead became noticeably bumpier, which was undoubtedly a boon for me. With each bounce of the car, my mother's full, round buttocks tossed up and down, her soft, moist vulva moving in and out, teasing my penis.

Each time I thrust, I would seize the opportunity to pull my mother's waist down, allowing my thick, long penis to effortlessly penetrate her honeypot, pounding against her tender, sensitive cervix. This caused her breathing to become increasingly uneven, and her glazed eyes to seem to drip with desire.

Fortunately, my mother was alert, keeping her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother had seen her aroused state in the rearview mirror, things would have been disastrous. At this moment, I actually admired my brother; even on such a bumpy road, he was still engrossed in playing on his small screen, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's dazed state, my hand restlessly moved up from her waist, slipping under the edge of her bra, caressing her soft, full breasts. My mother's nipples were already hard and erect, and as I kneaded and played with them with my fingers, her breathing noticeably quickened. My mother was clearly struggling to withstand the double penetration, whispering, "Stop...stop playing around, take your hands off." Her face was flushed and her breathing was ragged, making her incredibly alluring.

I didn't dare push my luck; if things went too far and my father and the others found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently pulled my hands away and considerately adjusted my mother's bra. After doing this, I pecked my mother's round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back."

My mother hummed in agreement, obediently lifting her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted my mother's plump buttocks with the other, the soft, tender flesh sliding open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, covered in my mother's nectar, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my large penis, my mother's snow-white buttocks were forced inward, her pink flesh squeezing around and gripping my throbbing shaft.

My mother's tightly closed anus was stretched taut by my penis, becoming perfectly round without a single wrinkle. The anal sphincter gripped the head and neck of my penis tightly. At this point, I stopped pushing forcefully into my mother's anus, allowing her to adjust slightly.

After a short while, my mother's sphincter relaxed, and she slowly lowered herself, gently swallowing my penis into her tight, warm anus. From then on, I didn't need to exert any effort at all. My mother used the bumps of the car to move her tender anus up and down, swallowing my thick penis. Although the movements weren't large, with the help of gravity, my mother's tight anus swallowed my entire penis each time. The folded inner walls of her intestines scraped against my glans, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The elastic, soft anal flesh gripped my penis tightly, making me almost moan with pleasure.

Moreover, with my mother sitting on my lap, her plump, beautiful flesh, encased in flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose, completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged feet. My hands roamed tirelessly over her silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the smooth, delicate feel of the stockings and my mother's voluptuous, mature body.

Inside my mother's soft, warm anus, rings of moist flesh clung to my penis, her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks trembling like milk jelly with each thrust, creating waves of flesh.

After being teased like this by my mother's anus for about six or seven minutes, I felt my penis was nearing its climax. I immediately had my mother raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I, in a horse stance, embraced her smooth, plump buttocks, vigorously thrusting my hips into her anus. My mother's flesh-colored pantyhose were stained dark with water at the crotch, her buttocks were slippery, and her anus, penetrated by my hot penis, felt like melted grease, making soft squelching sounds as I thrust in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but fearing that my movements would attract my father and brother's attention, she cooperated by sinking her waist down as much as possible, her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, arching back with all her might. At the same time, she constantly relaxed and tightened her sphincter muscles as I thrust in and out, as if a soft, warm little hand was squeezing my penis deep inside her rectum, giving me even more intense stimulation and pleasure.

After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and quickly increased the speed of my thrusts, gripping my mother's plump, stockinged thighs tightly with both hands, and thrusting my penis forcefully into her anus, inserting it all the way in. The walls of my mother's rectum immediately wrapped around my penis and writhed incessantly. I also released my pent-up desire, my penis trembling violently, and I ejaculated thick, cloudy semen deep inside my mother's intestines.

After I finished ejaculating, my legs went weak. I slumped back into my seat, clutching my mother, my leg muscles still trembling violently. That position had clearly been too strenuous; had it lasted another two minutes, my legs would have cramped up.

I leaned against my mother's back, panting. She glanced nervously ahead: my father and brother, one driving and the other playing a game, were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. She finally relaxed, pulling out a prepared towel. She shifted her body slightly, letting my limp penis slip out of her anus, and quickly wrapped it in the towel to wipe it clean, which was now covered in their bodily fluids. She then quickly cleaned her own crotch, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odor.

Thankfully, the car window had been open, the wind was strong, and the prompt action prevented any smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to my seat. She then quietly put on her underwear (which I had taken off and stuffed in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly tuck my penis back into my pants and zip it up. She whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up my pants, and then placed my hands on my mother's ample buttocks and beautiful legs—my favorite.

Once everything was mostly settled at home, my father's vacation was over, and he hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I couldn't wait to lock the door and pull my mother into the room. On the newly bought large bed—which we had just bought after moving to our new house, and which my father had barely slept on—I made my mother pose in various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I used my young, hot, thick semen to thoroughly irrigate every part of my mother's plump and alluring body that could be penetrated...

her wet, slippery vagina, her tight anus, her gentle little mouth. When I finally collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of my mother and son, my mother was also exhausted. Her thick labia were open, and the white semen slowly overflowed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her originally elastic and tightly closed anus was also manipulated until it was wide open and unable to close for a moment, with her anal bud slightly turned out and exposed to the air.

A stream of cloudy white semen slowly trickled down the engorged, reddened anus, merging with the semen flowing from the vagina and pooling on the sheet beneath the mother's buttocks.

Looking down, the mother's alluring, full thighs were encased in a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings, now clearly stained with several wet streaks and dried semen stains, and torn in a few places. The exposed, snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sensual by the flesh-gray stockings. Above, a pool of semen could be seen between the mother's heaving, full breasts, her rosy lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, semen also smeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and her brows showing both exhaustion and satisfaction.

This time, with my father staying home for two weeks, I was really pent up. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, there was only one other time when my father was renovating the new house and we had a quick encounter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with her in the car. Now I've completely let loose, and of course, I'm going to have sex until I'm utterly exhausted… completely drained. My mother is the same; my father is busy with the renovations and moving, and he's exhausted every day. He basically falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

Although we've had sex a few times, for my mother, who's gradually gotten used to my burgeoning sexual desires and having sex at least once a day, my father doesn't provide the same intense pleasure as my son. Besides, my mother is in her forties, and her sensitive body, after being deeply explored by me, can't be satisfied by just a few quick thrusts from my father. So, as soon as my father left, I pulled her into the room, and my mother responded with extraordinary enthusiasm, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more. We continued until both of us were sore and weak.

I managed to turn over, and my mother and I lay facing each other, chatting for a while. She generously straddled one of her long, shapely legs, clad in stockings, so I could stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, she fell silent.

I had once jokingly asked her whose penis was bigger, mine or my father's, which had angered her. She said she already felt guilty enough about what she had done with my father, and that my question made her feel like one of those promiscuous women. She hadn't let me touch her for days. So, seeing her silence, I assumed I had upset her again and was about to apologize when she sighed softly, "Your dad..." She only managed two words before falling silent again.

I could tell she was upset, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, she sighed and told me that as my father got older, he was indeed less able to satisfy her in bed. She had always considered this normal, and because of what had happened between us, she felt guilty towards him and had never discussed it with him.

Who knew that during this move, my mother would discover through some subtle clues that my father frequently visited prostitutes while he was away on the road—this didn't surprise her too much; men, after all, sometimes experience sadness and heartbreak when they're single and away from home for extended periods. What's more, he was even having affairs with other family members of the truck drivers, which infuriated her.

However, out of consideration for me, she didn't confront my father directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, couples rarely argued, fought, or divorced. And considering her own incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have even less right to accuse my father. So, she kept these things to herself until today, when a casual remark from me stirred up her secrets, and she finally told me.

Honestly, my first reaction upon hearing this was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel so guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely focus more of her attention and affection on me—a good thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, and you and I can be together at home—a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason our relationship has progressed to this point is largely to suppress my adolescent desires and get me to focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, she seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's infidelity has significantly helped to break down her defenses, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman will want to completely conquer her, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's what I truly thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity has given me the opportunity to completely make my mother my woman.

While gently comforting my mother, I was also plotting my actions. My mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had allowed me to violate her body. Now, she could even discuss her sex life with my father naked in front of her son. This maternal love was beginning to spiral out of control…

Chapter Three

: After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, when I saw him again, the unease I had felt before vanished instantly. Previously, because I had possessed my mother, I had always felt a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now… well, when I saw him, I felt a mixture of anger and a sense of accomplishment, much like a young male seizing power and status from a weakened, elderly male.

Although my attitude towards my father remained unchanged on the surface, it was merely a facade. Whenever he lectured me, I would verbally agree but inwardly disdain him. After all, I had already taken the woman who originally belonged exclusively to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight, tender anus, which my father had never experienced. It was difficult for me to still feel any fear or trepidation towards him. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly attached to me and increasingly indifferent to my father, the sense of accomplishment I felt as a man made me feel that I could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.

Since having this thought, I have become increasingly proactive in my interactions with my mother, and she has not been averse to this change. On the contrary, when we are alone, she displays more of a submissive attitude, like a wife. Even with my intentional or unintentional hints, she has begun to try to reduce or even refuse my father's advances towards her when he comes home.

My father didn't seem to notice much of my mother's change. On one hand, he no longer had a strong desire for her body, which he was already familiar with; on the other hand, many couples his age already had infrequent sex, and my father, having already satisfied himself with his mistress, didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that my mother hadn't pressured him to have sex.

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and silent nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older and couldn't handle long-distance driving all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle, who was still in a position, help him get transferred back to an office job, perhaps a dispatching position—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was less demanding. If my mother revealed this now, my uncle would definitely find out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he might even send my father back to his ancestral home in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly fall through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that it made her feel even with him. To allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and focus on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she could satisfy my restless nature physically. But regardless, the societal transgression of incest between mother and son remained a persistent shadow over her, especially in front of my father, where she would unconsciously feel guilty and ashamed.

Actually, after discovering my father's affair, after a brief period of disbelief and indignation, my mother felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her breathing exceptionally easy.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly have any good feelings towards my father having an affair, so she was quite reluctant to accept his occasional advances. I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped seeking intimacy with her.

That's probably how people are; they become indifferent to what's readily available, and over time, they even grow weary of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would neglect my mother's mature and voluptuous body to seek excitement elsewhere. I've met the woman he was seeing. She was eight or nine years younger than my mother, her breasts weren't as big—though they were firmer—her buttocks weren't as round, her skin wasn't as fair, and, well, she wasn't as attractive as my mother in my eyes. However, she knew how to dress well; perhaps what people call being flirtatious. But I still preferred the way my mother looked when I rode her, shy yet full of desire.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus mainly so that I could concentrate on my studies afterward. Now, however, she unconsciously dresses according to my preferences, and even changes into sexy and revealing clothes when we're alone to please me—of course, she remains reserved and modest in public. Along with this, she never forgets to wear various types of sheer stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or garter stockings on her long, shapely legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover, she's become increasingly accepting of my previously unthinkable bold requests—thanks to the great internet, my lewd thoughts are constantly evolving. By

the time I graduated from junior high, a few internet cafes had already opened in our county; during my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased; by my second year of high school, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few other classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Chinese New Year that year. Under Xiao Dao's guidance, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then, Xiao Dao handed me a small note: "Bro, I've got something good for you to look at!"

Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC programming, so I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily typed a few characters on the keyboard, following Xiao Dao's instructions step by step (hehe, if you smile knowingly when you see this URL, it proves you, like S-kun, experienced that era). After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully, "Done. Pick what you like to look at." After saying that,

Xiao Dao turned his head and focused on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it, and lo and behold, he had already quickly opened a picture. The picture showed a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman who was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's on that website I just gave you, you can look at it yourself."

I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and clumsily operated the mouse and keyboard. I clicked on the adult literature section, browsed through it, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly clicked on the incest literature section and opened a story called "My Mother," reading it voraciously...

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Dao patted my shoulder, "Brother, let's go back?" He then leaned closer. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao had sharp eyes and had already seen the content—"Son, You Can Shoot Inside Today," an early and well-known incestuous story about mother and son, and one of the few at the time that focused on anal sex. For a little pervert like me, obsessed with the tight anus of his mother, it was truly a feast.

Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Bro, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, son fucking mom's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite satisfying." He then glanced sideways at my bulge, gave me a knowing, knowing smirk.

I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit surprised. Turns out this guy has similar tastes to me. No wonder he found me those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he's into that kind of guy too! But right now, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. After reading over ten incestuous stories, my dick had gone from hard to soft and then hard again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my pent-up desires on my mother's voluptuous, mature body.

After calming my agitated dick down, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing pool again, and Xiao Dao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really wasn't in the mood. What entertainment could compare to the unbearable pleasure brought by my mother's warm lips, wet and slippery vagina, and soft and tender anus?!

I made up a random excuse, and without waiting for them to stop me, I hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was very windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, occasionally lifting my buttocks to adjust—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched very tight in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually took ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, my lust-driven mind still made it feel like hours had passed. I clumsily leaned the bike against the wall and ran upstairs in a few strides.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague of my father's is getting married, and he went to help drive them pick up relatives. My older brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past 3 PM now, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. I assume my mother is home alone.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw my father's suede shoes lying on the floor beside my mother's ankle boots. I was stunned: Father home?! Damn!!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!"

"Yeah, Dad, weren't you helping out at Uncle Xu's son's wedding? Why are you back?" Disappointed, I slowly changed my shoes and asked my father listlessly.

My father was clearly in good spirits and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head, "Ah, several relatives from their hometown are going home after lunch. They said they'd come back before the main dinner. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I offered to take them. I can drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around 5 pm to take them to the hotel, saving me a lot of travel. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this." "Damn it,

what bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, but managed a weak reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen her since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 pm, she had just tidied up the house. She's probably tired and went to bed."

"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time," I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always speaks of me with great pride. Whenever he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun toys he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father has no idea that I, his proud son, have gradually replaced his position and role in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he had never touched, have become the playground for my unrestrained penis. I've put his gentle and virtuous wife in all sorts of lewd and seductive positions on what was originally their bed and had sex with her countless times. And in his supposedly clean and comfortable home, there are traces of my mother and I indulging in passionate lovemaking everywhere—right here on the sofa he's sitting, I often sit comfortably, watching TV, while my mother, topless and wearing only sexy stockings and high heels, kneels between my legs, giving me oral sex—a royal treatment. This is something my father could never have imagined.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and relief: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say these words to my father, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in an animal pride. When facing my father, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I now understand a little why, even though no man would tolerate the shame of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, I naturally couldn't go into her bed to enjoy her mature and alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep because my aroused desires hadn't been released. I tiptoed to the door, peeked through a crack, and saw my father smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the desk drawer, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient for him and my mother to have sex, so I'd have her take off her worn stockings for me to masturbate with. This year, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but honestly, I still prefer the stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to play with, rather than just holding them in my hands for masturbation.

I slipped one leg of the ultra-thin gray pantyhose, still faintly smelling of my mother's skin, onto my hand, gripped my hard penis, and started stroking it up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose, brought it to my face, and smelled and licked it.

Since discovering my stocking fetish, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at her hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy her a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of relatively high quality—and of course, not cheap—the material was smooth and soft, clinging to my mother's plump, fleshy legs. Touching them always made me intoxicated. During sex with my mother, I almost always had one hand constantly caressing her stockinged legs.

Now that I can't enjoy my mother's mature body, I can only use her stockings to masturbate. I need to calm my erect penis down first… So, while smelling and licking them, my hand kept moving. My previously murderous penis ejaculated a large amount of thick, white semen through my mother's ultra-thin pantyhose, and then slowly subsided.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked gray stockings under the bed, and crawled under the covers. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I felt much calmer and soon fell asleep. I

opened my eyes again to find my father shaking me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"

"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick people up. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."

"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but my father's words immediately woke me up, and I immediately objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine then. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few of Lao Xu's relatives. You and your mother should pay attention to the time. The banquet is set for 6:30, so don't be too late. I'll be going now."

I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room when she responded, and then my father left.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a thin thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, then rushed across the living room, opened my mother's bedroom door, and dashed onto her bed.

My mother seemed to be getting up, sitting against the headboard getting dressed, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in the air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When are you going to learn to be a little more composed?" she said, shaking off half of the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?" After all,

she was my mother; her first thought was that I was cold. I chuckled, slipped under the covers, and immediately snuggled up to her, planting a big kiss on her fair cheek.

I had just been lying in bed for a while. My mother's voluptuous body, clad only in her underwear, was warm and soft, pressed against me almost without any gap. It felt incredibly comfortable to hold her.

I wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist and pulled her back into the covers. My mother chuckled softly and reached out to hug my neck, bringing her lips to mine.

I didn't hesitate to capture her moist, red lips with my own, my tongue skillfully venturing into her mouth, finding her soft, moist tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored her mature, voluptuous body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear in Mandarin, but I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised this question, as many places call them cotton undershirts and thermal underwear, and that's what I call them in my hometown too). With her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, my mother made stockings and pantyhose almost a standard part of her wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother was wearing a pair of flesh-colored, sheer, crystal-clear stockings under her underwear.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged legs. I eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I savored the warm scent of her body and the smooth texture of the silk stockings, leaving wet streaks on her thin, fleshy stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, alluring moans.

When my tongue brushed past the lace trim of her stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through the thin silk fabric, I diligently licked the hollow between her plump mounds. Soon, a large patch of her panties was wet, a mixture of my saliva and the vaginal fluid secreted from her own vagina.

After performing oral sex on my mother through her underwear for a while, I slightly raised my head and used my teeth to bite the elastic band of her underwear, trying to pull it off. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last layer of protection around her vulva.

My hands caressed her smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs, and I buried my head between her legs again. My tongue parted her already wet vulva and entered her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, trying to explore the depths of her vulva. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under the stimulation of my tongue and mouth, my mother's initial low humming became more and more rapid, slowly turning into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, making my desire even stronger.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis harden and throb a little, I finally pulled my head out from under the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flesh. Then, I hurriedly parted her legs and thrust my hot, erect penis into her already wet and juicy vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina wasn't as tight as the young women described in books, but the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly, the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrust in and out of my own mother's vagina was irreplaceable by any other sensation. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each thrust, like a baby's mouth sucking on the glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

Caught up in the moment, I bent down and hoisted my mother's long, silk-stockinged legs onto my shoulders. I lowered my head and gently bit her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing her delicate brows furrow and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. She cried out in surprise, looked up to see my wicked grin, and pinched my chest, both amused and annoyed. "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's...off off?!"

I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed her rounded thighs, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing her wet, swollen vulva to my gaze. With a sudden thrust, my thick penis, glistening with the secretions of both mother and son, forced open her half-open labia and plunged fully into her.

My mother groaned softly, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doting son thrust wildly into her, releasing his lust. From the mother's perspective, she could see the glistening fluid on her engorged penis as it withdrew from her lips, adding a touch of embarrassment to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, her moans grew louder. Holding her plump, silk-stockinged legs, I thrust my penis vigorously into her vagina while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate feet, which I held in mid-air. This caused her to chuckle softly, ticklishly, between her moans. Amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my saliva all over her legs, which were encased in flesh-colored stockings.

After thrusting violently on her hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had held for a while, patted her white buttocks, and gestured for her to lie on her side. I then pulled the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled and glanced at me, praising me, "Good son, you know how to care for others now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her voluptuous, silk-stockinged legs. I knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, easily penetrating to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her vulva. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets from the gap between my mother and me. Meanwhile, I sat on her other leg, which was encased in smooth silk stockings, rubbing against her buttocks and inner thigh with my movements. The smooth, soft sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, further arousing my lust.

However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes while thrusting in and out of my mother's wet and slippery vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath. Partly, my mother's legs were getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own back and legs were aching and numb.

After resting for a bit, I had my mother turn over and raise one leg instead. I rubbed my erect penis, covered in secretions, against my mother's stockings, pressed it against her light brown anus, which was already soaked with her vaginal fluids, and with a little force, the large, shiny, purplish-red glans forced its way through the tight but soft anus, slowly plunging completely between my mother's two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was very experienced with anal sex, I couldn't just rush in like I had with vaginal penetration.

My mother let out a long breath, adjusted to the full and hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, indicating that I could move.

Having received my mother's permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with my mother's soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, and with each thrust of my penis, her smooth, plump buttocks trembled, accompanied by soft moans of "Ah... Ah..."

Her long hair cascaded onto the pillow as her body writhed, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes half-open, occasionally furrowing her brow at my vigorous movements. She looked both delicate and alluring, stimulating me to become even more ferocious, and her moans grew louder. My thick

penis slid in and out between my mother's white, plump buttocks, each thrust penetrating to the hilt, stretching her tender anus even wider. When I pulled out, the menacing purplish-red glans made my mother's small anus bulge from the cleft of her buttocks, the elastic anal flesh gripping my penis, sending me a warm and soft, wonderful sensation.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, fleshy aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into her tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing her snow-white body writhe with each powerful thrust, her full breasts and buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft sensation of her flesh beneath me, suddenly gave me an inexplicable urge. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's smooth, white buttocks.

With a sharp "smack," her smooth, white buttocks trembled violently. The low moans that my mother had been deliberately suppressing in her throat suddenly rose sharply, a groan that sounded like pain escaped her red lips and dissipated into the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed look, I let go of my initial trepidation, chuckled, and began to knead her beautiful, round buttocks without any mercy, thrusting forcefully in and out of her mature anus, drying her tender asshole until it turned red. While manipulating my mother's soft, moist anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her plump buttocks, which trembled with each movement of my penis. Before long, my mother's originally snow-white, plump buttocks were stained with a vibrant color. And with each slap, my mother's moans would involuntarily rise higher and higher.

Heh, it seems that novels are indeed derived from life but are also higher than life, even the usually absurd and erotic novels are applicable. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic pleasures of some novel heroines, I could feel her snow-white buttocks spasm and tighten every time I slapped her bottom—I didn't dare use too much force, afraid she'd get angry—the soft flesh of her buttocks would grip my penis tightly, making me feel so good I almost foamed at the mouth—of course, I was referring to my penis!

I looked down and saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, like a thin red thread around my penis. With a gentle pull of my glans, her soft anus opened, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh, twitching slightly on my penis, ripe and tempting.

At this moment, my mother's legs had come down, and she was lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump, snowy buttocks arching back as far as she could. I remained kneeling on my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged leg, my hands gripping her warm, plump buttocks. With a thrust of my penis, her anus immediately tightened, drawing it into her flesh. Her tender anus gripped my shaft tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base. My entire penis was enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, tight and slippery.

Holding my mother's plump buttocks, and with each rapid thrust, her body trembled even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and alluring expression, her wet anus clenching my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—"

The rings of tender flesh on her intestinal walls rubbed against the glans, sending a blissful, intoxicating sensation through me. My mother's cheeks were flushed, her hands gripping the headboard, her plump, white buttocks twisting vigorously to meet my thrusts. The flesh of her buttocks slapped loudly against my lower abdomen, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluid.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."

My mother was clearly aroused, saying haltingly, "I'm your...good son...you're Mom's too..."

Her moans grew more rapid, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling under the thrusts of my penis. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long; now, my penis was deep inside her rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it, constantly writhing. I immediately released my pent-up ejaculation deep within her intestines.

This ejaculation was exceptionally heavy. I lay on top of my mother, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs rubbing against her ample, stockinged thighs. I squinted, savoring the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks, pressed beneath me, trembled and twitched, occasionally clenching my still-erect penis to squeeze out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over ourselves, covering ourselves completely, and turned to kiss her. She turned her face to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her wet, soft tongue until a soreness rose in my neck. Only then did I reluctantly release her lips, rolling off her to lie beside her.

My mother turned around and smiled gently at me. "We should get up and get ready to go to the hotel."

"Okay," I nodded, got up, and started getting dressed. My mother finished dressing and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I went back to my room to get dressed, and then we went out together and hailed a taxi to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, my father was already sitting there, chatting and smoking with a group of colleagues. I went over to greet him, but he waved to my mother and me dismissively and went back to his conversation.

My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and sat down. A little while later, my brother arrived, but he didn't say much before my father called him to their table to drink. As my father's colleagues at the table said, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now, he should have a drink."

Actually, my brother drinks with his classmates when they go out to eat at the sports school, and my parents probably know about it but turn a blind eye.

Without further ado, the banquet began after a while. Since I was seated at a table with a group of aunties and grandmothers, and no one was drinking, I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was very warm, and there were many people, so the bride was wearing a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and a hint of her ample bosom. The bridesmaids were rather plump and clearly not as attractive as the bride. I maliciously speculated that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive to be used as a foil.

The bride was standing next to me when she toasted. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and shapely. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me.

The bride finished toasting and left. I was turning my head to glance at her curvaceous back, especially her round, pert buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me. I turned back and saw my mother's puffed-up profile. I could

n't help but chuckle to myself; she was jealous, huh? I whispered in her ear that she should find me in the restroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the restroom. I walked around the restroom first—good, no one was there. I went back to the door and patiently waited for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, my mother blushed and lightly spat, "You naughty son, you're getting more and more irresponsible! What did you call me here for? To go see that bride!"

"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell vinegar?" I grinned and went over to hug my mother tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hand away. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!"

"Okay, let's go inside. I've checked, no one's in." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of home, there were so many people at the banquet, and someone could come in at any moment. Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite troublesome. My mother was very worried, holding my hand to stop me from doing anything wrong, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and faded, you should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride."

Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I sighed inwardly, and said to my mother with a serious face, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful woman in the world who loves me the most. I have you for the rest of my life, how could I possibly look at other women?!"

My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a cliché that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make my mother, who had never received a sweet word from my father, swoon.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face and shy expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I felt even more aroused and reached out to undo her belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge myself in this situation. In the end, she persuaded me, who was driven by lust, to give her oral sex without taking off my clothes.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees and stood there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating in the afternoon, I had only wiped my genitals briefly, and there were still some marks left from our intercourse on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, my mother will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite uneasy about making such a request for the first time, but my mother hesitated for a moment and then agreed. However, that was because I had given my mother an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But since it was only stained with some semen and nectar, my mother naturally didn't mind.

First, she licked my entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it glisten with oil. Then, my mother took the menacing glans into her mouth and began to move it back and forth, letting my penis slide in and out of her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis move in and out between my mother's red lips, and with my mother trying to make me ejaculate as quickly as possible, she would use the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and the shaft while simultaneously stroking my testicles with her hand. With my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved significantly, and she can now accommodate my thick, long penis penetrating her throat. So, my mother would sometimes open her mouth wide and vigorously stroke my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of my penis being gripped by her tight throat. Other times, she would use the tip of her tongue to slightly open my urethral opening and brush it back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly in pleasure.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, despite having just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate again, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I was about to give in and sucked even harder. Finally, a strong tingling sensation shot through my glans in her mouth, and I began to ejaculate my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see my mother's throat moving rhythmically with each ejaculation, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother released my semi-erect penis and carefully used her tongue to scoop up all the remaining semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneeling submissively beside me, performing this lewd service, I felt my still-soft penis, after ejaculating, still had the slightest urge to rise again.

My mother suddenly flicked my wet penis lightly. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Now hurry up and get dressed and get out of here."

I chuckled foolishly and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was around. I went to the door, looked around, and then turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, then looked back at herself in the bathroom mirror to tidy her clothes and hair. Only when she felt everything was alright did

she let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go." On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that I would study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. To be honest, since we had an intimate physical relationship, I'm not as fearful of my mother's lectures as before. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could throw a little tantrum and give her a cold shoulder. But now, if I dare to show the slightest impatience, it's my mother who gets the tantrum and the cold shoulder, and she has her trump card—she won't let me touch her. Thus, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I could only listen respectfully to my mother's nagging.

I affectionately linked arms with my mother and walked back to our seats. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own mischievous sons, who were always causing trouble in their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a relationship as good as ours. I feigned a shy smile, glancing at my mother, secretly chuckling to myself, "You wouldn't believe how much better my mom and I are in bed!"

Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I was completely oblivious, my eyes, filled with doubt, gazing at my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away…

Chapter Four :

Time passed quietly like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body supporting my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. That year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was waiting at home for the results. Our school, however, didn't let out for summer break until late July, and the new semester would start again in less than a month. While some lamented, the students, under the constant reminders of their teachers and parents, were mentally prepared: give it your all in the year leading up to the exam!

I listened absentmindedly to our homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he dismissed us, the whole class scattered like birds. I excitedly returned home from school. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all—my father had been transferred back to an office job, not at our county's main station, but in a better-developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went well, he'd receive his acceptance letter in the next couple of days and then return to his unit; after that, I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, a couple of days later, the results for the early admission batch were released, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy. It was a happy ending for everyone. My parents were all smiles, but my older brother seemed a bit distracted and didn't go out with his classmates and friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

Regardless of what he thought, getting into university was still something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the last two days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

A hotel was booked, and that evening, my father, beaming, accepted every toast from friends and relatives, drinking himself into a stupor. My brother was also given a lot of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother also had a little, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into a taxi, while my brother staggered into the car by himself.

When we got home, both my father and brother were asleep, my father occasionally smacking his lips and mumbling, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy-bodied men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, she sighed softly and smiled at me, "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, wrapped my arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her words.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!"

My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more radiant than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell beneath her milky-white silk blouse with her slightly rapid breathing, creating rounded, high curves. Her form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, and her shapely calves, encased in sheer light gray stockings, peeked out from under the hem. A pair of pointed black high heels further emphasized the curves of her body, making my heart burn with desire. My penis, dormant for days, began to stir restlessly in my pants.

I shamelessly leaned closer, pressing my face against my mother's soft, fragrant body. One hand encircled her waist, while the other, through her clothes, caressed her soft, full buttocks. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if it's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." With that, I took her earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, already a little feverish from drinking, was touched and kissed by me, and after my pleading, she hesitated only slightly before I pulled and pushed her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time I could remove her upper garments. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly. I pounced on her, burying my head between her full breasts, and began to suckle vigorously on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump white breast.

While nursing, I reached for her other breast, and with a little pressure, the soft, white flesh squeezed out between my fingers, rippling with a seductive, alluring wave.

My mother's mature and beautiful body, after being relentlessly explored by me for over two years, had become increasingly sensitive. This was evident in the rapidly hardening nipples on my tongue, and her suppressed, soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. My

tongue continued to tease her erect nipples, and I rolled her skirt up to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in sheer light gray stockings and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove her clothes piece by piece. Amidst her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her stockings, then hastily pulled aside her already damp panties, and pulled down my own pants. Freed from the constraints of my underwear, my engorged penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, picking up some glistening, sticky nectar, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open my mother's thick labia and penetrated all the way to the bottom of her honey hole. The intense thrusting made my mother let out a soft moan, a sound that was both painful and not painful, but then, with each powerful thrust of my penis, a deliberately suppressed sweet moan began to emanate from my mother's throat.

Perhaps because I was thinking of my father and brother, who lived just a wall away, I was particularly excited this time making love with my mother. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her hips. Especially each time my penis was withdrawn from my mother's honey hole, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls sucking and wrapping around my penis, as if they didn't want to let it go.

Since my mother was so fully engaged, I naturally wanted to satisfy her as well. I thrust my hips forward, aiming for a deep, forceful penetration each time, making her hips sway and her breasts shake. This allowed me to release the pent-up desire of the past few days. Under my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned incessantly. Her warm, slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis, and the slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable. The head of my penis rubbed against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls, feeling wonderfully comfortable.

After nearly a hundred powerful thrusts in one go, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and leaving my mother's vagina, admiring the seductive movements of my mature and beautiful mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted her beautiful legs, encased in thin stockings, onto my shoulders, and while thrusting like a pile driver, I turned my head to gently lick and nibble on her rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray stockings. As I thrust forcefully, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled with each stroke, her vulnerable and helpless appearance only fueling my arousal.

Lowering her two plump, long, silk-stockinged legs, I lightly patted her buttocks. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart, revealing her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, which pulsated with each breath, through the crotch of her torn pantyhose.

I smiled silently. To have my normally reserved and chaste mother now obediently submit and fawn over me—I think—would be an immense and indescribable satisfaction for any man with a mother complex—especially since I was probably still a middle school student.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, protruding buttocks, I pressed my grotesque purple glans, smeared with secretions from both my mother and myself, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother instinctively relaxed her anal muscles, and my large, dark penis, seemingly disproportionately large for her small anus, slowly disappeared into her two snow-white, plump buttocks without much effort, until it was fully inserted.

I took a deep, satisfying breath, pausing for a moment after my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum. Even if I was very experienced, I needed to let my mother adjust to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over my mother's smooth, bare back, stroking and playing with her plump breasts and her fleshy buttocks and beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk stockings. Especially as a stocking and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth, soft, ultra-thin silk stockings were something I could never tire of playing with.

My hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, and her breathing became erratic again. She turned to me and said, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or your dad and brother will find out." She said this, but judging from her barely suppressed, slightly swaying waist and her eyes, brimming with lustful desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itch within her. It seemed that after my tireless exploration of her anus for so long, anal sex was more intense for her than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and desperately needed release, I naturally turned my attention back. I gripped my mother's soft, plump buttocks and began a rapid, relentless assault on her warm, tight anus. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The way my mother's anus tightened and relaxed in response to my movements gave me even greater pleasure, further fueling my sexual arousal. Every time my mother's plump, white buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This moan excited me even more, and I thrust faster and harder, each stroke feeling as if I wanted to squeeze my testicles into her anus, venting my energy and desire within her soft, supple anus.

The "slap slap" of flesh against flesh, and the lewd "squeak squeak" of my penis thrusting in and out of her anus, continued incessantly. After nearly ten minutes of this intense rhythm, I was finally about to climax. The tender flesh of my mother's rectum rubbed violently against my hard glans, waves of tingling pleasure spreading throughout my body, coupled with the "mmm... ah..." moans emanating from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me, deeply stimulating me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting my penis deep into her anus. A stream of hot semen sprayed into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then I withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis with satisfaction. As my penis was pulled out, a stream of white semen slowly flowed from my mother's tender, not yet immediately closed anal flesh. My mother let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless charm and satisfaction.

Lying on my side beside my mother, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her neck, capturing her two full, red lips in a deep kiss, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering pleasure. One leg was habitually draped over my mother, enjoying the pleasure of skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks intermittently, leaving patches of stains on the sheer gray stockings that tightly hugged her full hips. After

resting comfortably for a while, we suddenly heard the door creak open. My mother and I were startled and sat up abruptly. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door had probably not been closed properly and was now swaying in the wind.

My mother got up from my bed, took off the gray stockings I'd torn at the crotch, and muttered a complaint as she straightened her clothes. She said I'd been too reckless, not even closing the door properly, and that it would be terrible if my father and brother got up to use the bathroom and found out. Of course, I acted like a good son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing about what clothes and stockings she should wear next time we made love…

My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then forgot about it, quickly falling asleep after relaxing.

When I woke up, it was already past seven in the morning. I got up and took a shower, and halfway through, my mother called me from outside to hurry up, saying breakfast was ready.

Walking into the living room with my wet hair, I saw my father sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked around, and it turned out my father was doing alright; my brother still hadn't gotten up.

It wasn't until lunchtime that my mother woke him up, but judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still quite drunk. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but he just seemed listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much and he'd be fine after a rest.

Back at the table, my mother couldn't help but complain to my father, but he had recovered by midday, smiling and not angry at all, nodding repeatedly and promising not to let my brother drink too much again, making it impossible for my mother to stay angry.

After lunch, my father rested briefly before going back to work, while my mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play World of Warcraft—my parents' income is quite good now, and we've bought quite a few things for our home, including an air conditioner and a computer.

I was engrossed in playing computer games with my headphones on when someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over and saw it was my brother. He seemed awake, but his expression was quite serious. I was focused on conquering Azeroth and didn't think much of it, casually asking, "Brother, you're up? What's up?" without stopping my hands.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I tried to brush him off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she got back.

He said he had something important to say, but once I sat down and looked at him, he fell silent again, not saying a word for a long time, just staring at me with a strange look—how should I put it—a mixture of emotions that made me a little uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?" Seeing that he still didn't speak, I added casually, "If you're not busy, don't block my computer time, otherwise Mom will nag me for ages when she gets back..."

"What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring intently at me.

"...Oh my god. What do you mean, what's going on between me and Mom?!" My mind went blank for a moment, and I repeated what my brother had said, but my tongue started to tie itself in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and quite cool, when my mind finally caught up, cold sweat instantly soaked my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

“The day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom talking in the hotel bathroom. I just thought it was strange at the time. But later I found this in your room by chance,” my brother said, pulling out a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose, its dried, yellowish-white semen stains glaringly obvious.

My mind raced at that moment, and I immediately remembered that this was the pantyhose I had used to masturbate during the New Year. I think I threw it under my desk after using it and never remembered to put it away, and my brother had found it.

“That made me a little suspicious, but I really didn’t expect that you and Mom would actually, actually do… that kind of thing, until last night…” My brother’s face was somewhat gloomy and dazed; the truth had clearly shocked him.

“…You… saw it last night?” I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself. Although it was phrased as a question, I already knew the answer.

"Um, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some inexplicable reason, I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. Seeing Mom wasn't in the room, I went to yours and peeked through a crack in the door. And... I saw it! You and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did my brother sound so jealous when he said that?!

Then, we brothers fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and whispered to my brother, "Are you... planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, then gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... you... you can't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression shifted, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice frighteningly dry, just like mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the immense shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother even couldn't help but imagine himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to bring her, now displaying her mature and alluring charm, to ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back any longer and secretly took my mother's panties and stockings back to his room to masturbate. My brother

blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, he just wanted to share in my mother's beautiful flesh. I first breathed a huge sigh of relief—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous scandal with my mother being discovered by others—but then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a kind of pleading, the thought of my mother's plump, soft body being wantonly played with by another man made me... Even though that "other man" shared the same identity as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as I let my woman serve another man.

After thinking for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If... if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become a scandalous laughingstock. And... actually, it's not entirely your fault. After all, Mom has always loved you so much since you were little, and your relationship has always been so good. A moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my direct gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother is the eldest son, I was younger and more well-behaved at home. Also, I resembled my mother more and was much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were consistently excellent, so I was always more favored by the elders than my brother. My brother, on the other hand, was naturally quiet and reserved, and his grades weren't great. Fortunately, he was more outgoing; otherwise, according to our parents, they planned for him to attend vocational high school and take over our father's job.

But my brother and I have always had a very good relationship, especially when I was little. Because I was pretty but short, I would always run to my brother crying whenever I was bullied. My brother always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into any trouble together, he would always take the blame himself, which earned him a lot of beatings when we were kids.

When I started school, my brother continued to be my protector at school. And whenever I got good grades, he would just grin foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise and self-criticism—he was proud of his "promising" younger brother. In front of me, he never acted like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like our parents did.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother and brother's unforgivable immoral affair, he still seemed fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my jumbled thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. How about this, I'll talk to Mom about it later." I paused, thinking for a moment. "Um, how about you spend the next couple of days with your classmate? I might be able to talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up incredulously. "You...you, you mean...?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." As soon as I said that, I realized how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but give a bitter laugh. "Anyway, you should leave for a while. I think Mom needs some time...um, to consider this. But I believe she'll agree." Seeing the uncertainty on my brother's face, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed emotions—damn, this makes it sound like I'm pimping for my mother!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—of course, not only the dead can keep secrets, am I going to kill my brother? —It's about making this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, also my mother's son; the benefits aren't going to fall into outsiders' hands. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? Hehehe…

With the weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed, and some lewd thoughts immediately popped into my head. Hehe, how wicked I am!

Just as I was lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked me curiously, "Ah Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's really disgusting."

Me: …

When my mother came home in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his demands.

As expected, my mother's reactions went from panic and shock to anger, shame, and sadness, until she finally resigned herself to her fate. This series of reactions was all within my expectations. Knowing my mother's personality, she would rather die than let anyone else know about our incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became the only option. Especially when I said, "The best way to get someone to keep a secret is to make that secret their secret too," my mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew her well enough that she would most likely agree, and it was the safest solution, seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a sense of powerlessness—my mother would no longer be mine alone. Thankfully, the person was my older brother. I

shook my head with a wry smile, unsure what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with worry, also didn't want to speak, and an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a while, I stammered, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go buy something from a restaurant?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame, annoyance, and helplessness. Finally, she let out a long sigh, gritted her teeth as if making a momentous decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You… call your brother back, let's eat together. I'll go wash my face first."

She turned and went into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water filled the air. About ten minutes later, the water stopped, and my mother came out of the bathroom, her expression as usual.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, she called my name and smiled weakly, "Don't look so gloomy, the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother back." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, leaving behind the words, "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out…"

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate's house to ask him to come back. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in his voice.

When my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know whether to say that my mother had come to terms with things or had given up on herself, but while waiting for my brother to come home, she made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived, my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings at the most, had already drunk more than a bottle. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had turned a faint pink.

I didn't dare to stop her, nor did I want to, especially since I had almost finished my second bottle of beer myself. As for the food on the table, neither my mother nor I had any appetite.

Seeing my brother standing hesitantly at the door after opening it, my mother waved to him, "Xiaojun, you're back. Come on... come sit down and have a drink with Mom."

My brother hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to my mother, lowered his head, and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Come on, cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

In his haste, my brother, forgetting even his glass, clinked glasses with my mother, holding the bottle. She tilted her head back and took a large gulp, then gestured for him to drink quickly. My brother, not daring to say anything, chugged half the bottle down in one go. Drinking too fast, he put down the bottle and coughed loudly.

My mother leaned over to pat his back, and this action gave him a clear view through her shirt collar of her breasts—a glimpse of her full, white flesh and deep cleavage. This only made him cough harder.

My mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and then unhooked and removed her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, enormous breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they sagged slightly and the nipples were a darker color, even I, who often played with and licked those two plump orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother in reacting, and went forward to pick up a shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother and chuckled; even his baggy athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent mound between his legs.

My mother waved me away, not even glancing at me, and walked straight to my brother. She cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mom's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" After saying that, she stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the smooth, white flesh. Her appearance was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. To be honest, even though I had been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I had never seen her act so wantonly. This was... too abnormal! And no matter how much she usually indulged my lewd behavior, my mother would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't know what my brother was thinking at the time, I only know that his gaze seemed to be firmly welded to my mother's ample breasts, which were being lifted high, and his breathing was heavier than if he had just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled seductively, knelt down in front of my brother, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, "How about it, do you like Mommy's breasts? Your brother always likes to touch them, you can touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a single word. Instead, the hand my mother had placed on her breast began to knead her full, soft, snow-white flesh involuntarily.

It was only then that I regained some of my senses and went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed to suggest that she had given up on herself. Otherwise, given her originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a lewd and obsequious gesture.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him, Mom will serve you well today. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. And do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert, he likes to fuck women's assholes the most, he's fucked Mom's asshole so loose. Or are you different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt? Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

My mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost crazed. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—my mother had broken down! (An untimely interjection: those evil readers who think this is about a broken mother can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a small spoiler before the finale, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frenzied outburst. We rushed forward, each supporting her on either side, holding her and trying to comfort her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue screaming; she simply slumped weakly in our arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, our eyes welled up with tears too. Eventually, it became a situation where my brother and I cried and apologized to our mother, the three of us weeping together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the curtains were drawn; the house was quite soundproof, otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy our house was.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down a bit. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer, Mom wants to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns confessing our guilt and our infatuation with our mother. She, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened up to us: the incestuous relationship with me had always been a lingering cloud over her heart, and the fact that my brother had discovered it and wanted to have incest with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that cloud. In truth, my mother knew there were no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began from the overcast sky.

However, after this outburst, my mother's heart felt like the sun had cleared after the rain. The reality before her left her with no other choice. Therefore, finding solace and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape; if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." And finally, fueled by alcohol, my mother, with a hint of shyness, confessed that since her incestuous relationship with me, the desires of her mature body had spread like wildfire. And since my father had a lover outside, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. My mother had only casually draped her shirt over her shoulders, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, constantly assaulting my brother and me to look at her.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking. I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, while gesturing

for my brother to join me. Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher hand rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing her to let out a soft moan.

I released her nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bedroom and onto the bed."

My mother giggled and agreed, standing up and pulling my brother towards the master bedroom. My brother followed behind her, his face flushed, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was eager to follow her when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your brother and I be alone today... you know..." My mother hesitated, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could speak, she quickly turned and closed the door, locking it as she did so. Before she closed it, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a sheepish yet smug smile from inside the room.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and turned away to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, as well as the sounds of flesh colliding.

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman making love, a smile began to creep onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very erotic!

Epilogue 1: In

2002-2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in my family:

1. In July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I arrived in the provincial capital in September to begin my studies.

2. Construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which had started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So, after military training ended in October, my older brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same university town.

3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care anyway—to quit his job in our hometown and come to the provincial capital. He took over a hotel near the university town—my uncle asked an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could work while taking care of my brother and me nearby.

Epilogue 2:

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that swept the country was basically under control. Our school lifted the lockdown and prepared for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting my classmates who were cheering for their liberation, humming a tune softly as I excitedly headed towards the hotel my mother ran. This lockdown lasted for almost a month, meaning I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month—the longest interval since our incestuous relationship.

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month, using her ripe, juicy vagina, tight anus, and rosy, alluring lips to receive my brother's and my semen, helping us release our youthful desires. Many of my classmates joked that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother, to which I always laughed and said it was maternal love, something you heartless, calcium-deficient, love-starved beasts would never understand.

Thinking of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her ripe, alluring body, especially her plump, long, irresistibly alluring legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel a dryness in my throat. I quickly calmed myself down—there were people coming and going on the main street, and it would be really embarrassing if I got an erection and someone noticed. But my pace unconsciously quickened a bit.

Not long after exiting the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel sign. The door was tightly closed; it seemed they weren't open today—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic, business was slow, and my mother, fearing infection, had given the hotel staff the day off. It would probably be a few more days before they reopened.

Heh heh, but it's even better if only my mother is here; I can enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, unlocking the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's lewd laughter through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was startled at first, then realized: my brother had beaten me to it.

I grinned mischievously, but instead of opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately yelling in a gruff voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You always pull this trick, don't you get tired of it..." I only

managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and gone in, pretending to shield my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore, and don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so unrefined! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

I was speaking to my brother, but my eyes kept darting over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded down her snow-white, bare back; because she was turning her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed down beneath her, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric taut over her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; her two plump, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark legs, making the skin exposed from the crotch of her pantyhose appear exceptionally white and delicate; her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in the coffee-colored pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring...

I felt a heat and swelling in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting and joking. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and with my monstrous, furious purple glans erect, I straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs.

Originally, my brother and mother were in a woman-on-top position, but when I pressed down on them, my mother's buttocks sank down, swallowing another part of my brother's thick, long penis. Both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "You're welcome!" Taking a break from my busy schedule, I gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

But before she could speak, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, my glans pressing against her soft, shiny anus, which was already glistening with bodily fluids. With a slight push, accompanied by my mother's suppressed moan, my thick, dark penis disappeared between my mother's plump, silky buttocks, and then began to thrust in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely moving. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tension from having his young, thick penis inserted into her from both ends simultaneously allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while leisurely reaching out to fondle her swaying, full breasts.

I rode inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was too tired to bear it any longer, and suggested we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up, grabbed my mother's two beautiful legs in stockings, and lifted her up like a child being urinated. Although I had suddenly grown taller in the last two years and wasn't much shorter than my brother, in terms of strength, I could only feel envy and resentment towards my basketball-professional brother.

After my brother picked up our mother, he adjusted her position. With her cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered her anus. With her legs spread apart, my brother held her in a shameful position, revealing her wet, exposed vulva. Her thick labia were slightly parted, exposing the tender, red flesh flowing with spring water.

My mother bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and easily inserted my entire penis into her slippery vulva. I helped lift her plump, long thighs, and my brother and I began thrusting back and forth between her two openings…

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded our mother's mature, voluptuous body, releasing the pent-up energy accumulated during our time at school. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my brother and I ejaculated all over my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, equally obsessed with my mother's stockinged legs, made her change several pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each soaked in semen. Her vagina and anus were red and swollen…

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I leaned over and kissed her. "Mom, I love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother chimed in.

"Good sons, Mom loves… loves you both!" She kissed each of us on the forehead and smiled gently.

Yes, my mother loved us very much, even though this love exceeded the bounds of social morality. Perhaps years ago, when my mother tacitly allowed me to rub against her legs and ejaculate, this love began to spiral out of control. But—I loved this feeling of being out of control!

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